An old man with half-white hair, squinting his eyes and hunched slightly, walked to the gate of Baishui Hall and asked.
"I didn't see it." The two big men guarding the gate of Baishuitang shook their heads, and their expressions did not look like they were being fake.
The old man didn't believe it either, and walked straight into Baishuitang without being blocked at all.
He squinted his eyes and glanced around at the gang members who were training, and then walked to a large shed in the corner without stopping.
There was a man wearing a red tiger-head coat, lying on a chair with his feet on the wooden table, comfortably closing his eyes to meditate.
The old man walked closer and said in an iron-clad tone: "Deputy Gang Leader Liu, you haven't finished reading this month's accounts yet!"
Liu Mang said lazily: "Wang's accountant and other accountants will check it. Just tell me the result."
Accountant Wang thought to himself: "The accounts of each hall, the accounts of No. 1 and No. 2 Pier, the accounts of ten miles and eight villages, the accounts of escorts... With so many accounts, we are not qualified to make decisions. We all need you, deputy gang leader, to check them."
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Accountant Wang talked for a long time, but Liu Mang remained unmoved and still lay on the chair with his eyes closed.
In the first few days when he became deputy gang leader, he was still very motivated, but reality gave him a hard blow.
Not to mention the whole room full of accounts in the main helm, just looking at them for a while made him dizzy. If he wanted to read them all, the attribute column might not be able to save his brain.
Various arrangements for darts, especially the heavy darts whose heads were robbed by everyone.
Should it be arranged for old people like Niu Cong and Hall Master Yuan, or should it be arranged for newcomers like Ban Yang and Cai Binwen?
Niu Cong is his old boss, and Ban Yang and the others are his subordinates. It is difficult to arrange things for anyone.
As well as negotiations with the inner city forces, especially since the dock started charging fees, inner city forces have caused trouble from time to time.
He would go to the dock N times a day to deal with these messy things, and sometimes he would take Jin Hu there if he met a master.
There were other things like recruiting new people, signing contracts, paying monthly payments, etc. Liu Mang only worked for a week before he felt he couldn't stand it anymore.
Fortunately, he mainly relies on killing chickens to accumulate energy and does not need to practice martial arts, otherwise his martial arts would have been delayed long ago.
Even so, Liu Mang started his bad show.
Unless all major matters were resolved, he decided not to bother him. He decided to just check the year-end general ledger, and maybe he wouldn't have to worry about it when Han Long came back.
"The Sword Comes"
He is only really needed to negotiate with the forces in the inner city, and the others are not strong enough to overwhelm the situation.
After all, the time for the Golden Tiger Gang to fully liberalize martial arts training was still too short, and many people had not had time to grow up.
Seeing that Liu Mang was not getting enough food and could not get up even with his eyes closed, Wang Accountant had no choice but to shake his head and leave with a sigh.
After Accountant Wang left, Liu Mang suddenly became energetic. He came to the kitchen and said, "Are you ready for what I want?"
"Okay Master Liu!" Several cooks were carrying six lambs that had been skinned and plucked cleanly.
Liu Mang directly grabbed their legs and carried them with three hands in each hand, and walked towards the door easily.
He came to a courtyard at the innermost side of the main helm. A huge, thick white cotton blanket was spread in the center of the courtyard.
A two-foot-long winged tiger was lying lazily on it, taking a nap and basking in the sun.
The sunlight shines on the tiger's soft hair, shining with golden light and dazzling the eyes of those who are watching.
Next to the tiger, there was actually a large yellow long-haired dog crouching, somewhat similar to the Caucasian dog from a previous life.
At this time, he was looking at Liu Mang with innocent and pitiful eyes.
When Liu Mang saw it, he couldn't help but smile. Isn't this the 'golden tiger' raised by Gang Leader Han?
The real golden tiger and the fake golden tiger sit together, which looks quite funny.
The fake Jin Hu looked at Liu Mang pitifully and helplessly.
Only then did Liu Mang discover that there was a long gray-black nail on its tail, making it unable to move. It was actually a nail sticking out of one of the golden tiger's paws.
Liu Mang ignored the big dog's look for help and walked to the other end of the yard to the grill that had been set up and used several times.
As soon as he got there, Jin Hu's originally squinted eyes opened a crack, revealing a faint green light.
Then Liu Mang prepared charcoal under the grill and skewered the two lambs on the grill. There were vegetable oil, spice powder, brushes, etc. that had been prepared earlier around the grill.
I lit the charcoal, flipped the grill constantly, and sometimes brushed vegetable oil on the lamb. After a while, an extremely alluring aroma came out of it.
Jin Hu, who was lying down and half-lidded, now stood up completely.
His eyes were piercingly staring in Liu Mang's direction. His two green bell-like eyes were like two living agates, and his mouth occasionally opened to reveal a scarlet tongue inside.
Influenced by Liu Mang, Jin Hu released his nails holding the big yellow dog. The big yellow dog seemed to be pardoned and fled away with a 'whimper'.
Liu Mang picked up the brush and rubbed oil on the lamb, and waved to Jin Hu: "Brother Tiger, you're welcome, come and eat."
Jin Hu wrinkled his nose and hesitated for a moment. In the end, his appetite defeated his reason. He couldn't help but took an elegant step and walked quietly towards Liu Mang. Then he stared down at the roasted man who was covered in oil.
golden roasted whole lamb.
Liu Mang took the roasted lamb off the grill and handed it to Jin Hu: "Brother Tiger, this one has no seasoning. Can you see if it still tastes good?"
Jin Hu opened his mouth, grabbed the whole roasted lamb, put it in his mouth and chewed it for ten minutes, then continued to look at Liu Mang expressionlessly.
Liu Mang handed the second sheep to it, then roasted the third and fourth sheep...
After Jin Hu finished eating the sixth roasted lamb, he looked at Liu Mang with unfulfilled interest.
Liu Mang smiled and said: "This kind of lamb is a young sheep exported from the inner city. The number is rare. There are only so many today."
Just kidding, what if Jin Hu gets tired of roasting too much at once? Liu Mang still hopes to use this to tempt Jin Hu to do work for him.
As for why he didn't let the kitchen cook it in advance, it was also to let Jin Hu see his efforts and increase the other's favor.
I don’t know if it was because he had eaten roasted whole lamb. During dinner, several gang members brought a tied and alive old sow over, but Jin Hu didn’t bother to pay attention to it for a while.
Sometimes I like to eat blood food just because I have never eaten cooked food.
In the evening, Liu Mang returned to Liujia Village for the rare occasion.
When people in the village saw Liu Mang, who was wearing a red tiger-head top, they all came forward to chat with him warmly and flatteringly.
"Gang Leader Liu!"
"Hello Aunt Wang, have you eaten?"
"Gang Leader Liu hasn't been back for a long time."
"I can't help it. There are too many affairs in the gang."
"It's been a long time since I last saw your mother?"
"She will come back to see you later."
Liu Mang kept chatting with the villagers.
When he held the flag in the past, some people dared to joke with him and call him his nickname Iron Bull.
Ever since he became the deputy gang leader, everyone seemed to have a lot of scruples about him, and no one dared to treat him casually anymore.
Liu Mang was a little elated at first, but as time went by, he just felt a little lonely and without much joy.
God is fair, when you gain something, you are destined to lose something.