Chapter 162
Shemale
Chapter 162 Shemale
When we arrived at the corner of Pagoda Street, we came to a market with stalls. This side of Singapore is called Market. They sell everything, including vegetables, fruits, seafood, daily necessities, food, etc. Xian Yaowen showed off his shameless energy. , every stall will go up and ask for the price.
After asking a few questions, the vendor glared at him as if he didn't want any money. He actually dared to ask for fifty for a pound of ponkans. He knew that asking questions would get him nowhere, so he muttered that the local vendors were too rude and left the fruit stall immediately. .
Xian Yaowen came out of the crowd and returned to the wide road. As if to celebrate the departure of this plague god, each stall lit up the lighting lamps. The entire market was instantly brightly lit, and the sea of lights was like a dream, and night stalls were set up. With the appearance of the vendors, the vendors began to prepare the ingredients. Some of them were helped by the sensible children, while some naughty ones played various games on the roadside, such as skipping rope, playing marbles, and kicking shuttlecock.
A large row of Indian stalls selling groceries appeared below the arcade, selling colorful candies, flying cakes that have nothing to do with Indian flying cakes, and there are also eye-catching stalls with a large bunch of bananas hanging on them, and passers-by go to buy them individually. There are also stalls selling cigarettes, and you can also buy them one by one.
A little further away, a group of teenagers were sitting on low benches or on the floor, holding little books in their hands and looking at them with interest. The barber next door was waiting for his first customer, a stool, a mirror, a small wooden box, and a The hair clippers are pushed back and forth on the client's head.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and the market here really feels like going to a market in a small town in China.
Yes, Singapore is just a town at the moment, and it seems that it will not be turned into a city until next year.
"If you dare to scream, I will cut your throat."
Xian Yaowen was stopping to look into the distance when Qi Longque behind him made a fierce threatening sound from his mouth.
Touching his trouser pocket and stuffing the exposed cigar back into his pocket, Xian Yaowen turned his head to take a look at the pickpocket who dared to steal his head. His hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his face looked clean but disheveled, and his sideburns were Dirt could be seen under his ears, his clothes were ragged, and he had a strong smell of sweat. It looked like he was a new guest who had just arrived in Singapore. He was very hungry, so he decided to take action.
He reached into his other pocket and took out a handful of coins. He waved his hand to ask Qi Longque to release him. Xian Yaowen patted the coin into the pickpocket's hand and said, "Take it to eat."
The pickpocket looked at the coin in his hand, was stunned for a while and said hesitantly: "Here, give it to me?"
Xian Yaowen said calmly: "Pickpocketing is a skilled trade. If you don't have this skill, don't eat this bowl of rice. Go eat something and have a good sleep. I'll go to Tofu Street tomorrow and have a look. You should be able to find work on the construction site."
"Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"My name is Ale."
Xian Yaowen waved his hand without telling the other party his name. He took Qi Longque out of the market and stopped two rickshaws at the intersection to go to the black street.
Black Street is Bugis Street, not far from Jalan Besar and also within the red light district. When Xian Yaowen was reading the newspaper in the afternoon, he saw an advertisement saying that Feng Feng Bar on Black Street invited Miss Rose to perform on stage. .
At the beginning of the next century, transvestites will become a tourist card of Thailand and a selling point to attract tourists to Thailand. But in summary, transvestites are not a product of Thailand. Thailand’s culture is deeply influenced by India. Not only Buddhism It was introduced to Thailand early and was influenced by Hijras culture more than ten years ago.
Hijras are a special group of people who pray for their masters and ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters on weddings and funerals. If you want to become a Hijras, you don't need to learn all the sword techniques to ward off evil spirits. You only need to learn the first move. Hijras are the product of religion. They were once considered messengers of gods in Indian society. They were protected by religious legends and had a lofty status.
It is true that transvestites appeared in Thailand more than ten years ago, but they were not tolerated by society. Ordinary people regard transvestites as aliens. Not only do they think they carry certain diseases, they are also worried that transvestites will have a negative impact on children with immature values. Thailand does not It has the soil necessary for the reproduction and growth of human beings.
In comparison, Malaysia and Singapore, which have many Indian ethnic groups, have been directly invaded by Indian culture, and it is easier for transvestite culture to take root here.
In fact, there are already many ladyboys in Singapore at this time.
"Wangdala, Wangdala... no head..."
Before Xian Yaowen even got off the rickshaw, a "woman" surrounded him, soliciting business with a voice even louder than his.
"Oh, shemale."
Xian Yaowen exclaimed and observed the appearance of the shemale.
I saw a shemale with long hair shawl, heavy makeup, a pretty and coquettish face, huge earrings hanging on her ears, and wearing a rose red dress with complicated decorations. Apart from being wealthy and owning a private airport, she looked very feminine everywhere. .
After listening to it twice and combining his actions, Xian Yaowen realized that the other party was soliciting business for taking photos, and it was probably one yuan per photo.
This price is not cheap. You must know that there is a popular entertainment method in Singapore at this time. Whenever night falls, many well-dressed men will greet each other after eating and drinking: "Do you want to go to the five-six?"
Five six dollars, the fair price for Jalan Besar.
He was not interested in taking a group photo, not to mention that he would bet that there was probably no film in the camera of the other party. Most of the people who would take care of this kind of business were passers-by from out of town. The probability of being picked up was not high. As long as he had been in business for a period of time, he would naturally be able to sum up. Find ways to save costs.
After paying the fare, Xian Yaowen glanced at the ladyboy's thighs, and then moved his eyes upward in an attempt to peek into the mysterious place. Unfortunately, the skirt was fluffy and it was impossible to tell whether it was 22 o'clock or 38 o'clock.
Ignoring the ladyboys and walking forward, a group of loose American soldiers walked towards them. Each one of them had a woman or ladyboy in his arms, and the majority of them were ladyboys.
If we trace back to the origin of the shemale lifestyle, it still originated from India. Around the 16th century, northern India was ruled by the Mughal Empire established by the descendants of Genghis Khan. During the war with the south, upper-level military officers suddenly became popular in raising eunuchs to take care of their homes. The functions of female concubines are basically the same as those of eunuchs.
In order to ensure their loyalty, the treatment of eunuchs was considered to be above average in the society at that time, and many of them gradually gained power and became like seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister, who could command other slaves in the family.
The demand for eunuchs was strong, but there were not that many eunuchs. For the poor people in North India at that time, becoming eunuchs was a bright road ahead of them, so the men from poor families began to practice swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits. When the demand is saturated, many eunuchs can only develop into the "entertainment circle", prostitute themselves in big cities, and gradually form a unique cultural circle.
When eunuch culture came to Singapore, it became shemale culture. At first, it was just a niche culture and was not accepted by the public. They could only close the door and sneak around. But after the war, US warships would dock in Singapore for repairs and refueling. By the way, Give the sailors a holiday while admiring the starry night on the deck.
As the saying goes, where there is demand, there will be supply. The American sailors are brave enough to play and are generous with their actions. Being a shemale has turned from a personal hobby into a good job, and people are flocking to it.
Xian Yaowen's eyes swept over each ladyboy's body. In terms of appearance, they were all better than the one in the photo just now. In terms of dressing up, they were also of a higher standard. Adding up all the rags and pieces on their bodies, at least it was like an ordinary person who had not eaten or drank for half a year. affordable.
Seeing that all the male monsters were wealthy, Xian Yaowen's heart felt hot. He walked under the arcade, lit a cigar and thought about it carefully.
"Building a hospital in Singapore that specializes in sex reassignment surgeries is quite promising. It doesn't need to be too big. There won't be too many customers here in Singapore. If we really want to build a big hospital, we should go to Bangkok and Pattaya and follow the American soldiers who are going to the battlefield... … Using gender reassignment as an entry point, he then slowly expanded his plastic surgery business. Plastic surgery was something he was familiar with. It used to be one of his family’s main businesses in the medical field. All he had to do was copy it and make slight changes based on the characteristics of the times.
The first step is to eat the most delicious piece of fat from a shemale. It is best to control the sales channels of estrogen tablets in Asia. What is that thing called... By the way, diethylstilbestrol. I need to check who owns the patent for this thing. Even if you can't buy it, you still need to obtain patent authorization. "
Thoughts passed through Xian Yaowen's mind one by one. In half a cigar's time, he roughly planned out a medical investment path.
Putting out his cigar, he continued deeper into the street, scanning the shop fronts on both sides of the road as he walked. Among the signboards, he saw a signboard with the three characters "Chip Tianbian" engraved on it. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't think of the source at all, but He knew this must be a place to eat.
Because he saw two people coming down the stairs, both holding toothpicks in their mouths. They had food to eat, but no luxurious appearance. They were living in a quiet place in the bustling city, half-hiding their faces with their pipa in their arms. This kind of atmosphere was most likely to be in a mansion. .
Mansion is a general term. To put it bluntly, it is Pipa Pavilion, a place where Pipa boy works and a place for men to spend time. There is food, wine, playing cards, listening to music, smoking, and 7 hours a day. The gym basically covers the pastimes that men like.
For him, it was a place where he could find people to talk to.
Climbing up the stairs to the second floor, I saw a small room that was a bit cramped for a commercial place. The focus of my sight was first the Guan Gong enshrined in the shrine, and then I came to the tea seat in a corner, where a man and a woman were talking. The woman was holding a tea bag in her hand. The tea leaves in the bag looked like dried kelp and a bit like dried prunes. There was no doubt that the tea leaves were like Phoenix Dancong.
The woman holds it with her left hand, and you can clearly see that the distance between the fingers is wider than normal. Looking at the right hand holding the tea drainer, the color of the fingertips is darker than other parts, and there are thick calluses. A little reasoning can tell that this is A pair of hands that play the pipa all year round.
Looking at the age of the woman, she is in her early thirties, a middle-aged woman, and her career in the pipa trade has faded away. She has reached the age of retiring early to take care of herself. There is no doubt that this woman is a mother.
Xian Yaowen only took two or three seconds to look at them. The woman had already sensed the appearance of him and Qi Longque. She poured the tea leaves into the Meng Chen jar, put the tea leaves away and came over to greet them.
"Sir, why are you free to come here today?"
There was a sense of familiarity in the woman's words, which made people feel like a spring breeze.
"Auntie, my nephew has been back to his hometown to visit relatives for a few months. He is busy with worldly affairs when he returns. He hasn't visited Ling Qianjin for a long time. He has free time today, so come and sit down."
There are generally two types of mansions. One is a more formal organized operation, just like a tofu shop. Pipazi are beans. They are first made into soy milk and tofu curd and sold young. Then they are condensed into tofu and sold fresh. After they are combed, they are sold fresh. After being sold for a long time, the fragrance of the dried fragrant has almost dissipated, and it will be sold to other workshops to be processed into stinky tofu or fermented bean curd to exert its last value.
The beans stayed in the new workshop until the day they could no longer carry out their old jobs. Many of them would not leave the workshop, but would stay as foremen, laundry, tailors, handymen, emptying urinals and other servant jobs to support themselves.
After all, they are older and no longer have the motivation to adapt to the new environment. If they stay in the workshop, at least they will not be alienated or bullied by others, and the experience and skills they have accumulated in their long careers can also be passed on to new students, allowing them to Take some wrongdoings.
Of course, during the fragrant drying stage, Douzi has the ability to save a lot of money to redeem himself, or he can find a good man to help him escape from the sea of misery.
Another kind of mansion is a douzi that redeems one's own life. Based on the traditional concept of "raising children to provide for old age", they will buy one or several adopted daughters, and after training, let the adopted daughters make money for them.
This kind of business is not a naked business, but there is a sense of humanity in it. Usually a time limit is agreed upon, three or five years, and the adopted daughter can redeem herself. The fees required are not too much, and the redemption is not difficult.
However, adopted daughters who become new beans usually follow the old path of old beans, because they basically have no other way out, and there is no escape route. The reason why beans become beans is that someone sells them as goods, and the person who sells them is not a human trafficker. , but biological parents.
They grew up in families with traditional characteristics of "poverty". Their parents had the feudal concept of favoring boys over girls. They were also good at using the fine tradition of "filial piety comes first", binding their daughters with filial piety, and selling them first to make a fortune to make the family prosperous. I had a lot of money for a long time, and when my daughter started to get "shares", I asked her to send money home to continue to subsidize her parents and brothers.
This kind of daughter is a money-making tool for the family, but it is also a shame. When she disappears, you can ignore it as if she doesn't exist. If she hangs around under your nose every day, you will not only have to listen to outsiders' gossip, but you will also feel panic yourself, so the family does not Welcoming them back, the day they become beans, they are already rootless duckweeds.
A filial person has a higher bottom line than an unfilial person, especially when dealing with people who share the same problem, and will not do things to the extreme.
The moment he stepped into the mansion, Xian Yaowen not only saw and thought about it, but also smelled it. He smelled a human touch.
When the woman heard Xian Yaowen call her "nephew," she was instantly elated. The silver bells in her mouth rubbed her shoulders one after another, and she covered her mouth to hide her exposed teeth. Yan Yan smiled and said, "Sir, you are really good at talking. I have thirteen daughters under my knees. I didn't know that your husband wanted to visit me." which one?"
Xian Yaowen glanced at the man at the tea table and said: "I remember the last time I chatted with Ling Qianjin, the chicken that my aunt brought us was quite delicious. This time I still want to chat while eating and talk about lovesickness. It’s bitter, and I’d also like to talk about the changes in the hills and mountains in the months since I left.”
The woman was like a narration, simultaneously translating Xian Yaowen's bullshit into human language: I want to find a pipa boy who is familiar with Singapore to sit with me, eat communist chicken, and get some news at the same time.
"Sir, please come this way."
The woman made an inviting gesture towards the corridor behind the roller blinds in the room, leading Xian Yaowen deeper into the room.
Lifting the roller blind, entering the corridor, she saw a wooden door. The woman pushed open the wooden door, and the sound of pipa and charming sounds rushed out through the cracks in the door. She was looking for the ear drill. Xian Yaowen squinted slightly to allow his eyes to adapt to the changes in light faster, and then scanned In the narrow corridor, you can see wooden walls and wooden doors made of stained glass, eight in total. The deepest part is intertwined with vertical and oblique light. There should be a wooden ladder going upstairs.
Follow the steps in and up, and arrive at the third floor with the same layout and decoration. There are eight doors, half of which are illuminated.
The third floor is obviously a bit more upscale than the second floor, because it is very quiet behind the three doors, but behind one door there is the sound of someone slapping a face with a palm. The sound is dull, thick, and not crisp enough. The face being photographed should be It is as tender as water, and the owner enjoys having his face patted, and at least he does not resist. If he resists, his cheeks will tighten and the sound he makes will only be crisp.
"You really know how to play."
With a groan in his belly, Xian Yaowen walked into a door pushed open by a woman and sat down at a small round table in the room.
The woman said "Wait a minute" and then left the room and closed the door. Two or three minutes later, a servant girl wearing white clothes and black trousers knocked on the door and came in. She watched tea, ordered food, and left in one go.
Another two or three minutes passed, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor came from the corridor, approaching from far away. When the walking stopped suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, can I come in?"
(End of this chapter)