Follow the guidance of the small advertisements along the way to the third floor of Le Taotao Apartment.

Fu Qiu and Zhong Guoqiang heard several quarrels as soon as they got out of the elevator.

"Mother-in-law?"

"You call me mother-in-law? Are you blind? How old am I?"

A middle-aged woman dressed as a housewife angrily shouted at several bald foreigners.

"We are Mormons."

"Don't touch my door anymore, I'm not religious."

The bald foreigner looked helpless. When he suddenly saw Fu Qiu and the other two, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Friends, we are Mormons."

Fu Qiu became interested: "Is this the polygamous Mormon?"

When he was considering marriage before, he had researched Mormonism and learned that Salt Lake City, Utah, where Malone was located, was the stronghold of Mormonism, and polygamy was allowed by custom, but not by law.

The bald foreigner didn't expect to meet a believer who had studied Mormonism, and he was even more enthusiastic: "Yes, yes."

Zhong Guoqiang quickly gave Fu Qiu a hand and said to the bald foreigner: "We are Catholic."

The foreigner looked at Fu Qiu with some reluctance, and Fu Qiu gave him a look of affirmation.

"It's impossible for you to convert?"

The two shook their heads.

The bald foreigner sighed and said to his companion: "Okay, let's go home and sleep."

On the other side, after Fu Qiu expressed his intention to the charterer, the two walked into the room.

"Wei, what line of work do you do? What is your occupation?"

Before Fu Qiu could speak, Zhong Guoqiang said: "A sacred profession."

The charterer rolled her eyes at the two of them: "Sex is sex, what's so sacred about it? From the looks of you two, you're either a groom or a pretty boy."

Most of the people in Jizhai are engaged in related occupations, and the charterer has learned about them from this.

“Let’s make an agreement first that when renting a house, we will pay a two-month deposit and one monthly payment in advance. Water, electricity, gas, miscellaneous expenses, and telephone bills are not included.

No cooking allowed, by the way, do you have dogs or children?”

Zhong Guoqiang continued to talk to the charterer: "No, no."

"It's okay if you don't. I hate vomiting milk and dog poop."

Fu Qiu looked around. He had never been to this kind of chicken village a few times, so he was quite curious.

He once heard a model worker in the industry say that she spent most of her time in the club, meeting ten clients a day, and except for those few days, she almost never rented out a house.

When he saw a photo, his eyes suddenly lit up.

There is a saying that people are divided into groups and birds of a feather flock together. The four technicians in this photo are as beautiful as each other.

Fu Qiu suddenly said to the tenant: "Why don't you see the other tenants?"

The tenant woman glanced at him: "You don't have to work? Do you think you can hire chickens here without paying? Let's be clear, renting a house does not include hiring chickens."

Zhong Guoqiang shook his head quickly: "No, no, I promise, my contact with them is sacred."

"Huh, that's what my boyfriend said when he chased me."

"Hey, you won't be able to stay here long. Sooner or later, you'll move to a girl's room. However, if you stay here for less than three months, I won't refund the rent to you."

"Okay, give me the money, three thousand a month, nine thousand three months."

Zhong Guoqiang paid and prepared to move.

Fu Qiu took out a few bills and handed them to the charterer.

"What?" The charterer took the money calmly and then said.

"I would like to find out the contact information of several tenants here."

The landlord looked very understanding and said, "You might as well rent a house here, it will be convenient for you to do anything."

If you live in Ji Zhai, who can catch you engaging in pornography?

Fu Qiu just smiled. The environment here was not up to D-level standards. The club and hotel he used to live in were not A-level or above?

He is not short of money, so why should he live in Jizhai and feel uncomfortable?

Seeing that he didn't answer, the charterer sighed: "Okay, I'll tell you..."

Fu Qiu got the corresponding contact information and quickly slipped out.

"Guoqiang, I called a mover for you. I have something to do at home, so I need to go first."

Zhong Guoqiang was helpless and could only nod: "Okay."

Regent Hotel.

Fu Qiu was lying on the bed, while four women served him tea and massaged him.

The whiteboard among them is the object that Zhong Guoqiang wants to redeem, and the remaining three are incidental redemption objects.

After getting the corresponding contact information, Fu Qiu quickly packed them all up and prepared to redeem them together.

Redeem their souls.

"Your ones are Dongdong, Xixi, Nannan, and the whiteboard. I can't tell them clearly."

"Boss, I am Dongdong."

"I'm Xixi."

"I am Nannan."

"I am the blank slate."

Fu Qiu carefully identified several people and soon had a clear understanding.

Dongdong looks similar to Jiang Xinyan, who played the purple-shirted Dragon King Dai Qisi. She also has the longest legs.

Whiteboard looks like Anita Yuen and has the best skin.

Nan Nan has full breasts, is the youngest, and looks dull.

Xixi looks more average, a bit like Karen Mok.

Fu Qiu nodded: "Today, I want to redeem your souls and make sacred contact."

"Boss, do you need to film or video the sacred contact? What is the price?" the whiteboard asked with a smile.

Fu Qiu looked at her, his vision focused on the waist upwards and the neck downwards, which was flat.

As the name suggests, he is really a blank slate.

He stared at the whiteboard and blushed instantly. In the past, she had to set things up to raise the expectations of the guests. After taking off her clothes, although it would instantly drop and she could only look at it but not use it, it was still more respectable than the whiteboard.

"No, there is no need for filming or video recording. As for the price, I will give you twice the price as before."

The four people cheered instantly, and each of them became extremely active.

As for the sacred contact, it is naturally various sacred postures.

…

In the church, Fu Qiu sat and prayed. He used money to redeem four women who were living in difficulty. He should be doing good deeds.

Unfortunately, the original person obviously does not recognize this way of doing good, and the progress bar has been stuck.

In the confession room, Fu Qiu was confessing to an old boy who looked to be in his thirties and dressed in colorful clothes.

Let me make it clear that when a priest makes confession, his words from the faithful will be kept strictly confidential.

Even in a lawsuit, the priest's words will not be used as evidence at some point...

Therefore, confession has become a place for many social gang members to find spiritual salvation, and the priest is their trash can.

Many Jianghu elders are religious and even join the church as priests when they are old.

"Father, I am guilty!"

Fu Qiu glanced at him: "Everyone is guilty, what did you do?"

"I did something harmful to society."

"Did you kill someone?"

"No, no, no, I don't dare to kill someone."

"You sell ice and rob?"

The old gangster was obviously taken aback and shook his head quickly: "I don't do this kind of thing."

Fu Qiu suddenly became curious: "Then what did you do?"

The old gangster hesitated at first, and then began to tell. As he spoke, his face gradually became a little ashamed.
To be continued...