Luo Wanya: "Search, don't let the Heishui community in this building go. Xiaoqi, you can take people to shovel Heishui's headquarters, and there are only more than 30 people left there."
The young man named Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Okay, please wait."
Xiaoqi is still a time traveler. Since following Luo Wanya, he has been working very hard. In just two or three months, the watch world has been replaced with the Porsche 911Targa.
At this moment, Zhang Mengqian looked at the burly fat man outside the door and gave orders, and his mind was a little unrestrained.
Club fighting?
Is this a coincidence?
At this time, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Mengqian and his fierce expression scared the little boy backed away.
The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw the fat man waiting for everyone else to leave, walked into the house silently, and said to Qingchen with a low smile: "I was worried about whether you were injured after you escaped."
It is obvious that Luo Wanya has been fully trusted. He knows Qingchen's identity at this time and even knows the existence of the little boy.
Zhang Mengqian stared at this scene in a daze.
He looked at Luo Wanya, and then at the weak Qingchen.
"It's very timely," Qingchen said with a smile: "Go and do your business. In addition, from today on, we will take over the Hei Shui Society to manage this pigeon cage and collect the protection fee for this month first."
"Ah?" Luo Wanya was stunned for a moment. Didn't the boss say that he should be disciplined and principles? Why did he let everyone do club activities again now?
This is different from what the boss said before.
"You also know that there are city managers in the Hei Shui Society. Half of the protection fees they receive are required to be paid. If the money is cut off, you will not be able to stand firm in City 22," Qingchen said: "Lao Luo, we do not have the ability to change all this, so we can only adapt to it first. This change cannot be too slow, because we have to seize the day, but we cannot be too fast. If we want to redefine it, we must first learn to endure."
Luo Wanya agreed: "I understand."
Qingchen said, "In addition, the same is true for the poor here. Other clubs charge protection fees. If you don't, it will make you look very unsociable. If you are very nice to the residents here at the beginning, one day when you do something wrong, they will jump out and blame you, but if you go from bad to good, they will remember it in your heart. This world is so ironic, too good to evil to good people, and too bad to good people. Doing good things does not mean that you will devote all your enthusiasm and passion, which will hurt."
Luo Wanya thought for a while and asked, "Then what are we doing when we charge protection fees? Didn't you say before that there is a new way to incorporate slums?"
Qingchen smiled and said, "You do what I said, and then you will know after a while..."
He whispered, and Zhang Mengqian was just watching it ignorantly.
Luo Wanya left while there was no one in the corridor. From today on, he still had a lot of things to be busy with.
After he left, Qingchen turned around and looked at Zhang Mengqian, and said with a smile: "Can you get along with me now?"
Zhang Mengqian only felt a bit absurd. The Black Water Club that he had just been so afraid of was all dead in a blink of an eye.
These people have done all their evil deeds and have deceived so many people in the slums. Naturally, they are not worth dying.
But the key is that the person whom he judged as "weak" was actually the leader in this matter.
Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a moment: "Who are you?"
Qingchen walked to the window and opened it and let the bitter cold wind in winter pour in, so that the air in the house was no longer so turbid.
The wind swayed Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him sober and brighter than ever before.
Qingchen stood by the window and thought for a while and said, "You can call me the boss like everyone else."
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The process of the art club collecting protection fees in the pigeon cage building was very smooth.
People here are used to the model of charging protection fees. They don’t care who will collect it. As long as no one comes to chop themselves every day after paying it.
The Hei Shui Society is not a big club, and they control only this building.
Everything starts here.
In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first carried a bag of money and went to the PCE Public Security Administration Committee to confess. The officials were curious about why the Heishui Society was abolished, but seeing that Zhang Qinghuan was so sensible, he didn't care about anything.
If there are no major events, they may not be able to go to the next three zones several times a year.
If you have that time, it’s better to go to the fourth area to find a girl.
In the evening, everyone saw an elevator maintenance vehicle entering the slum in the ninth district.
Strangely, there are indeed elevators in every building in this ninth district, but all the elevators are broken and no one will repair them.
Moreover, the maintenance staff themselves were worried about the public security in the ninth district and did not dare to come.
The car, escorted by the art club, came to the Pigeon Cage Building. Many people on the street watched and watched the maintenance personnel go in for maintenance.
The art club also specially sent people to help watch their maintenance cars. Otherwise, after repairing the elevator, the four wheels may disappear and the engine may not be there.
After more than two hours, it was night.
The maintenance staff came out of the building and said to Xiaoqi: "The elevator is actually nothing big. It's just that no one comes to repair it after it breaks. The hardware is all good."
After seeing off the elevator maintenance staff, another "Blue Shield Monitoring" vehicle came over in the night and began to install surveillance in the pigeon cage building.
The elevators, safety passages, and the end of each corridor are equipped with monitoring.
Not only that, they also need to install monitoring on the roof to monitor the situation of throwing objects from high altitudes of the exterior wall.
The residents of the ninth district all laughed. Someone actually tried to install surveillance here? Isn’t this funny?
Even the surveillance of the PCE Public Security Administration Committee should not be able to stay here for a night!
Not surprisingly, at around 2 o'clock that night, several young people jumped in the elevator, creaking the elevator crash, and raising the middle finger at the surveillance camera.
These young people all live on the fifth floor, and they don’t care at all whether the people upstairs have elevators for use, because they don’t need them anyway.
Luo Wanya stood in the surveillance room and asked Zhang Mengqian beside him: "What are they doing?"
Zhang Mengqian said: "These people are gamblers. They go out to steal things on weekdays. They were caught in the sixth district before, but they broke the owner's tendons. Recently, they hid in the nineth district and dared not go out. There were no guns."
Luo Wanya nodded: "Xiaoqi, go, 10 days."
As a result, five minutes later, Xiaoqi came to their door alone.
In the ten-square-meter house, seven people were squeezed, and Xiaoqi was beaten and screaming. The whole building could be heard with a terrible scream.
In the safety channel, the newly repaired voice-controlled lights are turned off and turned off, and they are turned off and never stopped.
It's so old.
At around four o'clock that night, several young people came to the corridor without restraint and smashed the surveillance with one stick.
Luo Wanya stood in the surveillance room and asked Zhang Mengqian: "What are these people doing?"
The little boy said: "These are all specially used to remove other people's mechanical limbs, and there are no guns."
As it turns out, at least half of the people in the slums are honest. They are really desperate and can only live here, even if they are bullied.
Some people are criminals who commit crimes, and they cannot go to other places. In other words, this small group of people has the most violent tendency and the highest desire to destroy them.
Xiaoqi was still beating someone here, and the phone came again. Luo Wanya said on the phone: "Room 7809, 10 days."
He smiled and said to the young people in front of him: "You should thank the kind residents on the 78th floor, otherwise you will have to be taken for a while. By the way, remember to pay for the destruction of public facilities, I will collect it tomorrow."
Xiaoqi's attacks are also serious. What Luo Wanya said about 10 days means that these people will not be able to get a bed in the world.
Luo Wanya had no intention of spoiling these people. In the entire pigeon cage building, four C-level masters, including him, and twenty-eight D-level Cuntifa warriors, were ready to respond to various anti-violence actions at any time.
He knew that the people in District 9 would not accept what they are doing now for the time being.
When he asked Qingchen how to do these things, Qingchen only answered one sentence: Use methods that these people can accept, and let them accept them.
Early in the morning, Xiaoqi came back excitedly: "Lao Luo, what are we doing next?"
Luo Wanya thought for a while and said, "During the daytime, you escort a group of people to repair the sewer and replace the aging circuit. The day after tomorrow, you will start to take those violent elements to clean the entire building and keep it clean."
Xiaoqi was stunned for a long time: "...Isn't this a property?"
Luo Wanya smiled: "Have you ever seen a property with such a high fee?"
The pigeon cage of ten square meters costs 2,000 yuan per month. Even if half of it has to be handed over, it will be 1,000 yuan.
Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya and others can earn at least 80%-90%.
Qingchen had done some calculations for Luo Wanya before. The lower three districts gathered 50% of the population of the entire city. Each district had nearly a thousand residential buildings such as pigeon cages. After removing the vacant houses on each building, there were about 900 households.
This is an unimaginable property fee, and those clubs have long helped the parent-teacher meeting to set up the market.
At this time, a person was secretly coming to the door of a resident in the surveillance, as if he was secretly unlocking the lock.
This time, no need for Luo Wanya to say anything, Xiaoqi hummed a small song and headed straight for the way.
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At noon, residents near the Pigeon Cage Building immediately observed this place when they woke up.
But to their surprise, the surveillance was still there, and the surveillance outside the building was intact.
The newly recruited people from the art club are taking a group of bruised and swollen residents to clean the sanitation. Xiao Qi takes people to place trash cans downstairs and teaches pigeon cage residents how to distinguish between dry, wet, hazardous garbage, and recyclable garbage. If you can't learn, stay with garbage...
This is so weird. They looked at the little gangsters who hip-hop every day and suddenly became good babies.
At this time, a young man opened the window on the 61st floor, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and was about to throw it down.
Xiaoqi looked up and looked coldly.
The young man looked downstairs with great interest, as if he was looking at whom he should be aiming at.
But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange sound coming from his head.
The young man was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look up to the sky.
The next moment, a figure slid down the rope quickly, like the special forces of the Federal Army, falling from the clouds on the 88th floor and coming to him!
With a bang, the fallen figure kicked the young man in the chest with his feet, kicked him back from the window, and then he also entered the window and began to beat him up.
The young people in the room were stupid. He just threw away the garbage. As for?
I'll ask you if it's right?
At this moment, those who were watching this scene exclaimed in their hearts at the same time, and their nervous toes almost made a hole in their slippers.
Is this too cruel? Is this a club?
Zhang Qinghuan, the owner of the art club, stood downstairs and stared blankly, and finally murmured: "It's art!"
At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and others were going to do, so he felt that he was really idle to build elevators and install surveillance cameras in the slums.
But now, he realized what changes would happen here.
A group of more rogue people came to manage and incorporate rogues...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn’t this the art he longed for?
Who has done this in the entire Federation? No one has done this!