"President Zhang is a big shot! He's a monk!" Shopkeeper Zhai suddenly glared at the butler.

"Besides, don't the cultivators in the ghost city not regard human life as their destiny? Are they making zombies at will and using people to practice demonic arts? Maybe the president will praise me even more after hearing about our way of getting rich!"

Shopkeeper Zhai said, and said excitedly: "Think about it, people who smoke our stuff will become extremely ill over time... Life is worse than death... When they are suffering... let's ask the monks to use magic to send them on their way.

Aren’t they grateful to us?”

After saying this, shopkeeper Zhai felt that he had lied to himself, and felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

But if he was asked to tell Zhang Feng, he really didn't dare to say it.

Otherwise, there is no need for him to secretly carry out cigarette trading under the cover of Zhang Feng.

When the housekeeper saw that his master was possessed by a demon, he begged for the last time: "Master... please stop..."

As he spoke, the butler knelt on the ground.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Shopkeeper Zhai shook his head and smiled, feeling that it was easy for the butler to stop.

But the money in this business is too fast and too easy, and Zhang Feng's reputation serves as a shield.

Even if he knew it was wrong, he couldn't stop it at all.

Because as long as you delay for one more day, hundreds and thousands of dollars will come in, and the money will be thrown at you!

"I won't do it after I finish this job for Boss Yan." Shopkeeper Zhai took a sip of spicy wine, advised the butler not to worry, and signaled the butler to get up.

After hearing the promise from Shopkeeper Zhai, the butler stopped talking because he had heard the words "last touch" fourteen days ago.

Shopkeeper Zhai has said this ten times.

The result of saying it ten times is that there is a box densely packed in the box next to the bed at home.

"Eh..." the housekeeper sighed, having already made up his mind to leave the Zhai Mansion now and no longer serve the now unfamiliar shopkeeper Zhai.

But he really couldn't bear it when he was asked to expose it.

"Sir..." the butler stood up and carefully and slowly poured a glass of wine for Shopkeeper Zhai, as if he was a butler for the first time, "I'm going to warm up the wine..."

"Go ahead, go ahead..." Shopkeeper Zhai waved his hand, not taking it seriously.

He also left the hall.

The housekeeper walked to the backyard, took one last look at the mansion where he had spent most of his life, then picked up his packed luggage and left the house.

He had prepared these long ago.

Fourteen days ago, after discovering that his master was selling cigarettes, he packed it up.

But he took advantage of the darkness and before he had gone far, he saw shopkeeper Hong coming with more than a dozen of the president's bodyguards.

‘It’s broken!’ The butler paused, threw down his luggage, and wanted to turn around to inform Shopkeeper Zhai that the president had sent someone!

Eighty percent of the time it was the president who discovered something.

But after shopkeeper Hong saw the butler's appearance and the luggage on the ground against the night sky, he thought and understood something, and quickly led his people to chase him a few steps.

Waiting to catch up with the elderly housekeeper.

Shopkeeper Hong patted the butler on the shoulder who said nothing, "Lao He, I remember you are going to have your grandson soon. Now that he is out, don't go back."

When Shopkeeper Hong said this, he looked at the guard picking up the luggage next to him and said, "Send Lao He home. Also, Lao He is not in good health. Don't go anywhere tonight, just stay in his courtyard."

Don't let him out in the cold weather again."

"Yes!" the guard responded, and left with Lao He who secretly wiped his tears.

Shopkeeper Hong saw the two people leaving and headed towards Zhai Mansion with the remaining guards.

Wait until you arrive in front of the house.

When the guard at the door saw Shopkeeper Hong bringing someone over, he didn't ask any questions.

The guard stepped forward and pushed the two people away, and the group entered the mansion.

At this time, shopkeeper Zhai was still drinking some wine and calling, "Where is Lao He? Let me heat up the food! Let's have some drinks~"

But as footsteps sounded, who knew that Lao He hadn't come.

He was feeling dizzy with alcohol when he saw Shopkeeper Hong striding over with his people.

"Shopkeeper Hong..." Shopkeeper Zhai half-squinted his eyes and glanced around the people behind Shopkeeper Hong, "Why didn't you tell me before you came...how do you want me to entertain you with this leftover wine and food~!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle next to him and took out a clean unused bowl and chopsticks from the table, which originally belonged to Lao He.

"Shopkeeper Zhai." Shopkeeper Hong clasped his fists and looked around at the guards, "Take Shopkeeper Zhai back to the President's Mansion and sober up."

"President's Mansion?!" Shopkeeper Zhai paused while pouring wine for Shopkeeper Hong. He sobered up in an instant and knew that the visitor was evil.

"Please!" the guard couldn't help but say, holding shopkeeper Zhai on his back.

Wait until you arrive at Zhang Feng's mansion.

Shopkeeper Zhai saw the twelve top shopkeepers from Yicheng sitting on both sides, quietly sipping tea. Now in winter, there were no mosquitoes humming, and the house was quiet.

President Zhang was sitting at the head, looking at Shopkeeper Hong and him being held up by the guards.

Shopkeeper Zhai already knew what was going on when he saw this formation.

But there was still a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that this was a big dream after being drunk and that it was not about smoking.

But as soon as Shopkeeper Hong opened his mouth as if he was reporting something, he felt a chill in his heart.

"All the shopkeepers here know what smoking is."

Shopkeeper Hong walked into the lobby, his words trembling, "This is... a harmful thing!"

"President!"

When Shopkeeper Hong finished speaking, Shopkeeper Zhai knelt down without thinking and begged Zhang Feng for mercy: "I accidentally got into this business... only once, really only once! It was all villains who seduced me.

.Yes, yes, it’s all the villain Boss Yan who lied to me, he..."

"Lies!" Shopkeeper He glared at Shopkeeper Zhai, "Your boss Yan is already in the patrol room! Captain Qin has also interrogated you! If you still dare to quibble, don't blame us for ignoring our friendship.

, send you to jail too!"

"Boss Yan has been arrested..." Shopkeeper Zhai's heart sank, and he looked at Zhang Feng again, wanting to kowtow and ask Zhang Feng to protect him.

He knew that President Zhang was very protective of his own people, so he might have a chance of survival.

Zhang Feng took a sip of tea and looked at the floating tea leaves, "No need to send it to the patrol room."

"Thank you, President!" When Shopkeeper Zhai saw that Zhang Feng did not send him to the government, he thought that Zhang Feng had forgiven him, so he had another idea and told Zhang Feng to everyone,

"President Zhang! Shopkeeper Hong, Shopkeeper He... Really! This business is really a profitable business!

Now that Boss Yan has been arrested, all the remaining goods belong to us! Think about it, this is goods worth over ten thousand oceans! If we take over, it will be a net profit!"

"Sigh..." When all the shopkeepers saw that Shopkeeper Zhai was a little crazy and didn't know what was right or wrong, they all sighed and shook their heads.

Zhang Feng put down his tea cup and looked at Shopkeeper Zhai, "Although Shopkeeper Zhai does not need to be sent to the patrol room for sentencing like Boss Yan. But there are state laws and family rules. Shopkeeper Zhai's contamination of items stipulated in the club's rules is a capital crime."

The words fell.

Shopkeeper Zhai's face became stunned and he was about to say something again.

The guard next to him took a step forward, drew out his long knife, and passed it across his neck.

'Pa-ta' head fell to the ground, his expression still showed a hint of disbelief, as if he did not expect that the president would kill him for this trivial matter.

Zhang Feng stood up and walked outside the courtyard,

"The people in the Chamber of Commerce are my Zhang Feng's people. The affairs in the Chamber of Commerce are my Zhang Feng's affairs.

If he is right, even if the sky falls and I am holding him up, he is also right.

If it is wrong, judge the crime according to the crime, and judge right and wrong in the chamber of commerce.
Chapter completed!