After that, he said to the members of the parent-teacher association: "Search, don't let go of the Blackwater Club in this building. Xiaoqi, take people to shovel out the Blackwater headquarters as well. There are only more than thirty people left there."
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The young man named Xiao Qi smiled happily: "Okay, just wait."
This Xiaoqi is still a time traveler. He has been working very hard since he followed Luo Wanya. In just two or three months, the watch world was replaced by the Porsche 911 Targa.
At this moment, Zhang Mengqian was looking at the burly fat man outside the door giving orders, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while.
Club fight?
What a coincidence?
The little boy looked at Luo Wanya's gloomy expression and thought that it actually had nothing to do with him. The manager of this pigeon cage had changed many times, but there wouldn't be much difference after each change.
The protection fee is sometimes more, sometimes less.
At this time, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Mengqian, and his ferocious expression scared the little boy back.
The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw the fat man silently walking into the house after everyone else had left. He smiled softly and said to Qingchen: "I was worried before that you were injured after you escaped, but now it seems that you are not. Look at me.
How was your performance?"
It's obvious that Luo Wanya has been fully trusted. He knows Qingchen's identity at this time and even knows about the existence of the little boy.
Zhang Mengqian stared at this scene in confusion.
He looked at Luo Wanya and then at the weak Qingchen.
"You came very timely," Qingchen said with a smile: "Go and do your work. In addition, from today on, I will take over the management of this pigeon cage for the Blackwater Society. I will first collect this month's protection fee."
"Ah?" Luo Wanya was stunned for a moment. Didn't the boss say before that he should be disciplined and principled? Why is he letting everyone do club activities now?
This is different from what the boss said before.
In this pigeon cage are the poorest people in the entire federation.
"You also know that there are city managers on top of the Blackwater Society, and half of the protection fees they receive must be paid. If this money is cut off, you will not be able to stand firmly in City 22," Qing
Chen said: "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all this yet, so we can only adapt to it first. This change cannot be too slow, because we only seize the day, but it cannot be too fast. If you want to redefine it, then
You must first learn to be patient.”
Luo Wanya agreed: "I understand."
Qingchen said: "In addition, treat the poor people here the same way. Other associations charge protection fees, but you don't. This will make you look very unsocial. If you treat the residents here very well from the beginning, one day you will be a little bit
If you do something wrong, they will jump out and accuse you, but if you change from bad to good, they will remember it in their hearts. The world is so ironic, you are too kind to the evil people, and you are too evil to the good people. Doing good things does not require you to be blind.
If you give all your enthusiasm and blood, you will get hurt."
Luo Wanya thought for a while and asked: "Then what do we collect the protection fees for? Didn't you say before that there is a new way to integrate slums?"
Qingchen smiled and said: "You do as I say, and you will know after a while..."
He explained in a low voice, and Zhang Mengqian just looked at it in confusion.
Luo Wanya left the corridor while there was still no one around. He still has a lot of things to be busy from today on.
After he left, Qingchen looked back at Zhang Mengqian and said with a smile, "Can you hang out with me now?"
Zhang Mengqian only felt that it was a bit absurd. The Blackwater Society that he was so afraid of just now turned into dead people in the blink of an eye.
These people have done all kinds of evil and defrauded so many people in the slums, so it would be no shame to die.
But the key point is that the person who he rated as "weak" turned out to be the leader of this matter.
Zhang Mengqian hesitated: "Who are you?"
Qingchen walked to the window, opened it and let the biting cold wind of winter pour in, making the air in the room no longer so turbid.
The wind shook Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him sober and bright as never before.
Qingchen stood by the window, thought for a moment and said, "You can call me boss like everyone else.
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The art society's process of collecting protection fees from the Pigeon Cage Building went smoothly.
People here are used to collecting protection fees. They don't care who collects them, as long as no one comes to cut them every day after paying them.
The Blackwater Society is not a big society, and this is the only building they control.
Everything starts from here.
What is surprising is that the protection fee is a sum of money, and some deposits were actually found in the headquarters of the Blackwater Society.
In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first carried a sack of money and went to the PCE Public Security Management Committee to make a confession. The officials were curious about why the Blackwater Society was aborted, but seeing that Zhang Qinghuan was so sensible, they didn't care.
At this moment, these agents have not yet realized what is going to happen in District 9 and what a profound impact it will have in the future.
If there are no major events, they may not be able to go to the Lower Third District a few times a year.
If you have that time, you might as well go to District 4 and find a girl.
In the evening, everyone in the slums of District 9 saw an elevator maintenance vehicle entering.
It's strange. Every building in District 9 does have elevators, but all the elevators are broken and no one will repair them.
Moreover, the security personnel themselves were worried about the security of District 9 and did not dare to come.
Therefore, elevator maintenance trucks have always been a rare customer here.
The car was escorted by the art club and arrived in front of the Pigeon Cage Building. Many people on the street watched, watching the maintenance personnel go in for maintenance.
The art club also specially sent people to help look after their maintenance vehicles. Otherwise, when the elevator is repaired, all four wheels may be missing and the engine may not be there.
This scene outside the Pigeon Cage Building shocked many people, and no one knew what happened.
After more than two hours, it was night.
The maintenance staff came out of the building and said to Xiao Qi: "There is actually nothing wrong with this elevator. It's just that no one has come to repair it since it broke down. The hardware is all good."
After sending away the elevator maintenance personnel, in the dark, another "Blue Shield Monitoring" vehicle came over and began to install surveillance in the Pigeon Cage Building.
Elevators, security passages, and the ends of corridors on each floor are all equipped with surveillance cameras.
Not only that, they also need to install surveillance cameras on the roof of the building to monitor the situation of high-altitude parachutes on the exterior walls.
The people in District 9 all laughed. Someone actually tried to install surveillance here? Isn't this funny?
Even the surveillance of the PCE Public Security Management Committee can't even think of staying here for one night!
Just installing these monitors kept me busy from 8pm to 1am.
Unsurprisingly, at around two o'clock that night, several young people were jumping in the elevator, causing it to creak, and even gave the surveillance camera the middle finger.
These young people all live on the fifth floor. They don't care at all whether the people upstairs have elevators, because they don't need them anyway.
Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian next to him: "What are they doing?"
Zhang Mengqian said: "These people are gamblers. They usually go out to steal things. They were caught in the Sixth District before. As a result, they broke the owner's hand tendon. Recently, they have been hiding in the Ninth District and dare not go out. They have no firearms."
Luo Wanya nodded: "Xiaoqi, you go, 10 days."
As a result, five minutes later, Xiao Qi came to their door alone.
There were seven people crammed into the ten-square-meter room, and they were beaten so hard by Xiao Qi that they screamed so miserably that the entire building could hear them.
In the safe passage, the voice-activated light that had just been repaired went off and on again, on and off again, without stopping at all.
What a miserable old man.
At about four o'clock that night, several young people unscrupulously came to the surveillance camera in the corridor and smashed the surveillance camera into pieces with a stick.
Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian: "What do these people do?"
The little boy said: "These are specially designed to dismantle other people's mechanical limbs, and there are no firearms."
Facts have proved that at least half of the people in the slums are quite honest. They really have no choice but to live here, and even here they are bullied.
There are also some people who are criminals who have committed crimes and cannot go anywhere else. It is this small group of people who have the most serious violent tendencies and the highest desire for destruction.
Xiaoqi was still beating someone here, and there was another call from the other side. Luo Wanya said on the phone: "Room 7809, 10 days."
He smiled and said to the few young people in front of him: "You have to thank the kind-hearted residents on the 78th floor, otherwise you will have to suffer for a while. By the way, remember to pay for the damage to public facilities. I will collect it tomorrow."
Xiaoqi's attacks were also light and heavy, and he focused on hitting areas with rough skin and thick flesh. The punches were not fatal, but they were painful.
The 10 days Luo Wanya said meant that these people would not be able to sleep in bed for 10 days.
Luo Wanya has no intention of coddling these people. In the entire pigeon cage building, four C-level masters, including him, and twenty-eight D-level quasi-tifah warriors are ready to respond to various anti-violence operations.
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He knew that the people in District 9 would not accept what they were doing for the time being.
When he once asked Qingchen how to do these things, Qingchen only answered one sentence: Use a method that these people can accept and let them accept it.
Qingchen did not avoid the evil that would arise in this process, nor did he hide behind Luo Wanya, letting Luo Wanya make this decision alone, while he hid behind and acted like a white lotus.
In his opinion, this is what he has to do, and the decision is naturally made by him.
He doesn't mind getting blood on his hands.
In the early morning, Zhang Qinghuan was swaying to sleep in the temporary control room. He felt that Luo Wanya and the others were working tirelessly, which was too boring.
Xiao Qi came back excitedly: "Lao Luo, what should we do next?"
Luo Wanya thought for a while and said: "During the day, you will escort a group of people over to repair the sewers and replace the aging circuits. The day after tomorrow, you will start cleaning the entire building with those violent elements to keep it clean."
Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time: "...Isn't this a property?"
Luo Wanya smiled: "Have you ever seen a property with such high fees?"
A pigeon cage of ten square meters costs 2,000 yuan per month. Even if half of it has to be handed over, it is still 1,000 yuan.
Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya and others can earn at least 70%-80%.
The previous societies were not even willing to pay for the 20% of the cost, nor were they willing to engage in such a "shameful" business. What they were doing was a business with no capital and huge profits.
Now, Luo Wanya has only reduced some profits.
Qingchen had done some calculations for Luo Wanya before. The lower three districts are home to 50% of the entire city's population. Each district has nearly a thousand residential buildings like pigeon cages. Excluding the vacant houses, each one has
There are about 900 households.
This is an unimaginably huge property fee, and those associations have already helped the parent-teacher association prepare the market.
At this time, a person was secretly coming to the door of a certain household and seemed to be secretly unlocking it.
This time, Luo Wanya didn't need to say anything, Xiao Qi hummed a tune and ran straight away.
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At noon, the residents near the Pigeon Cage Building in District 9 first noticed this area when they got up.
To their surprise, the surveillance cameras were still there, and all the surveillance cameras outside the building were intact.
The new recruits from the art club are leading a group of residents with bruises and bruises to clean the house. Xiao Qi is leading people to place trash cans downstairs, and "amiably" teaches the Pigeon Cage residents how to distinguish between dry garbage, wet garbage, and harmful garbage.
Garbage, recyclable garbage, if you can’t learn, just stay with the garbage...
This is so weird. They looked at those little hooligans who were laughing and joking every day, and suddenly they 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 preparing to throw it down.
Xiao Qi raised his head and looked coldly.
The young man looked downstairs with interest, as if he was trying to see who he should aim at.
But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange clicking sound above his head.
The young man was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look up at the sky.
The next moment, a figure quickly slid down the rope, like a special force of the Federal Army, falling from the 88th floor of the clouds and coming to him!
With a bang, the fallen figure kicked the young man on the chest with both feet and kicked him back from the window. Then he got into the window and started beating him violently.
The young people in the room were all dumbfounded. He was just throwing away garbage, so what?
I'm just asking you if you don't?
Do you need to use this tough method to solve the problem of high-altitude paraboloids?!
At this moment, those who were watching this scene all exclaimed in shock at the same time, and their nervous toes almost dug holes in their slippers.
Isn’t this too cruel!? Is this still a club?
Zhang Qinghuan, the owner of the art club, stood downstairs and stared blankly, and finally murmured: "Art!"
At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and others were going to do. He just felt that they were busy repairing elevators and installing surveillance cameras in the slums, which was really a bit idle.
But now, he realized what changes were about to happen here.
A group of more rogue people came to govern and recruit the rogues...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn't this the art he longs for?
Who in the entire federation has done this? No one has done this!
