Hu Shuo was busy running around in the Bangzi Kingdom for his son's Hibino Kahiko face. For a moment, he had no time to pay attention to Jiangcheng's affairs. Besides, the jade used by the two ancestors for practicing martial arts has already been found, and there is no way to trace the whereabouts of those jade.
Urgent at the moment.
It was because of this accident that Xu Qing, who was practicing in seclusion, gained a precious buffer time. He spent day and night in the treasure room absorbing the spiritual energy in the jade, and his eyes were often numbed by the cold spiritual energy.
, at this time he would stop and apply a prepared hot water bottle to his eyes, and then continue to absorb it until he regained consciousness. This seemingly simple method increased the speed of absorbing spiritual energy by several levels.
Time always flies by the fastest. A week passed in the blink of an eye. The door of the closed treasure room began to chirp. Xu Qing, who was full of energy, walked out of it. He found that he was sitting at the conference table in the hall on the second floor.
There were many people there, including Qin Bing, Han Xue, and several senior executives of Tianhong Group. Everyone seemed to be discussing something. When they saw him coming, they all focused their attention.
Xu Qing smiled and walked forward and said hello: "You all continue, I'm going to take a walk outside, and I can send someone to collect the items inside."
During this period, in addition to absorbing the spiritual energy in jade day and night, he also took the time to carve some jade into objects in order to reconcile his mood. Now his jade carving skills have made a substantial leap, and now he can fully rank among the masters of jade carving.
His level is on par with his teacher Xue Hongyun, and his movements seem to have a different temperament.
Qin Bing nodded and smiled and said: "You have worked hard too. If I had known earlier that you could carve out objects faster than several jade carvers put together, we wouldn't have to cooperate with Meisheng Jewelry."
During Xu Qing's retreat, he regarded contemplating objects as a way to enjoy and reconcile his mood. The speed and quality of carvings were several times faster than usual. Nearly a hundred fine jade carvings have been sent out, and they have also been brought to Tianhong Group.
He made a huge profit. Ordinary people can't tell whether there is spiritual energy in jade. The objects he carved are also popular in the market.
Nodding and smiling at everyone again, Xu Qing left Tianhong Building alone, bought a pack of cigarettes from a tobacco store on the opposite street, took one in his mouth, lit one, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened it, and opened it in the treasure house
He never uses his mobile phone, and there is no signal, so he can simply turn it off to save power.
As soon as I turned on my phone, I received dozens of text messages, most of which were sent by Lu Yinxue and Tana, and two were sent by Hou Zhiqiang today.
Clicking on the messages sent by Hou Zhiqiang today, the title of each one is urgent. The main idea is that Wu Liang has been officially arrested. Now the Qing League has become a pot of civil strife. The bosses who were supported by Wu Liang in the past have begun to compete for the leadership of the alliance.
Basically, there are several armed fights every day, and the Jiangcheng City No. 1 Detention Center is overcrowded just by the Qingmeng officers who were arrested for jacking up the tanks.
There is another hint in the meaning of Hou Zhiqiang's message. Now has come the best time. If Xu Qing takes action, any problem can be solved, because the Youth League was founded in his name. Of course, there is another point. If Xu Qing doesn't have time to manage
Hou Zhiqiang, a group of Taoist figures, was happy to oblige.
The bone injury on Xu Qing's chest has been completely recovered, and he feels that the positive yang energy in his Dantian has become stronger and stronger. Even the volume of the inner alchemy has increased slightly, but he does not feel any loosening or breakthrough changes in his realm, which shows that he is hiding the treasure.
The spiritual energy absorbed by the room is not enough to help him break through, but it is still a piece of cake to deal with a group of gangsters.
Making a quick decision, Xu Qing called Hou Zhiqiang and asked him to prepare his manpower. He would just wait for the so-called bosses to gather together and join in the fun. By the way, he asked him to call Zhang Qian, a skinhead, to build momentum together.
It is true that a master of ancient martial arts can fight a hundred people, but if he is beaten by a hundred people, he will definitely be in trouble. This is why Xu Qing called a bunch of gangsters to fill up the number. Besides, he has no idea how many bosses there are in the Qingmeng League.
When trying to seize the throne, there is no need to use methods such as capturing the thief first to capture the king. Simply add a share to muddy the water, and then take action to shock these guys, which also saves some hands and feet.
Since the news came out that Wu Liang was arrested pending trial for three serious crimes related to drugs, gangs, and guns, the Qingmeng League headquarters, which originally had a somewhat cold and solemn appearance, has recently become a noisy vegetable market, with people gathering outside the gate every day.
There were no less than five hundred gangsters, and the bustle was divided into several groups. Everyone was smoking and cursing. The cigarette butts were scattered on the ground and no one was cleaning them. The short trees in the flower garden outside the door were damaged. They were so bored by these gangsters.
After pulling down the branches and leaves, there were no leaves, and it was a bit desolate.
Chaos arose without a leader. At this time, the Qingmeng League was in this embarrassing situation. Wu Liang could at least hold on to the scene. He helped these gangsters to rise to power, and they were somewhat afraid of him. But now he has been arrested.
After seeing these clowns, instead of trying to find ways to lure people, their first thought was to replace them.
There were no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys called him the king. They compared Wu Liang to a tiger and promoted him. He was considered a monkey king until he died. After a few happy jumps, he was caught by the hunter and imprisoned in an iron cage. The remaining monkeys and monkeys began to fight for each other.
The position of the Monkey King.
The lobby of the Youth League headquarters was filled with smoke. Eight men with ferocious faces were sitting in a circle. In fact, half of them had the heads and eyes of roe deer. They were not born with the best conditions, but they still had to glare and show their teeth to look fierce.
His posture and face were so tense.
These eight people are Wu Liang's most powerful men. They have very popular names. At this moment, they have become the eight smoking guns. They come here as if they want to decide who is the boss by smoking, one after another.
He smoked, and the goose down carpet under his feet was burnt with burnt holes by the cigarette butts scattered on the floor. No one paid attention to it and continued to smoke.
It was the team that Wu Liang single-handedly supported, but this guy was also afraid that the boss of the store would bully the owner, so he divided their spheres of influence and the number of horsemen to be as balanced as possible. Each one had its own side, but the strength of each other was surprisingly balanced. Everyone wanted to
Being the boss, but no one can do anything about anyone, so we are at a deadlock, and we can only toss the carpet and waste cigarettes.
Pfft! A middle-aged man with a pimpled face opened his mouth and spat out the cigarette butt on the ground. He coughed out a mouthful of yellow-brown phlegm and said in a deep voice: "You bitch, there's no way to go on like this. How can we brothers?"
I have to push someone out today. If you fight back and forth, your teeth will fall out and your teeth will grow longer, and in the end, your motherfucker will get the advantage."
A tall, fair-skinned man on the left took a sip from the cigarette in his hand, grinned and said: "Boss Guan, if I tell you to read more books, you have to feed the pigs. That's a loss of one thing, not a loss of fucking teeth."
I’m older now, but what I said is still reasonable.”