Boss Qiu, who had just been let go, turned around and grabbed the kitchen knife next to him and tried his best. But before he could make a move, he was kicked away by the gangsters around Cao Kun. They did not hold back this kick. Boss Qiu was kicked.
After this kick, the person suddenly lost strength and could not get up.
"Give me something shameless."
Cao Kun's face was gloomy. He picked up a stone next to him and was about to go over and strike harshly.
"stop!!"
Among the crowd, a bald man jumped out very quickly and stood between the two of them.
When the rogue Cao Kun saw this, not only did he not hold back, but he hit the bald man's head with more force. There was only a "bang" sound, and the stone was cracked, but the bald head was unscathed.
Iron head skill!
"In broad daylight, good people are being oppressed. It is simply lawless."
The bald man didn't spare any effort as he spoke, and subdued Cao Kun and others with three punches and two kicks.
After cleaning up the scoundrel, the bald man bent down and helped the seriously injured Boss Qiu up, not forgetting to tear the IOU into pieces from Cao Kun's hand.
This is a careful monk.
"Smelly bald donkey, do you know where this place is!"
"If you dare to attack us, you are provoking Mingjian Villa."
These gangsters were all old hooligans, and when they realized that the idea in front of them was inconvenient, they quickly turned around and ran away.
During the process, he did not forget to use the signboard of Mingjian Villa to make harsh words, which can be said to be a losing battle.
"Thank you, Master. Please leave quickly. If you are late, you won't be able to leave."
Boss Qiu looked at the bald man with a grateful expression.
He almost lost his family and his family. Maybe for this young monk, it was just a chance encounter on the road. But for him, it was a real life-saving grace. Never underestimate the tricks of those naughty people. These streets are full of troubles.
They have harmed many families.
Don't ask why the government doesn't care. The county magistrate of Wanjiancheng is just a decoration. As soon as he heard that it was a case involving Mingjian Villa, he was so frightened that he immediately fell ill. Until now, there has been no explanation for the previous cases. He has no right.
What else could a powerless old vegetable seller expect?
"Don't worry, old man. I believe that Daozhou has royal laws, and the owner of Mingjian Villa will not allow such a madman to harm the people."
The monk smiled and said that after saving the people, he returned to his previous position openly and sold his scriptures.
At a roadside stall.
Wu Chong, who was eating fried stinky tofu, watched the whole process in silence.
He further understood the power of his three general managers in Wanjian City. Within the city, everyone from the city guards to the gangsters patrolling the streets basically relied on them to make a living.
In a word, if they are told to kill, they will kill.
Let it set fire!
"Boss, check out."
After eating, Wu Chong took out the copper coins and put them on the table.
He is also the owner of the village now, so there is no shortage of money.
In the past, Wu Chong had thought about why those Jianghu people were not short of money and always ate meat and drank wine. Now he understood that those Jianghu people either sought refuge in the imperial court like him, or they were just like Shopkeeper Bao and others.
, making dirty money.
"Sir, you are finally back."
As soon as Wu Chong returned to the villa, he saw a tired-looking Ma Runan.
This subordinate who came from Chongzhou Mansion was really tough at work. Except for the first day, she basically spent the rest of the time in the accounting room. She wanted to find out the problematic account books of Mingjian Villa.
, get evidence of those people’s crimes.
This is also determined by Ma Runan's background. She is accustomed to finding evidence before taking action against her enemies.
Little did she know that the boss she was following was a member of the Shanzhai Village.
When Wu Chong decided to take action, what evidence and what crime.
If you kill people and then replace them, it will end.
If there is any doubt, they can jump out and report it.
"I found the evidence."
Ma Runan said with excitement.
After going through the accounts for a few days, I didn't expect that he would actually find it. You can imagine how bad the accounts of Mingjian Villa are, and fake accounts can cause problems.
"good."
Wu Chong expressed his appreciation.
Subordinates work hard, and as a superior, your attitude must be in place.
The two of them walked and talked, listening to Ma Runan's attentive report along the way. Wu Chong nodded absently from time to time.
As soon as I entered the house and sat down, I saw Qi Qi floating in from outside.
This old sword slave's martial arts was very high. Wu Chong tested it once, and the old guy actually took it. Although he only used 30% of his strength, he could tell a lot.
An old servant of the first level of the Third Realm.
This kind of person actually works wholeheartedly for Mingjian Villa. It can be seen that the ancestors of Mingjian Villa still have something.
"Master, your letter."
After Thirteen came in, he respectfully placed the letter on the table.
It was sent by Shadow Zhao Jianglong.
He created an opportunity for Zhao Jianglong in the morning, and this guy really didn't let him down. It only took half a day to collect the things and send them over.
"They are all loyal subordinates. We must treat them to a meal."
Looking through the information sent by Zhao Jianglong, Wu Chong couldn't help but praise it.
Tricked the previous owner to death.
Human trafficking, loan sharking, abuse of private power...
There are countless black materials.
These are not the most important things. What Wu Chong praises the most is that these three guys actually went behind his back and applied to the court for thirty carts of fine iron in the name of the owner of the village. Thirty carts were also lost before!
There are a total of sixty cars before and after.
This is setting him up for death!
Such a huge amount, a massive amount of materials.
There is not a single word recorded in the account book of Mingjian Villa, as if there is no such thing at all.
They are all good subordinates who share the worries of the owner.
The previous owner died unjustly.
"I just want to check in safely, but why is it so difficult?"
Wu Chong felt that his loyalty when he became the head of the family had been violated again.
"Died in the same year, same month, same day" is the rule of being an eldest brother. He just has to take care of his brothers and their family. The eldest brother also has his own difficulties.
Wu Chong knew that there was a problem with the three subordinates from the beginning. It was unrealistic for a village owner who came by air to bow to the subordinates just because he wanted them.
But I didn't expect these guys to be so brave.
"Go and inform the three managers tonight that I have something important to discuss with them."
Wu Chong put the letter into his sleeve and gave instructions to Thirteen who was still waiting in front.
"yes."
Thirteen responded, turned around and went down.
When the owner of the village told him, he would do it.
Crock Village.
The cold evil wind blew by, and the wooden plaque at the door creaked. Dozens of blood-stained carriages were parked at the entrance of the village, soaked with blood.
Inside the village, it was completely empty.
There was only an old and withered corpse swaying in the wind, and there seemed to be something faintly singing inside, with an old, long, intermittent voice...
...
"Shopkeeper, we found out that the thirty fine iron carts were lost in Crock Village."
After searching for a long time, Shopkeeper Bao finally got a clue.
"Crock Village? Are these plague dogs tired of living? They dare to touch my goods."
Shopkeeper Bao's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
This incident had a great impact on him. Although it was later solved in the name of the owner, the source of the problem must be found.
"Let Heifeng and the others go there."
Put the letter in front of the candle and light it. The dancing flames illuminate Shopkeeper Bao's fat face, making it even more ferocious.
"Leave no chickens or dogs behind!"
At this moment, the voice of Sword Slave Seventeen suddenly came from outside the door.
"Director Bao, the owner of the village wants you to come over for a light meal in the evening..."