Chapter 813: Chapter 813 Speaking Wildly Chapter 813: Chapter 813 Speaking Wildly His appearance was pitifully wretched.
The surrounding people felt much sympathy for him, everyone speaking simultaneously: “Procuress, we don’t mean to be nosy, but just look how pitiful he is. Contracting syphilis at such a young age, even if he were to compensate with a lot of money, his days are numbered. Nevertheless, his parents still need to live, right? Compensate him with a bit more Silver, so even without their son, they can spend the rest of their lives without worry.”
“Indeed, it’s such a pity to be struck by syphilis at such a young age.”
Some people couldn’t stop shaking their heads in sighs. Initially wanting to enter Qinger Building to enjoy their time, now, startled by Zhang San, they immediately dismissed the thought.
Nanny Sun felt somewhat heavy-hearted; this Zhang San clearly came to stir up trouble. Unfortunately, due to the suddenness of the incident, she was utterly unprepared and could only act according to the situation.
“Young brother, it’s noisy and crowded here, why not go inside? We can sit down and discuss this slowly, what do you say?” Nanny Sun held back her temperament, asking with a smile on her face.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Zhang San shook his head vehemently: “No, no, I absolutely do not want to go inside! Who knows if you all might kill someone to silence them, I still want to live a few more years!”
With these words, Nanny Sun realized in her heart that this man indeed came prepared, perhaps a spy sent by some other brothel nearby, deliberately framing Qinger Building.
“You’re a dying man anyways! Are you still afraid of being silenced?” Nanny Sun’s tone carried some sarcasm.
Others, upon hearing this, were also momentarily stunned.
Zhang San was taken aback, then quickly explained, “As the saying goes, heaven never seals all exits. Perhaps after today, I’ll have the luck to encounter a Divine Doctor who can cure my disease!”
The crowd then understood and nodded, thinking that even an ant fights for life, let alone a person?
Even those diagnosed with a terminal illness have the right to fantasize about survival, don’t they?
At that moment, all nodded in agreement.
Zhang San refused to go inside, insisting on negotiating at the entrance, and Nanny Sun was helpless. As the sky darkened, guests coming and going were all stuck at the entrance watching the commotion.
Seeing that the night’s business would be ruined, Nanny Sun was extremely anxious. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang San insisted he contracted syphilis at Qinger Building and for a moment, she had no way to deal with it.
Qinger Building’s entrance and a good part of the street were blocked; everyone knew there was trouble here, and more people from all directions came to see the excitement.
“Procuress, I won’t ask for much, just compensate with one thousand taels of silver,” Zhang San, who had been reluctant earlier, suddenly made a preposterous demand.
People around took a deep breath of cold air upon hearing this.
One thousand taels of silver was no small sum, this poor scholar actually made such an outrageous claim.
In the slave market, one could buy a slave for just two or three taels of silver, even if this poor scholar’s life were more valuable, it couldn’t be worth one thousand taels of silver.
As if understanding what everyone was thinking.
“Procuress, you need to understand, I am not a slave, my life is not so worthless.”
“What’s the rush? I didn’t say I wouldn’t pay you.” Suddenly, Nanny Sun glanced through the crowd and caught a glimpse of a petite silhouette, and instantly, she became calm.
Nanny Sun was suddenly so agreeable.
Zhang San became suspicious: “Really?”
“As long as what the young brother says is true, to compensate, not to mention one thousand, even if it’s 10,000 taels, we at Qinger Building will compensate.”
“That’s excellent, then quickly bring it over.” Zhang San stared intently at Nanny Sun, as if afraid she would change her mind.
“What’s the hurry, everything requires evidence.”
Zhang San was startled: “What evidence?”