Chapter 1127: Chapter 78: We Call It a Business Club

Liusheng Dojo is a legitimate dojo.

But as a martial arts school teaching Fusang Swordsmanship, surviving for so many years in a place as martial as Tianmen City relies on more than just legitimate skills.

Teaching Swordsmanship is genuine, and the instructors are real, too. It’s just that there are no local students; all are recruited from back home—young women, told they are going to the mainland to train in swordsmanship.

Room and board are provided, with rewards for excellent performance. After completing the training, they can get a graduation certificate, find work in Tianmen, or even possibly marry a local man.

The dojo truly offers services like hot springs, dining, massages, and dance performances, yet it does not operate openly, instead adopting a member referral system. Without a VIP membership card, they won’t even acknowledge you.

As the head of the customs emergency team in Tianmen City, it’s inevitable for Yan Yu’an to deal with various social dignitaries and respectable families. There’s no need for him to ask; people proactively offer him membership cards.

He has three anonymous cards without his consumption records in his hand, and at least one basketful confiscated in his office.

Why confiscate rather than simply throw these things away, you ask?

These membership cards are gold-edged.

Yan Yu’an wasn’t always thick-skinned; Wang Yunxiao still owes him a favor, but unless it’s a significant issue, he feels embarrassed to ask Wang Yunxiao for help.

However, after hanging out with Wang Yunxiao and Han Bin for a long time, he naturally developed thicker skin.

Now he can say, “I’ve never been here,” while calmly pulling out three cards to hand over to the maid at the door.

They’ve done more outrageous things together, so it doesn’t matter.

Who’s laughing at whom?

The attire of the three of them doesn’t look like something worn by wealthy people; even Wang Yunxiao, when going out today, dressed casually. Added with the smell of Han Bin, like he fell into a dung pit, the maid inevitably showed a bit of disdain.

This is professionalism.

In brothels since ancient times, besides technical workers and product managers, it’s crucial to train front desk personnel.

These front desk workers don’t need to serve customers; that’s the job of the technicians in the back. Their main duties are to welcome guests and ward off those who aren’t.

In front of high-value clients, they try to minimize their presence, and among those with less full wallets or are not the target demographic, they show a firmer attitude as needed.

Sometimes they need to play along with clients who enjoy pretending to be weak and offer emotional value actively.

Yes, it’s all an act.

Some clients inherently have this mentality of “Thirty years east, thirty years west, don’t underestimate the young and poor.” They couldn’t afford this place before, but now when they can, they will retaliate if they still get that look.

He’ll find fault sooner or later, so instead of letting him bully the technicians in the back, it’s better to let him vent at the door, then have the product manager play the good cop, humbly mollifying him.

This profession is technically known as a court jester, present not only in brothels but also in ancient noble families and even court halls.

In old Europe, court jester positions were even specifically set up.

Yan Yu’an did not fuss with the shallow-eyed girl, going straight to the point: “Three people, baths. Also, have his clothes washed for me.”

The girl pinched her nose and reluctantly nodded.

From the outside, Liusheng Dojo looks like typical Fusang architecture, not eye-catching, but inside it’s a different world.

There is a hot spring in the backyard.

It doesn’t matter where the hot spring comes from; the hot spring itself is not important.

What’s important is the young girls in tank tops and shorts, barefoot, cleaning inside.

When a guest enters, a group of young girls bows deeply at ninety degrees, greeting in unison with a foreign flair.

The exotic ambiance emerges instantly.

The temperature in the hot spring pool is relatively high, steaming the girls’ faces rosy, making them appear dewy from head to toe.

Moreover, they wear nothing under their tank tops and shorts, which have wide sleeves and pants legs, convenient for offering perks.

Of course, this is all just show.

The girls here are only responsible for regular work, not technical instruction.

If you want them to scrub your back, press your shoulders, fetch water, or make some tea, that’s fine.

But any further requests are off-limits.

Han Bin picked up a large wooden bucket and poured it over his head, instantly rejuvenating himself with hot water.

“I heard Eldest Miss Cheng widowed her husband again?”

Yan Yu’an nodded and said, “The Cheng and Yang families are united in marriage, but now the Yang Family is gone, wiped out by their overseas relatives. If nothing goes wrong, the overseas Yang Family is about to return, but to my knowledge, it may not be under the identity of Yang Family members.”

“Old Wang should know more about this, right?”

“I don’t know.”

Wang Yunxiao spread his hands and said, “That kid wanted to confess, but my boss didn’t bother listening and directly shot him.”

“Isn’t that silencing through murder?”

Wang Yunxiao raised an eyebrow and said, “Who told you that?”

“People are saying it outside, but even if he hadn’t shot, there would be other sayings. In any case, having Yang Qiming in Tianmen makes many people unhappy.”

“Unhappy or uneasy? Think they can’t clean up their mess?”

“Who knows…”

Yan Yu’an stopped discussing this topic and turned to ask Han Bin, “Weren’t you going for training? Why did you come back so soon, feeling homesick? Or missing a woman?”

Han Bin grumbled, “Can’t I come back because I’ve advanced?”

Yan Yu’an was taken aback, “You advanced?”

“Free Ranger.”

Advancing in the Righteous Path as a Ranger means first becoming a chivalrous hero of Jianghu, and then advancing to a Free Ranger on the second occasion.

The three major dharma gates of the Black Tortoise System—Scholar, Ranger, and Uncivilized People—have weak presence.

To be precise, the presence of the Righteous Path is weak, and people cultivating these three types of dharma gates often veer into the Heretical Path.

It’s mainly a matter of perception. The common perception of these three dharma gates equates to perceptions of the Heretical Path.

Take the Scholar Dharma Gate, for example; everyone knows you need to study well to get ahead, but those who truly understand books and apply their ability righteously are few.

The majority of people are the kind who read a couple of books and think they’re erudite, knowing everything, and then can’t help but engage in keyboard politics.

The Ranger Skill is similar.

The legendary great heroes are mostly characters in storytales.

The real Jianghu doesn’t have so many righteous and evil sects, Martial Arts Secrets, glamorous heroines, or magical treasures…

The Jianghu World itself is gray, a muddy pit, the gathering place of all walks of life that cannot be put on the table.

“I killed some people in Jizhou, and then some more in Yuzhou, now I’m a notorious wanted criminal. But I didn’t leave my name, so they don’t know who I am.”

Han Bin chuckled and didn’t elaborate further.

He is an enthusiast of martial arts, not particularly fond of killing. To speak so nonchalantly about it, those people must have indeed courted death.

Moreover, it wasn’t a simple offense; it’s questionable whether those he killed were even human.

Having finished, he leaves without attaching his name or body. That is the true demeanor of a hero.