Lu Ming

Chapter 44 The Beggar Gang
A row of solar panels is leaning against the root of the courtyard wall, and together with components including batteries, they are responsible for providing power. All kinds of gadgets in the hands of the passers-by, including computers, lights, as well as antennas and car radios, can now operate normally.

The prefab house built by several refrigerated trucks serves as a temporary warehouse.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the people inside were sitting around a table of the Eight Immortals, listening intently to someone's speech.

Monk Feng Junfeng, with a bald head and a monk's robe, was talking eloquently at this time, and a somewhat feminine baritone reverberated in the room: "In this environment, it is simply not realistic to openly collect refugees. Even Master Jinshen, I just have nothing to do with a few bowls of porridge, not to mention that we people have no social status in Daming at all. Get some refugees back on the front foot, and even the janitor knows that there is a group of rebels in Tangzhuang. The trick is familiar!"

"Dangdang", Xia Xianze tapped on the table with his fingers and interrupted impatiently: "Tell me about the solution! Who doesn't know about these, your Human Resources Department has been investigating for a month, what is the solution?"

"There are already two plans, one short-term and one long-term."

Feng Jun tapped a few times on the keyboard of the laptop, and then began to explain: "The first is a short-term plan, going down the three paths. This process is short and the effect is quick, but if you want to kill some people, you may need to set a few fires depending on the situation."

"Huh?" After hearing what he said, many people became interested: "Tell me, what is the way of the next three ways?"

Feng Jun smiled lightly, and two words popped out of his mouth: "Beggars Gang".

Then he began to explain in detail: "The beggar gang's business scope in the Ming Dynasty was very wide: urban garbage removal, cremation of corpses, horse drying on the street, wholesale of criminals and criminals. A comprehensive criminal group, and our next plan is to fall on the beggar gang."

When Feng Jun said this, the audience already understood: "You mean to control the beggar gang to collect refugees?"

"That's right!" Feng Jun nodded: "First of all, the beggar gang itself is a huge unemployed alliance—there are no less than 3000 genuine beggars in Hangzhou City. Except for a few managements at the top of the pyramid, the rest of the gang The beggar gang is composed of the urban and rural unemployed, landless farmers, and seasonal refugees, which is equivalent to a reservoir to store floodwater for the government, and the beggar gang originally had the function of absorbing refugees."

"Secondly," Feng Jun continued, "a refugee started from entering Hangzhou, starved to death on the side of the road, and was finally carried to cremation. This series of procedures is inseparable from the beggar gang. And this set of open and honest procedures , which is what we need most right now.”

Speaking of this, Feng Jun smiled: "There are so many refugees, beggars, and roads, and there are so few in the middle, who knows? What can I do if I know?"

Seeing the contemplative look of everyone present, Feng Jun continued: "We have demonstrated this short-term plan. If you are careful, you can at least ensure the transfer of underground refugees within a year. We have also done a solid preliminary investigation, including preliminary testing. The cooperation attitude of Huizhou merchant Liu Yaozu, of course, the result is not very good, but it is not important, once this plan is passed, the company's resources are mobilized, there will always be a way for Liu Yaozu."

Feng Jun paused, then glanced at everyone with a smile: "So, is it time for us to discuss how to fight Hong Qigong?"

"Let's not discuss it now!" Xia Xianze stretched out his index finger and shook it: "Everyone has heard the short-term plan, and we will discuss it later. You can talk about the long-term plan first."

"The long-term plan is very complicated, and there are many steps." Feng Jun scratched his bald head in embarrassment: "My plan here is only [-] words, so let's read it for yourself first, and let's talk after reading it."

After speaking, Feng Jun took out a USB flash drive and threw it on the table.

Seeing that everyone was taking turns using the U disk to download files, Feng Jun thought about it and added: "Let me briefly summarize: this is an extremely complicated plan, and it also requires luck to complete. The advantage is that It takes up a lot of 'imported materials'. The ultimate goal is very simple, to create a genuine Jinshen who can recite poetry and paint, played by a traveler!"

"I don't need to say more about how much convenience a real Jinshen can bring to our business? What is it to be a refugee?" Feng Jun said this, proudly: "We have already thought about the name of this plan, just Called 'Operation Li Kui!'".

Everyone ".".

Two days later, in the afternoon, Liu Fufang, Liu Zhai, Liu Yaozu, and Master Liu were cooling off the heat in their pavilion.

Liufufang is located in Qingbo Gate, separated from the West Lake by a wall, adjacent to the "Three Yaqian" where the government offices of Fu County gather in the north, and Yuhuang Mountain in the south. .The Liu family mansion, which is full of strong Hui style, is located in the northwest corner of Liufufang.

Liu Yaozu is forty-three this year, middle-aged and fat, with a slightly fat body, three long beards on his face, flat eyebrows and straight eyes, very graceful.

In the scorching summer, Mr. Liu, who was wearing a plain lake silk robe and half lying on the bench, was staring at the few koi in the flower pond in a daze.At this moment, there was no expression on the usually friendly face. The blue and white tea cup in her hand was held for a long time without taking a sip. The maid who was fanning behind her knew that the master was in a bad mood. .

Liu Yaozu's mood at the moment can only be described as bad - the eldest young master's illness can no longer be dragged on.

The Liu family started business from their ancestors, and it has been four generations of Liu Yaozu's generation.The fathers and grandparents spent money to engage in the Ming Dynasty version of "angel investment", and Liu Yaozu finally won several awards.Nowadays, the Liu family has a clerk in the household department, and the inspectorate has a censor. The Liu family seems to have little reputation, but the market is extremely stable.In this Hangzhou city, except for those high-level officials who have been wearing hairpins for many generations, it is already a good situation to be firmly in the second tier.

However, there were unforeseen circumstances. Two months ago, Liu Siwei, the eldest son of the Liu family, suddenly fell ill. At first, he only had an occasional cold. After a week, he began to have diarrhea. He had a high fever every few days. Dampness, deficiency of righteousness, one word: typhoid fever, one word: my generation try my best, try my best
The Liu family has been fried from this moment.

Liu Yaozu has two sons under his knees. His first son, Liu Siwei, was admitted as a scholar at a young age, and he may be able to win a career in the future. He is the perfect second-generation candidate.

Regarding the concubine Liu Sixian, Master Liu has given up treatment - this son is a perfect second-generation rich man who has made an indelible contribution to the entertainment industry in Hangzhou at a young age.

Liu Da Gongzi's condition was good and bad, with repeated attacks. It took two months to drag down and it became more serious. In the past few days, he has been dizzy and awake less, and it is difficult to enter the water and rice.Just this morning, the old Xinglin who was on duty had already begun to hint to Mr. Liu: Unforeseen circumstances may arise.
(End of this chapter)