It was a small two-story building with a combination of green bricks and wood, and the walls were old and worn.
The owner of the shop was a thin middle-aged man. His eyes were sharp as he observed the three caped men standing in front of his shop.
"Dear customers, would you like a few pounds of dog meat?" The shop owner asked.
"How much is the dog meat outside and how much is the dog meat inside?" song tingfeng replied in a hoarse voice.
When the shop owner heard this, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He was an old whoremaster.
"The dog meat outside costs one pound of silver, and the meat inside costs three pounds of silver."
This kind of private prostitute actually asked for three silver coins. To be honest, the price of abalone was not much cheaper than in the capital. Song tingfeng and Zhu guangxiao shook their heads repeatedly as they were both old punks in the industry.
