Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1306 - 1165: A Dream (Part 2)

In response to his summons, the little waiter was overjoyed, looking at the large table of dishes, tears of excitement streaming from his eyes.

Of course, let’s not discuss everything here for now, and not mention the joy these two waiters felt for this table full of dishes.

Let’s focus solely on the Centurion at this moment.

After leaving the inn, he headed straight for the big archway at the end of the street, where the words Baihua Building were prominently displayed.

That’s right, seeing this, some people might already recognize it.

This is the biggest Brothel in today’s Capital City.

It’s commonly known as the money-burning pit of the Capital City.

It’s a perfect embodiment of the saying, "After warmth, one thinks of silver and jade."

The Centurion, having just got some silver, ate a full meal, and drank some light wine, suddenly started thinking about these things.

With a few large ingots of silver in his pocket, he naturally gained confidence, and now dared to swagger into a place he usually feared to enter. Sure enough, just as he swaggered over, a flamboyantly dressed old madam greeted him.

"Oh my, this master looks new here, is it your first time today? Please, come inside, this is precisely the right place to be. Our Baihua Building is the famous spot in Capital City. Haha, not only that, today we have the Courtesan present. You’ve come at just the right time. How about it, is it just you, master? Come, come, follow me, I’ll arrange the finest girls for you."

One must say, this madam has a keen eye for people. That’s why at first glance she recognized this guy as a first-time visitor and completely oblivious to the ways of this place. To her kind, these are the easiest targets, which is precisely why she prefers such people, knowing full well that they must have saved up for a long time before daring to spend extravagantly.

Though they don’t earn money as quickly or as consistently as the young masters, this money must still be taken into account.

After all, in this brothel, all kinds of people from all walks of life are found here.

With the old madam’s actions, people immediately caught on, and someone came forward to escort him inside, while the Centurion evidently did not notice their non-verbal communication, thus unwittingly walking into their trap.

Entering the Brothel, the Centurion truly had his eyes opened, witnessing the grandeur and beauty of the world, admiring the flock of lovely ladies before him until his eyes were overwhelmed. It’s worth mentioning, the Centurion had always been very poor, hence never married. Plus, due to his poverty, this was literally his first time at a Brothel. That’s why, upon seeing each person now, his eyes began to sparkle. Even when it came to choosing, he was dazzled, and under their coaxing, he quickly picked six or seven girls.

Moreover, these girls were experts.

For a novice like him, weren’t they just playing him in the palm of their hands?

Just like that, within an hour, he had already ordered another large table of wine and food, beginning to clink glasses with the six or seven girls.

As one cup followed another into his stomach, he started to feel euphoric, becoming increasingly light-headed.

And let’s face it, Brothels have always been akin to small treasuries, with this table of wine and dishes alone exceeding five taels of silver. Not to mention, each girl’s price wasn’t cheap either.

In short, he spent half of all his savings in one go.

Not only that, perhaps caught up in his joy, or due to some tricks employed by the girls, resulting in the Centurion starting to give rewards rather enviously within half an hour, pulling the silver from his pocket and stuffing an ingot into the girl’s clothes directly.

This naturally elicited giggles from the girls, calling him ’master’ sweetly with every breath.

This made him even more lost in the moment, surrounded by ladies, he finally took out his last ingot of silver.

Perhaps under the numbing effects of alcohol, or maybe the feeling of bliss made him feel no heartache at all. He generously slammed it on the table, laughing at the surrounding five or six girls:

"Haha, today I’m happy, master will reward you with the last piece of silver on him too. Rest assured, as long as you serve master well, when master strikes it rich in the future, he certainly won’t treat you badly."

As soon as his words fell, the originally chirping girls exchanged looks with each other, reading each other’s expressions, nodding, then a girl reached out to grab that ingot into her pocket.

Simultaneously, a few more cups were coaxed down his throat. Right after these few cups, the Centurion was a bit dizzy, unable to find his bearings.

Originally, he thought that his nearly hundred taels spent should at least allow him to enjoy a night of bliss. But surprisingly, after those final cups, what awaited him was another story, another outcome.

Several strong men grabbed him and threw him outside.

Indeed, just tossed him out directly. As for why, because he was out of money, in places like this, money makes the man, without it who cares for you?

Let alone being surrounded by chirping girls, it took just a few words to tease out all there is to know about him.

Knowing that he was just a Centurion before and today earned big bucks from drinking spree, hence the ladies fawned over him heartily. But once they stripped him of all his silver, they changed faces instantly.

After all, as the saying goes, ’Harlots are heartless, actors are unfaithful.’

At this moment he still hadn’t realized, feeling his body being lifted and thrown outside, he remained obliviously cheerful under the influence of alcohol, grinning widely.

As for the people passing by, upon witnessing this scene, were already unfazed, such scenarios playing out almost daily in front of Brothel doors, thus seeing this guy giddily lying by the street just snoring away, no one paid him any attention, some just helplessly shook their heads and sighed.

Until early the next morning, with sunlight on his face, the Centurion woke slowly.

Massaging his aching head, he shook his head hard to vaguely recall something seemed to have happened yesterday, upon glancing around thoroughly and finding himself lying on the street, he was immediately shocked, raising his eyes, instantly seeing the words Baihua Building, further confirming the fragments in his mind.

This frightened him so much that he immediately sobered up.

Thinking that what happened last night might be real, he panicked and reached into his pocket to rummage for the silver ingots.

However, when his hand reached inside, he found with alarm.

[To be continued...]