The next evening.
Zhou Xianming had changed into a brand-new outfit and appeared at the entrance of the apothecary.
"Mr. Li, would you like to go listen to the music at the brothel?"
"Give me a moment, I'll be right there."
After a short while, Li Fuzhou came out, all smiles.
....
The following day, at the same time.
"Mr. Li, are you going today?"
"I'll go right now."
Li Fuzhou said briefly and then hurried out the door.
....
The third day.
Zhou Xianming was standing at the door but had not yet spoken.
"Let's go."
Li Fuzhou immediately grabbed Zhou Xianming's arm and walked toward the distance.
An Jing watched the two fading figures and wondered, "Old Zhou clocks in right on time every day, even more punctual and diligent than during his storytelling."
"Where is he getting the silver from? It's really strange!"
Visiting the brothel to listen to music was not cheap, especially since Zhou Xianming was visiting the kind where an Oiran hosted, which was very expensive.