"Gao Yang, it's been three days, what is Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"
On the phone, Chen Yidong, the owner of the Longwen Society, sounded obviously impatient.
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "You may not believe it when I tell my boss. He is going door to door to persuade children to go to school. He cleans the buildings one building a day and does nothing else."
Chen Yidong was stunned for a moment: "If you are trying to scare me with such an inexplicable thing, are you rebelling?"
Gao Yang explained: "Not yet... No, boss, listen to me, he really hasn't done anything serious in the past three days. It's not just him, the entire art club seems to have fallen silent, everyone has
You're not doing anything serious."
"How many leaders does the art society have now?" Chen Yidong asked.
"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiaoqi," Gao Yang said: "Xiaoqi is doing infrastructure construction for the owners of the four buildings every day, and Luo Wanya is leading our new members to team-building every day.
They don't go out to kill people, they don't do business, and they don't do anything that has anything to do with the official affairs of the society."
"By the way, the art club destroyed four clubs before, Black Water, Big Pendulum, and Meteor. I want to buy a watch. Where are these hundreds of people?" Chen Yidong asked: "They were absorbed into it.
Art clubs, or are they all killed? When the PCE asked people to hand over people before, they only handed over thirty people."
Gao Yang explained: "They are all folding cartons, using sewing machines, and assembling electronic components..."
"What the hell?" Chen Yidong was obviously stunned for a moment.
Gao Yang said: "Xiaoqi gave them the top three floors of the Big Pendulum Building, installed iron doors and locked them, and asked them to carry out some kind of 'reform through labor' inside, while making money for the art club. Now.
, these people can be regarded as one of the main businesses of the art society, and the cash flow is okay..."
Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa and was stunned for a long time.
The environment in federal prisons is much better than that in slums, and there is no such thing as reform-through-labor.
His family has been involved in the club since his grandfather's generation, and after decades of doing so, he never thought that he could still make money in this way... The point is, it's too weird for the club to make money in this way!
It’s too ancient!
In this way, where can we get money from trafficking in humans, chemicals, and organs?
When Chen Yidong thought of hundreds of strong men working on sewing machines in the big pendulum building, he couldn't bear to look at them.
"Okay, no more ink marks," Chen Yidong sneered: "You already know Zhang Qinghuan's whereabouts, right?"
"Well, I got it, but boss, will Zhang Qinghuan be protected by a master?"
"Okay, I will send someone to kill him today. Is he just an F-level genetic warrior? Are there any masters around him? He is no longer worthy of my continued attention."
"Um, OK," Gao Yang hung up the phone.
Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: "Gao Yang, come and continue team building with your family!"
"I'm coming!"
In District 8, two motorcycles sped out of the courtyard of Longwen Villa and headed towards District 9.
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"Aren't we going to expand our territory?" Jiang Mubei asked this question with deep doubts in his heart.
The two big names in Spades know very well the strength of the art club. Those more than a hundred genetic warriors can even apply to the entire lower third district without any problem.
Moreover, now Jiang Mubei feels a little bit devoted to his career.
If what this art society does is to oppress the poor, then the two big names in spades will at most just be bystanders and watch, and maybe they will do some harm to the people.
But things are different now. They have found that what the art club wants to do is the same as theirs.
Made better than spades.
As a result, Jiang Mubei's heart became hot again. He wished he could discuss it with Xu Linsen and directly help the art club get a smooth vote, so that the poor people in the Lower Third District of City No. 22 could also usher in the bright future as soon as possible.
one day.
Therefore, the impatient Jiang Mubei felt a little anxious when he saw that the art club was not doing business...
More anxious than the art club.
But Zhang Qinghuan didn't care at all: "Don't worry, now is the process of creating a model. There are still many people in the ninth district and even the lower three districts who don't know the existence of the pigeon cage, so if we fight there, we won't get help from the people.
.Now that we have lit up four buildings and then deliberately spread the word, it will naturally become a topic. You see, those people are the ones who were called to visit."
Zhang Qinghuan was sitting in the noodle shop, pointing at the crowd passing by the door: "No one can stop their desire to make their lives better. The lights in District 9 are enough to light up their desire."
Jiang Mubei murmured: "If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness."
"That's right," Zhang Qing said with a happy smile: "And another problem is that all societies have to provide money from above. The societies provide PCE, and PCE supplies the MPs above them, and the MPs belong to the consortium. If
Art societies that change the balance in a big way will definitely be noticed, so although they have to move quickly, they have to be steady."
"Did you come up with all this?" Jiang Mubei asked doubtfully. His subtext was, can you come up with such a serious idea?
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 wait until the PCE has no time to take care of us before we expand rapidly!"
"Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.
Qingchen said: "How about we assassinate the people of the Jindai Consortium? I know that a man named Jindai Yunluo drinks at the Black Swan Restaurant in the Fourth District every day, and walks alone every early morning. I work at the Black Swan Restaurant
He's a waiter. If he is killed, the Upper Sixth District will definitely be in chaos."
Zhang Qinghuan couldn't laugh or cry: "I know the God of Time Yunluo you are talking about. He is a famous noble man in the 22nd city. He is an A-level man. We are not enough for him. We can just wait for the chaos. We can't do it.
Go create chaos yourself.”
As soon as these words came out, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other, leaving the PCE Public Security Management Committee with no time to take care of the Lower Third District. In fact, the two of them could do this.
Wouldn't it be nice to create chaos elsewhere?
At this time, Jiang Mubei whispered: "Boss, do we want to help them create chaos?"
"You can consider it," Xu Linsen nodded: "After all, liberating the Lower Third District early can also help more people escape the sea of suffering."
"But the problem is that we are from Spades, and we are not really members of the art society," Jiang Mubei said, "I think this is their own business, and it would be better for them to do it themselves."
Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: "If he can really accomplish what we can't do, then what's the point of letting him be the joker of spades? I don't mind."
Jiang Mubei was stunned for a long time: "Boss, you..."
"Needless to say, we are going to create chaos tonight," Xu Linsen said. Under his calm expression, he still had some determination. The meaning of their existence is not for power, but for a certain ideal.
As long as things can be done, Xu Linsen's personal gains and losses are not important to him.
In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, most of the spades were wilderness people. Their vision and structure destined to make it difficult to complete this matter independently.
And now, he already knows how ambitious the person behind this art club is.
Jiang Mubei whispered: "Let him be the joker? We don't know where he is yet, how can we let him be the joker?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingchen suddenly raised his hand: "Boss, let's have another bowl of fat sausage noodles."
Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears and turned around and shouted: "You can add more noodles if you want more noodles, why are you so loud!?"