571、The art of drawing wages from the bottom of the pot
night.
"Boss, please let me kill that Zhang Qinghuan," Jiang Mubei sighed: "I feel that as long as we kill him, we will be able to approach the core power level of this art society in minutes. This scoundrel may be our biggest
Obstacle."
"Stop being so angry," Xu Linsen flipped through the news on his phone: "Although Zhang Qinghuan is a bit stupid, he is not bad-hearted. There are principles in spades. We must unite those who are willing to change the world together.
That’s all.”
"We still need to unite with that Zhang Qinghuan?" Jiang Mubei couldn't believe it: "Why do I feel that if we unite with him, we will be further away from success."
"Seek common ground while reserving differences," Xu Linsen said.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the corridor, and the two of them stopped talking and looked at the apartment door.
The visitor passed Jiang Mubei's room and opened the door next door.
Xu Linsen knew that this was Chen Sui coming back from get off work..
He asked thoughtfully: "By the way, what do you think of this Chen Sui? I seem to hear this name a bit familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it."
"I have no impression either," Jiang Mubei shook his head and said, "I have observed him and he seems to be just an ordinary person. Boss, do you doubt him?"
"It's not that I'm suspicious, I just feel that he appeared a little suddenly. He lives next door to us and joined the club with us," Xu Linsen said, "Of course, he moved in first. There's nothing to say about this. I just said casually.
Just ask."
"By the way, Chen Sui doesn't know where he goes or why he goes there at night," Jiang Mubei said.
"I heard that I work at a nightclub in the Fourth District. Don't worry about it. It won't have anything to do with us anyway," Xu Linsen said.
"Yes, it doesn't matter to us what he does when he goes out at night," Jiang Mubei nodded.
Xu Linsen said: "I don't know if you have noticed something. He doesn't come back until 4 a.m. every morning and gets up at 9 a.m. He only sleeps for five hours, but he is full of energy."
"I'll keep an eye on him tomorrow."
"Well, let's take a look," Xu Linsen turned off his phone and said, "Go to sleep. Zhang Qinghuan said that he still has a very important task tomorrow."
The next morning, the two of them went downstairs after being summoned by Zhang Qinghuan. They saw Zhang Qinghuan carrying a bag, while Chen Sui and Zhang Mengqian were looking around him, not knowing what they were looking for.
After the two of them went downstairs, Zhang Qinghuan opened the bag and gave everyone an iron rod.
Jiang Mubei asked doubtfully: "Are we going to destroy any society? If so, are there enough people among us?"
"It's not about killing anyone," Zhang Qinghuan shook his head: "There are more important things to do."
Hey, Xu Linsen felt strange now. He handed out the stick but didn't hit anyone. What was he doing?
I saw Zhang Qinghuan leading them to the pigeon cage again, while Zhang Mengqian said from the side: "Go to Household 703 first."
Zhang Qinghuan sneered: "As for his daughter, he has to agree whether he agrees to it today or not."
Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other.
Jiang Mubei whispered: "Isn't this guy going to seize other people's daughters? If so, shall we be his accomplices?"
Xu Linsen shook his head: "Let's see first. If the two of them are in love, but the father-in-law disagrees, the most we can do is not help in this matter, but we can't interfere. If he wants to hit someone, just hold him back.
.”
"Okay, if he wants to force Liang into prostitution, I can kill him directly," Jiang Mubei said in a low voice.
Having said this, Xu Linsen suddenly looked back at Qingchen: "Chen Sui, what do you think?"
Qingchen looked at the two of them innocently: "I think you are right..."
Arriving at the door of Room 703, Zhang Qinghuan knocked on the door aggressively: "Li Sangou, come out!"
But when Zhang Qinghuan banged the door, Jiang Mubei tried to stop him several times.
At this moment, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stood weakly in the room: "What are you doing?"
"Let's talk about your daughter!" Zhang Qinghuan said.
Qingchen, Xu Linsen, and Jiang Mubei silently looked at an eighty-nine-year-old girl behind Li Sangou, who was folding cartons...
Zhang Qinghuan said: "Will you send her to school or not? She is of school age now, what good can she do by folding cartons with you? Federal primary school is free, why don't you send her to school?"
Qingchen, Xu Linsen, Jiang Mubei: "..."
This is completely different from what they thought. It is not a drama about robbing civilian girls.
They looked around the room.
There are piles of paper packaging boxes in the house, which were all folded by Li Sangou and his daughter. After they are all folded, they will be sent to the fifth district and sold to the gift shop there.
However, this carton only costs a few cents, and they may only earn a day or two by folding it for a day.
This is the current situation of most people in the Lower Three Districts. They don't want to do bad things and have no ability to change their lives. They are like worker ants doing jobs at the bottom of society that no one wants to do.
Li Sangou said unhappily: "You said it's easy. Going to school is useless. After you graduate from elementary school, don't you still have to come over and fold paper boxes? What's the difference? Can going to school be used as a meal?"
Zhang Qinghuan pointed an iron rod at Li Sangou: "If you talk like this, I will beat you."
Li Sangou said sadly: "You are a club, can you do something that a club should do? Isn't it better to kill people? Why do you care whether my children go to school or not?"
Zhang Qinghuan sneered and said, "If you let her go to school, the protection fee will be reduced by two hundred per month for you."
"Really?" Li Sangou's eyes lit up.
People in the Lower Three Districts often drop their children out of school, and most of them come back to help with the work before finishing elementary school.
But in the final analysis, life is still too stressful.
After all, there are still a minority of parents in this world who sell their children's eyesight. As long as it is possible, who would not want to send their children to school to learn how to read?
Zhang Qinghuan asked: "Should I send it away?"
Li Sangou nodded: "I'll give it away...but the people in the ninth district primary school are not good people either. They make up their own names every day to collect various fees."
"Don't worry about this, we will solve it!" Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand and left.
This solution is definitely the solution of the community.
Zhang Qinghuan asked Zhang Mengqian: "How many households are we going to solve today?"
"112 households," Zhang Mengqian said: "They are all old enough to have not gone to primary school."
Zhang Qinghuan smiled casually: "Everyone, please work hard today. You have to visit all 112 households today. If you can complete it successfully, I will treat you to fat sausage noodles!"
Fat sausage noodles are also a specialty in the slums. After the livestock are slaughtered, the good meat from the animals is supplied to the big shots. Only few people like to eat intestines, so this sausage is the cheapest real meat in the entire city.
Of course, even the cheapest one is not something ordinary people can afford. Zhang Qinghuan was generous today.
Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other. They really didn't expect that the art club would still care about this matter.
Compared with the student demonstrations they organized, the art societies acted more roughly and were more popular.
Spades' current wish is that all children in the world can read books and newspapers, so that they can at least know what is happening in the world.
Thinking of this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei were really interested in the art club.
Xu Linsen whispered: "I am now certain that the person behind this art club is the person Yangyang mentioned. I really want to see what he wants to turn into the Lower Third District of City No. 22."
Qingchen was behind him, looking innocently at the ceiling.
…
…
In the Fat Sausage Noodle Shop in District 9, Qingchen and others sat side by side on a long table, slurping down noodles, but Zhang Qinghuan and Zhang Mengqian made the loudest noises.
Their team completed the task of encouraging students to study in 112 households in one day, and everyone was smiling.
It's obviously just a small thing, but I don't know why my life is so fulfilling.
Xu Linsen wiped his mouth, thought for a moment and asked Zhang Qinghuan: "Boss, aren't we a club? Why do we do this kind of thing?"
Zhang Qinghuan stopped talking and said casually: "This is not my decision. It was the people above who said that the sound of reading should be resounded in the campus. They said that if this huge world cannot accommodate a desk, then all the people in the world will
It’s an adult’s fault…”
At this point, he realized that he had let something slip: "Ahem, the 'people above' I mentioned refer to the sages in heaven who gave me instructions in my dreams."
In the blink of an eye, Qingchen became a sage in heaven...
Xu Linsen didn't care about Zhang Qinghuan's lame remarks. He was just thinking about what he just said: "But we are a club, shouldn't we fight and kill each other?"
"You don't know this," Zhang Qing said happily: "When I was a child, I was very poor. I couldn't even afford to go to junior high school. I almost didn't have enough to eat. Where could I go to school? Later, I worked hard to make money, thinking about having a future.
Money can make you happy, but although the business is going well and at least the brothers have food and drink, they are still not happy enough. Until recently, I felt like I had been given chicken blood every day, and I had endless energy in my body.
, do you know why?”
"Why?" Qingchen asked this time.
Zhang Qinghuan said: "I suddenly understood why I felt so empty before, because I used to think of ways to make my own life better, but now my goal is to make more people's lives better and different."
Jiang Mubei murmured in a low voice: "The ideological consciousness is quite high..."
But I heard Zhang Qinghuan continue: "Besides, the children have gone to school. At least they can find a slightly better job, so they don't have to join the club like me. When they don't have to join the club, then there will be no more people in City 22.
Is it an art society? All the protection fees are collected by us, and one family is the only one. This is art that draws money from the bottom of the cauldron!"
Xu Linsen: “Pfft!”
A mouthful of noodles was spat into the bowl.
Qingchen: "???"
He never expected that when his guiding ideology was conveyed to Zhang Qinghuan, it would be misinterpreted like this!
"Brother, look," Jiang Mubei held his cell phone in front of Xu Linsen, only to see someone on it sending a message. It was a wanted order issued by the God Generation Consortium in City No. 22 for Ace of Spades!
The wanted reason is that Xu Linsen killed Takahashi Daisei, a member of the Jindai Foundation!
Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at the wanted notice for a long time. They came to City 22 with the mission of killing Takahashi Daesheng, but they haven't done it yet!
Things are a little strange.
The person was the one they wanted to kill. Although he didn't take action, it was still considered his killing...
Xu Linsen was silent for a long time: "There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world. It is probably the person Yangyang said who wants to mess with me..."
Jiang Mubei raised his eyebrows: "If you let me know where he is, you have to settle the score."
Qingchen suddenly raised his head and raised his hand: "Boss, have another bowl."
Zhang Qinghuan muttered: "Eat less, why do you have such a good appetite!?"
