Nomenclature of Night

Chapter 562: Art!

   Chapter 562 Art!

After speaking, he said to the members of the parent-teacher association: "So, don't let the Black Water Club in this building go, Xiao Qi, you take someone to shovel the headquarters of Heishui, there are more than 30 people left there. ."

  The young man named Xiaoqi smiled: "Okay, you can wait."

   This little seven is also a time traveler. Ever since he started with Luo Wanya, he has been working very hard. In just two or three months, the watch world has been replaced by the Porsche 911 Targa.

   At this moment, Zhang Mengqian watched the burly fat man outside the door giving orders, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

   Club Rush?

Is    so coincidental?

The little boy looked at Luo Wanya's gloomy expression and thought to himself that it had nothing to do with him. The manager of this pigeon cage didn't know how many changes had been made, but it wouldn't make much difference after each change. The protection fee is sometimes more and sometimes less.

   At this moment, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Mengqian, the fierce expression scared the little boy back again and again.

The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw that the fat man walked into the house silently after everyone else had left, and said to Qingchen with a low smile, "I was worried about whether you would be injured after getting out of trouble, but now it doesn't seem to be. Look at me. How was your performance?"

   Obviously, Luo Wanya has been fully trusted, he knows the identity of Qingchen at this time, and even knows the existence of the little boy. . .

   Zhang Mengqian stared blankly at this scene.

   He looked at Luo Wanya and then at the weak Qingchen.

   "It's very timely," Qingchen said with a smile: "Go ahead and do your job. Besides, from today onwards, I will replace the Heishui Club to manage this pigeon cage, and I will collect this month's protection fee first."

   "Huh?" Luo Wanya was stunned for a moment. Didn't the boss say before that he should talk about discipline and principles? Why is it that everyone is now acting as a club?

   This is not the same as what the boss said before.

   This pigeon cage is filled with the poorest people in the entire federation.

"As you know, there are city administrators on the Blackwater Society. Half of the protection money they receive is to be contributed. If the money goes out, you won't be able to stand firm in City 22," Qing said. Chen said: "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all of this, so we can only adapt to it first. This change can't be too slow, because we are only fighting for the day, but it can't be too fast. If you want to redefine it, then You have to learn to be patient first.”

  Luo Wanya agreed: "Understood."

Qingchen said: "In addition, the same is true for the poor here. Other associations charge protection fees. If you don't, it will look like you are very unsocial. If you treat the residents here very well from the beginning, one day you will be a little less gregarious. If you do something wrong, they will jump out and accuse you, but if you change from bad to good, they will remember it in their hearts. The world is so ironic, it is too kind to the bad people, and it is too evil to the good people. Doing good things doesn’t require you to think about it. I will dedicate all my enthusiasm and blood, and I will be hurt."

  Luo Wanya thought for a while and asked, "Then what are we doing with the protection fee? Didn't you say before that there is a new way to incorporate slums?"

  Qingchen smiled and said: "You do as I say, and then you will know after a while..."

   He explained in a low voice, Zhang Mengqian just looked at it ignorantly.

  Luo Wanya left while there was no one in the corridor. From today onwards, he still has a lot of things to do.

   After he left, Qingchen looked back at Zhang Mengqian and said with a smile, "Can you mix with me now?"

  Zhang Mengqian just thought it was a bit absurd. The Blackwater Society, which he was so afraid of just now, had all become dead in a blink of an eye.

  These people have done all their evil deeds, and they have trapped so many people in the slums. Naturally, it is not a pity to die.

   But the key point is that the person who evaluates himself as "weak" is actually the leader of this matter.

   Zhang Mengqian hesitated: "Who are you?"

   Qingchen walked to the window, opened the window and let the cold wind blow in in the winter, so that the air in the room was no longer so turbid.

  The wind shook Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him sober and bright like never before.

  Qingchen stood by the window and thought for a while, "You can call me boss like everyone else.

  …

  …

The process of   the art club collecting protection fees in the pigeon cage building went smoothly.

   The people here are accustomed to the model of charging protection fees, they don't care who is charging, as long as no one comes to cut themselves every day after paying.

   The Blackwater Society is not a big society, and the building they control is also this one.

  Everything starts here.

   One of the surprises is that the protection fee is a sum of money, and some deposits were found in the headquarters of the Blackwater Society.

  In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first carried a sack of money and went to the PCE Public Security Management Committee to give a confession. Those officials were curious about how the Blackwater Club was destroyed, but seeing how sensible Zhang Qinghuan was, he didn't care.

   At this moment, these detectives have not yet realized what will happen in the ninth district and how far-reaching the impact will be in the future.

  If there is no major event, they may not be able to go to the lower three districts several times a year.

   If you have that time, why don't you go to the fourth district to find a girl.

  In the evening, in the slum of the ninth district, everyone saw an elevator maintenance vehicle enter.

   Strange, this ninth district does have elevators in every building, but all the elevators are broken, and no one will repair them.

   Moreover, the maintenance personnel themselves were also worried about the security of the ninth district, so they did not dare to come.

   Therefore, elevator maintenance vehicles have always been a rare visitor here.

  The car was escorted by the art club to the front of the pigeon cage building. Many people on the street were watching, watching the maintenance personnel go in to repair it.

  The art club also specially sent people to help watch their maintenance car. Otherwise, when the elevator comes out after repairing, all four wheels may be missing, and the engine may not be there.

   The scene outside the pigeon cage shocked many people, and everyone didn't know what happened.

   After more than two hours, it was night.

  The maintenance staff came out of the building and said to Xiao Qi: "This elevator is actually nothing serious, but no one has come to repair it since it broke down. The hardware is all good."

   The elevator maintenance personnel were sent away. In the dark, another vehicle of "Blue Shield Monitoring" came over and began to install monitoring in the pigeon cage building.

  Elevators, safety passages, and the end of the corridors on each floor are all equipped with surveillance cameras.

   Not only that, but they also have to install surveillance cameras on the roof to monitor the situation of high-altitude parabolas on the outer walls.

   The people of District 9 laughed. Someone tried to install surveillance here? Isn't this so funny?

   Even the monitoring of the PCE Security Management Committee don't even think about staying here for a night!

   Just by installing these monitors, I was busy from 8:00 pm to 1:00 am.

  Unsurprisingly, after two o'clock that night, several young people jumped in the elevator, creaked the elevator, and pointed the **** at the surveillance camera.

  These young people live on the fifth floor, they don't care if the people upstairs have elevators, they don't need them anyway.

  Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian beside him, "What are they doing?"

   Zhang Mengqian said: "These people are gamblers. They go out to steal things on weekdays. They were caught in the sixth district before, but they broke the owner's hand tendon. Recently, they hid in the ninth district and dared not go out. There are no firearms."

   Luo Wanya nodded: "Xiao Qi, you go, 10 days."

   As a result, after five minutes, Xiao Qi came to their door alone.

   There were seven people crowded in the ten-square-meter house, and Xiao Qi was beaten by himself and screamed loudly, and the whole building could hear the screams.

  In the safe passage, the voice-activated lights just repaired went off and on, on and off, and never stopped.

  The old is miserable.

   At four o'clock that night, several young people came to the corridor unscrupulously and smashed the monitor with a stick.

  Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian, "What are these people doing?"

  The little boy said: "These are all for dismantling other people's mechanical limbs, and there are no firearms."

   Facts have proved that at least half of the people in the slums are honest. They really have no choice but to live here, and even here they are bullied.

   There are also some people who are criminals who commit crimes, and they can't go anywhere else. That is, this small group of people has the most violent tendency and the highest desire to destroy.

  Xiaoqi was still beating someone here, and there was another call from there. Luo Wanya said on the phone, "Room 7809, 10 days."

   He smiled and said to the young people in front of him: "You have to thank the kind-hearted residents on the 78th floor, otherwise you will have to suffer for a while. By the way, remember to lose money for the destruction of public facilities. I will collect it tomorrow."

  Xiaoqi also has weights in his strikes. He specializes in the rough skin and thick flesh. The punches are not fatal, but the punches are painful.

   When Luo Wanya said 10 days, he meant that these people would not be able to sleep for 10 days.

Luo Wanya has no intention of being used to these people at all. In the entire pigeon cage building, four C-level masters, including him, and twenty-eight D-level quasi-defense soldiers are ready to respond to various anti-violence operations at any time. .

   He knew that the people in the ninth district would not accept what they were doing for a while.

   When he asked Qingchen how to do these things, Qingchen only answered one sentence: let them accept it in a way that these people can accept.

  Qingchen did not evade the evil that would arise in this process, nor did he hide behind Luo Wanya and let Luo Wanya make this decision alone, while he hid behind his back as a white lotus.

   In his view, this is what he has to do, and the decision is naturally up to him.

   He doesn't mind getting blood on his hands.

   In the early morning, Zhang Qinghuan was swaying to sleep in the temporary monitoring room. He only felt that Luo Wanya and the group were working like they were completely tireless, which was too convoluted.

  Xiao Qi came back excitedly: "Lao Luo, what shall we do next?"

  Luo Wanya thought about it and said, "During the day, you will **** a group of people over to repair the sewers and replace the aging circuits. The day after tomorrow, you will start taking those violent elements to clean the whole building and keep it clean."

   Xiaoqi was stunned for a long time: "...Isn't this a property?"

  Luo Wanya smiled: "Have you ever seen a property with such a high fee?"

   A pigeon cage of 10 square meters is charged 2,000 yuan per month per room, and even if half of it has to be handed in, it is 1,000 yuan.

  Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya and the others said they could earn 70%-80%.

  The previous clubs were unwilling to pay even 20% of the cost, and they were also unwilling to do such "shameful" business.

   And now, Luo Wanya has only reduced some profits.

Qingchen gave Luo Wanya an account before. The lower three districts are home to 50% of the city's population. Each district has nearly a thousand residential buildings such as pigeon cages. There are about 900 households.

   This is an unimaginably huge property fee, and those associations have already helped the parent-teacher association to do a good job in the market.

   At this time, a person was secretly coming to the door of a certain house in the surveillance, and seemed to be secretly unlocking the door.

   This time, Luo Wanya didn't need to say anything, Xiao Qi hummed a little tune and went straight away.

  …

  …

  At noon, the residents near the pigeon cage building in the ninth district, the first time they get up is to observe this side.

   To their surprise, the surveillance cameras are still there, and the surveillance cameras outside the building are all intact.

New recruits from the art club are cleaning up a group of residents with bruised noses and swollen faces, while Xiaoqi leads people to place trash cans downstairs, and "kindly" teaches pigeon cage residents how to distinguish between dry garbage, wet garbage, and harmful garbage. Garbage, recyclable garbage, if you can't learn it, just stay with the garbage...

   This is so weird, they look at those little hooligans who are joking every day, and suddenly they become good babies.

   At this time, a young man opened the window on the 61st floor and was about to throw a black plastic bag in his hand.

  Xiaoqi looked up coldly.

   The young man looked downstairs with interest, as if to see who he should aim at throwing.

   But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange click from above his head.

  The young man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look up at the sky.

   The next moment, I saw a figure slid down the rope rapidly, just like the special forces of the Federal Army, falling from the clouds on the 88th floor and came to him!

With a bang, the falling figure kicked the young man on the chest with both feet, kicked him back from the window, and then got into the window himself and began to beat him violently.

   The young people in the room are all stupid, he just throws a garbage, as for not?

  I will ask you what?

   Need this sturdy way to solve the high-altitude parabolic problem? !

   At this moment, those who were watching this scene exclaimed in their hearts at the same time, and their nervous toes almost made a hole in their slippers.

   This is too brutal! ? Is this still a society?

   The owner of the art club, Zhang Qinghuan, stood downstairs and stared blankly, and finally murmured, "Art!"

  In the beginning, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and others were going to do, but he felt that it was a little frustrating to work hard to repair elevators and install surveillance in the slum.

   But now, he realized what kind of changes will happen here.

   A group of more rogue people have come to manage and incorporate rogues...

   Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn't this the art he longed for.

   Who in the entire Federation did this? No one has ever done this before!

   This is a pioneering feat!

   (end of this chapter)

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