264: Turn your hands to become clouds, turn your hands to become rain
Boom!
The old woman paused her crutches and said: "As far as we know, the group of monks in the far west were frustrated in their surprise attack, and now they have reached a balance of power with the barbarians."
Another person added: "This war will never end in a short period of time. After those mercenaries pass, will they come back easily and frequently?"
"It is true that the sect leader is right. As long as the war is over, Feizhou's profits will rebound, but who knows when the war will end?"
These words are too direct and too fatal.
It directly tore off An Yunmiao's fig leaf and destroyed her last self-esteem.
The old woman sighed: "We said at the beginning that a flying boat is enough. It can be used for personal use even if it is not profitable, and the clan's savings can be saved a lot."
"But the sect leader insists on going his own way, even if he empties the sect's savings, he also wants to form a joint venture with the Litian Sword Sect to purchase a second flying boat to occupy the route."
The old man with the goatee smiled bitterly: "This is good..."
Buzz, buzz~~!
An Yunmiao could no longer hear their words clearly, and there was only a noisy hum echoing in his ears.
At this moment, she felt that this scene was strangely familiar.
Just like the scene not long ago when they joined forces to force Zuo Chongming to hand over the route.
Is this retribution?
She opened her mouth and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of decadence.
Seeing that her face was gray and her breath was disordered, the elders frowned and subconsciously exchanged glances.
"metropolitan."
When the old woman on crutches saw this, she raised her voice and said: "The elders of the sect have made a decision and believe that you are no longer able to assume the position of the leader of Huanyue Sect."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, blasting An Yunmiao back to reality.
She looked at her master in disbelief, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "What did you say?"
The old man with the goatee couldn't bear to look away and said softly: "Sect Master, your previous actions have caused the sect to face a life and death crisis."
The implication is that for such a big thing, someone must stand up and take on all of it.
The person in charge of this matter is An Yunmiao, and she is the leader of the clan, so it is certain that she will take the blame.
The old woman sighed sadly: "Yun Miao, everything you have done for the sect over the years has been seen by everyone, and I am proud of you as a teacher."
"But this time, you made a big mistake. If this matter is not handled properly, the Huanyue Sect may..."
An Yunmiao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You can let me abdicate."
"Then..."
When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
An Yunmiao sneered: "But I want to know who will take over as the sect leader after my sect abdicates, and how they plan to deal with this matter?"
"I come."
The old man with a goatee stood up and said: "The battle on the front line is tense. Zuo Chongming needs a lot of reinforcements, and it will take time to build the flying boat."
"As long as we are willing to bow our heads and lower the price, Zuo Zhongming will definitely buy the flying boat back. With this money, we can naturally..."
As soon as these words came out.
An Yun smiled miserably: "If we bow our heads, will he forgive us?"
Who doesn’t know Zuo Chongming’s strength?
Not to mention that not long ago, she severely humiliated this person in front of everyone...
"Cough~!"
The old woman coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Yunmiao, whether you can do it or not depends on you."
The old man with the goatee stared at her and said meaningfully: "This is the only way to get over the predicament so far."
"you……"
An Yunmiao's face turned pale as she understood the meaning of these words.
…
A dispute broke out between the Litian Sword Sect and the local forces were not at peace either.
Because there is not just one branch established, but branches are established in every county.
The establishment of a branch of the Mercenary Guild will not only affect a few routes, but all airship routes.
After all, flying boats are expensive, and 70% of the guests who can often ride on them are players wandering around.
The last time Zuo Chongming was forced to give in, not only An Yunmiao, Qi Siyu and other sects benefited, but many aristocratic clans also had a hand in it.
In terms of size and foundation, the aristocratic family can definitely not compare to the sect.
The cost of building a flying boat is extremely high. Even a sect needs a joint venture, let alone aristocratic families.
It often takes seven, eight, or even more than a dozen aristocratic families to work together to purchase a flying boat.
If the route remains as usual and everyone has money to share, there will naturally be no trouble.
But now something went wrong and conflicts broke out.
More than a dozen aristocratic families were arguing on the same stage, and the scene was comparable to a thousand ducks...
Compared to aristocratic clans, the situation of local sects is slightly better.
Of course, it's just a small loss and it won't affect the overall situation.
Under the current situation, local forces have only two options.
Or just flip the table over and confront Zuo Chongming head-on.
Either sell the property under your name, raise funds, shrink your power, cut back on food and clothing, and tide over the difficulties.
To be fair, they would never dream of choosing the former.
They wished they could stab Zuo Chongming to death and then chop him into pieces.
But the reality is cruel.
Zuo Chongming's identity, status, and the imperial court standing behind him... all they could do was think about it in their hearts and never take action.
So, to sum up, there is only one choice left for them.
Some people may be confused.
Since they only have one choice, why are they so quarrelsome?
It's very simple. From a macro and overall perspective, there is only one choice.
But when you get down to the details, personal interests are involved.
Let’s take the simplest example.
There is a mineral vein under the name of a certain aristocratic family. The development of the mineral vein belongs to the first-fang management, and the sale of minerals belongs to the second-fang management.
At this time, Sanfang proposed to sell the mineral veins to raise funds.
When it comes to the interests of the big house and the second house, do you think they will agree?
Not only would they not agree, but in the name of righteousness, they would stand on the moral high ground and ask Sanfang to make sacrifices for their own interests.
Within a force, there must be multiple small groups, and the people in the small groups have personal interests involved.
Then, the problem comes.
How many people are willing to take the initiative to make sacrifices and give up their own interests?
You know, reality is much crueler than fiction.
If everyone really had this noble character of selflessness and dedication, it would be impossible to be labeled with the word ‘noble’.
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border, frontline.
Zuo Chongming stood in front of the city gate tower, silently watching the bustling players below.
After a while, the sound of deliberately aggravated footsteps sounded. He seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look, and saw Li Jianhui approaching.
"Is something wrong?"
"Um."
Li Jianhui responded, lowering his voice and reporting: "Sure enough, as Mr. Hou expected, branches were established in various places, causing the passenger flow of Feizhou to drop sharply."
Having said this, he couldn't help but smack his lips and quietly concealed the awe in his eyes.
Damn it, every time he thought of Zuo Chongming's move, he would feel heart palpitations from the bottom of his heart.
This hand not only cut off the lifeblood, but also directly cut off the lifeblood of aristocratic families, major sects.
Even if he thinks with his toes, he knows the next reaction of these forces.
Foreign sects such as the Litian Sword Sect will be the first to bow their heads.
After quarreling and compromising, the local aristocratic family will soon surrender.
The local sects can resist for a while with their property, but as long as they cannot resist the end of the war, it will be a matter of time before they give in.
Turning your hands over becomes clouds, turning over your hands becomes rain.
This was the first thought that came to Li Jianhui's mind after witnessing the development of the situation.
If he hadn't known something inside, he wouldn't have believed it even to death. The fact that the situation in Xiyun Mansion has developed to this point was actually the result of Zuo Chongming's deliberate guidance and promotion.
The sect was able to make a lot of money using flying boats, and it was Zuo Chongming who allowed them to make money.
Litian Sword Sect and Huanyue Sect could win, but it was Zuo Chongming who allowed them to win.
The monks from the far west attacked the wilderness of the southern border, and it was Zuo Chongming who asked them to attack.
These seemingly powerful and deep-rooted forces are like chess pieces, driven and used by him without realizing it.
"What's wrong? Keep talking."
Zuo Chongming's voice suddenly reached his ears, waking him up from his daze.
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
Li Jianhui trembled and continued to report: "It is reported that various forces are already integrating their industries, and there will be movement soon."
"But my subordinates feel that they will not sell the things to us. After all, they ended up like this because the Marquis planned it all."
Zuo Chongming nodded, thought silently for a few moments, and suddenly called out softly: "Lao Jiang."
Jiang Fenglong stepped forward at the right time: "The Marquis ordered."
Zuo Chongming said meaningfully: "Tell the forces in the area around Xiyun Mansion that Xiyun Mansion's own affairs must not be extended."
"yes."
Jiang Fenglong's pupils shrank, obviously he understood something.
Zuo Chongming added: "In the name of the Feizhou Construction Factory, we will inform the sects in other areas that if the forces of the Xiyun Mansion want to sell the Feizhou, the warranty will no longer be valid."
"As commanded."
Jiang Fenglong took a deep breath to suppress his emotional fluctuations.
"besides."
Zuo Chongming added: "Tell those who help mine mineral veins and manage industries not to work too hard, but to relax and balance work with rest."
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
Jiang Fenglong left here in a hurry.
Until then, Li Jianhui said with a sigh: "Three-pronged approach, Lord Marquis is brilliant."
The first order made the forces who wanted to sell the property and withdraw funds unable to find a buyer other than Zuo Chongming.
The second order is to let the forces like the Litian Sword Sect that purchased the flying boat resell the flying boat and find no successor.
The third order slowed down the mining progress, further deepening the dilemma of various forces, and the time to survive was once again compressed.
As a result, they could only speed up the sale of the property to Zuo Chongming, and in the absence of other buyers, they could only be arbitrarily reduced in price.
After this battle, not to mention how many forces can survive the difficulty, even if they can survive, at most they will only survive.
Don't forget, Zuo Chongming ordered them not to open a market as early as the beginning.
In other words, even if they have something unique and want to make a profit by selling it, they still need Zuo Chongming's permission.
Their strength shrank significantly, their business was strangled, and their upper limit was completely blocked by Zuo Chongming.
Trying to restore it to its former glory is probably just a daydream.
"hehe."
Zuo Chongming stood with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance: "Fighting with others is endless fun."