"Gaoyang, it's been three days. What is that Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"
On the phone, Chen Yidong, the owner of the Dragon Wire Society, spoke obviously a little impatient.
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "You may not believe it, the boss said. He is urging the children to go to school from house to house. He cleans the buildings every day, and has never done anything else."
Chen Yidong was stunned for a moment: "I'm using such an inexplicable thing to scare me. Are you a traitor?"
Gao Yang explained: "No...No, boss, please listen to me. He has really done nothing serious in the past three days. It's not just him, the entire art club seems to have been silent, and no one is doing nothing serious in the business."
"How many leaders are there in the art club now?" Chen Yidong asked.
"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiaoqi," Gao Yang said: "That Xiaoqi is doing infrastructure for the owners of the four buildings every day. Luo Wanya takes our new members to do team building every day. They don't go out to cut people or do business. They don't do anything with the main business of the community."
"By the way, the art clubs destroyed four clubs, Black Water, Big Pendulum, Meteor Hammer, I want to buy a watch. Where are these hundreds of people? " Chen Yidong asked: "Did you absorb it into the art club or kill them? When PCE asked to hand over the person before, they only handed over thirty."
Gao Yang explained: "They are all stacking paper boxes, stepping on sewing machines, and assembling electronic components."
"What's the matter?" Chen Yidong was obviously stunned.
Gao Yang said: "Xiao Qi made the three highest floors for them on the Great Pendulum Tower, then installed an iron door and locked it, so that they could carry out some 'labor transformation' inside, and make money for the art club. Now, these people are also one of the main businesses of the art club, and their cash flow is OK..."
Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa and was stunned for a while.
The environment of federal prisons is much better than that of slums, and there is no such thing as labor reform.
His family started to be involved in clubs since his grandfather. After decades of staying in the process, they didn’t expect to make money in this way... The key is that it is too weird for clubs to make money in this way!
It's too old!
Where can we make money by trafficking in humans, chemicals, and organs in this way?
Chen Yidong felt a little reluctant to look at him when he thought of the hundreds of strong men stepping on the sewing machine in the pendulum tower.
"Okay, no more," Chen Yidong sneered: "You have already grasped Zhang Qinghuan's whereabouts?"
"Well, I have mastered it, but boss, will Zhang Qinghuan be protected by his side?"
"Okay, I'll send someone to kill him today. Is it just a F-level genetic warrior? What masters can I have around me? He is no longer worthy of my continued attention."
"Yeah, OK," Gao Yang hung up the phone.
Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: "Gaoyang, come and continue the team building with his family!"
"Here's here!"
In the eighth area, two motorcycles rushed out of the yard of Longwen Villa and headed towards the ninth area.
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"Are we not expanding our territory?" Jiang Mubei asked this question with deep doubts in his heart.
The two big names in spades know very well what the art club has. There is no problem with those more than 100 genetic warriors pushing the entire lower three zones.
But the art club was not moving anymore, as if it was a little rich man, which made Jiang Mubei feel a little disappointed.
If this art club is doing something to oppress the poor, then the two big names in spades will at most stand by and watch.
But now it’s different. They found that what art clubs have to do is different from theirs.
It's better than spades.
As a result, Jiang Mubei's heart became hot again. He wanted to discuss with Xu Linsen and directly help the art club push it. In this way, the poor people in the Lower Third District of the City No. 22 could also usher in a bright day earlier.
But Zhang Qinghuan didn't care: "Don't worry, now it's the process of creating a model. In the ninth and even the lower third districts, there are still many people who don't know the existence of pigeon cages, so we won't get help from the people if we hit it. Now we light up the four buildings and then spread them on purpose, which will naturally become a topic. You see, those people were called to visit."
Jiang Mubei murmured: "If I hadn't seen the light, I could have endured the darkness."
"That's right," Zhang Qing laughed happily, "and there is another problem that all clubs need to provide supply to the superiors. The clubs provide PCE, and the PCE supplies the members above them, and the members belong to the consortium. If the art clubs make great changes in balance, they will definitely be noticed, so although they should move quickly, they should act steadily."
"You thought of this?" Jiang Mubei asked in confusion. His subtext was, could you think of such serious ideas?
Zhang Qinghuan admitted frankly: "This is what Lao Luo said."
At this time, Qingchen suddenly said, "I understand, so we have to wait for something to happen in the city, and when PCE has no time to take care of us, then expand quickly!"
"Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.
Qingchen said, "Why don't we go to assassinate the people of the Shen Dai Consortium? I know that a Shen Dai Yunluo drinks in the Black Swan Restaurant in the Fourth District every day, and he comes and goes alone every morning. I work as a waiter in the Black Swan Restaurant. If I kill him, the upper six will definitely be in chaos."
Zhang Qinghuan was so amused and laughed: "I know what you said about the Goddess Yunluo. He is a famous noble young man in the city No. 22. That's A-level. We are not enough to get stuck in our teeth. Just wait for chaos with peace of mind. We can't create chaos by ourselves."
At this time, Jiang Mubei whispered in a low voice: "Boss, do we want to help them create chaos?"
"You can consider it," Xu Linsen nodded.
"But the problem is that we are from spades, and we are not really a member of the art club," Jiang Mubei said: "I think this is their own business, and it is better for them to do it themselves."
Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: "If he can really do something we can't do, then what's the point of letting him be a Joker in spades? I don't mind."
Jiang Mubei was stunned for a while: "Boss, you..."
"No need to say more, we will create chaos tonight," said Xu Linsen. Under that calm expression, there was already some determination. The meaning of their spades was not for power, but for an ideal.
As long as things can be accomplished, Xu Linsen's personal gains and losses are not important.
In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, most of the spades are wild people, and their vision and pattern are destined to be difficult to complete this matter independently.
And now, he already knows how ambitious the person behind this art club has.
Jiang Mubei murmured in a low voice: "Let him be a Joker? We don't know where he is yet, how can we make him a Joker?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingchen suddenly raised his hand: "Boss, let's have another bowl of fat noodles."
Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears and turned his head over and shouted, "If you add noodles, just add noodles, why are you so loud??"