After Wu Chong left, the restaurant fell into a strange calm.
The three of them silently put down their wine glasses.
"This new village owner seems to be a little disrespectful."
The effeminate man sitting next to Shopkeeper Bao casually pushed away the geisha in his arms, not even the slightest bit intoxicated.
"The batch of fine iron that was taken away from the villa last month was the material that Master Dao Guan Ji requested by name. If..."
"No ifs!"
The feminine young man was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Mingjian Villa is a major sword-making sect. It is normal for swords to suffer some wear and tear."
Wherever there are people, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are rivers and lakes.
Mingjian Villa has been passed down for three hundred years.
They have long since penetrated into every aspect of Wanjian City, and they have often done things like reselling materials.
This is how they played when they were demons, and now that they are in Daozhou, they still play this way.
"If he wants to investigate, let him do it. Mingjian Villa is not a government agency. It is normal for him to lose some account books and so on." Shopkeeper Bao had a sinister look on his face, and Wu Chong's attitude of not giving him any face made Shopkeeper Bao
Very dissatisfied.
Several of them made a date to meet the new village owner today, just to test each other's attitude.
If they know the current affairs, they don't mind giving each other some soup, and then everyone can sit down and make a fortune together. But if they don't know the current affairs, don't blame them for playing dirty tricks.
In this world, besides force, there are many means.
A young man, they have many ways to keep each other busy.
"He's just a younger guy with a stupid head. I've seen a lot of people like this."
The remaining restaurant proprietress yawned charmingly.
"You are too cautious."
It seems that he doesn't take this so-called 'new village owner' seriously at all.
This is not difficult to understand.
With decades of interest relationships with others, why should everyone give you face when you, a stranger, come in? Owner of the village? They can deny their biological father in the face of interests! Not to mention Wu Chong, the owner of the village who has no foundation, even if he is
In the modern society in Wu Chong's memory, there were not a few cadres who were parachuted into local areas and were ignored.
"Caution is the boat."
Shopkeeper Bao picked up the clothes next to him, turned around and left.
The feminine young man also followed.
Only the restaurant owner was left drinking quietly inside.
The three people represent the three major forces under Mingjian Villa. Compared with the most conspicuous Mingjian Villa, they are the real powerful people in Wanjian City. In addition to the identity of Mingjian Villa, each of them also controls
A force of its own.
The source of interest for these forces is Mingjian Villa. The relationship between the two is like a tree trunk and a parasite.
Mingjian Villa.
Under the leadership of an old servant, Wu Chong completed the handover of the village.
He has officially become the owner of Mingjian Villa.
However, this kind of thing usually requires a large banquet, but Wu Chong saves this process. Setting up a banquet is a waste of time, and with his current status, the people below may not be convinced. Really
The banquet is laid out, but if things go wrong, there will be trouble.
This can be seen from the fact that shopkeeper Bao and others did not follow him after he left the banquet.
Normally, Shopkeeper Bao and the other three, as stewards of Mingjian Villa, would come over to report their duties to him.
"Sir, the account books are very confusing. Many materials and swords have recorded losses, but the specific method of loss has not been explained."
Ma Runan had been a headhunter in black and was no stranger to auditing accounts.
During this period, she had already preliminary checked some of the account books of Mingjian Villa, and there were countless problems in them. Some of them were even too lazy to cover up.
After all, it is still a Jianghu sect.
There are many differences from the methods of Daqi Imperial Court.
"It seems that our arrival has made some people unhappy."
Wu Chong was not surprised.
How is it possible to have a touching cake and expect others to cooperate fully? If you push the group of people into a hurry, it is possible for them to burn Zhuangzi down.
"For a village as big as Mingjian Villa, with the resources of one city, its revenue is actually at a loss after one year."
Turning to the last page of the account book and looking at the results, Ma Runan showed an incredible expression.
This is too blatant.
"Okay, let's go back and rest first."
Wu Chong did not study these contents in detail.
If people's affairs are not solved, just thinking about checking the accounts will not solve the problem. If not, there is also the trap of the previous owner buried in it. If you really want to check the account books, you are looking in the wrong direction. It will cost a lot of money.
Not to mention time and energy, it may not be possible to figure it all out in a year.
"yes."
Ma Runan put down the account book, turned around and went back to the house.
Mingjian Villa is very big.
There are also many places to live, which is much better than in Chongzhou Mansion before. At least you don’t have to worry about trivial matters, everything will be taken care of by the servants. This Jianghu sect with a history of more than 300 years has various organizational structures.
It's very complete.
It would be even better if no one took him for a fool.
Wu Chong walked to the window and looked at the night scene of the street in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
Midnight watch.
The watchman knocked and the sky was silent.
Shopkeeper Bao, who was sleeping, was suddenly woken up by everyone, and noisy sounds came from outside.
"Sir, Guo San is dead!"
A wounded subordinate ran in from outside, and when he saw Shopkeeper Bao, he immediately told him the answer he least wanted to hear.
“Where’s the goods?!!”
Shopkeeper Bao, who was wearing silk pajamas, didn't care about the life or death of the visitor. He grabbed the other person's collar with a ferocious expression and forcibly dragged the person up.
"lost."
The man who was already seriously injured had blood flowing out of his mouth after being pulled like this.
"Where's my fine iron? Thirty carts of fine iron, you told me you lost it?!"
The furious shopkeeper Bao grabbed the guard's neck and turned his fingers into claws.
"Rare..."
Click!
Before he could finish begging for mercy, shopkeeper Bao had his neck broken.
"Useless trash, it would be a shame not to die!"
After killing the person, shopkeeper Bao threw the body next to him, and he was completely sleepless.
Such a big movement quickly alerted others.
Not long after, Mr. Long, shopkeeper Bao's staff member, came over. Looking at the body on the ground, he waved his hand. Soon his subordinates came over and dragged the body away.
After cleaning up the bodies, Mr. Long walked in.
"Sir, thirty carts of fine iron is not a small amount. If the hole cannot be repaired, we will all be in big trouble."
Mr. Long is a scholar in Daqi and is deeply involved in all the sales of Shopkeeper Bao. He knows better than anyone how bold Shopkeeper Bao is in his business. He basically recognizes money but not people. He resells
I don’t know how much of the fine iron that went out was sold to foreign races.
Those guys are all wanted criminals in Daqi!
If we take a closer look at the above, every one of them will lose their heads.
"The old method is to go to the state capital to apply again. Use the name of the village owner."