Nomenclature of Night

   Chapter 573 The art of drawing wages from the bottom of the pot

   Night.

"Boss, let me kill that Zhang Qinghuan," Jiang Mubei sighed, "I feel that as long as we kill him, we will be able to get close to the core power level of this art society in minutes, and this brat may be our biggest. hinder."

"Don't be angry," Xu Linsen was looking at the news on his mobile phone: "Although Zhang Qinghuan is a little stupid, he is not bad at heart. Spades have the principle of spades, and we must unite those who are willing to change the world together. Just do it."

   "To unite with that Zhang Qinghuan?" Jiang Mubei couldn't believe it: "How do I feel, if we unite with him, we will be farther from success."

   "Seek common ground while reserving differences," Xu Linsen said.

   At this moment, footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the two of them stopped talking while looking at the apartment door.

  The visitor passed Jiang Mubei's room and opened the door next door.

   Xu Linsen knew that this was Chen Sui coming back from get off work. . .

   He asked thoughtfully: "By the way, what do you think of this Chen Sui, I seem to hear this name a little familiar, but I don't remember where I heard it."

   "I don't have an impression either," Jiang Mubei shook his head and said, "I have observed him, and his steps are vain, he should be an ordinary person. Boss, do you doubt him?"

"It's not a suspicion, but I feel that it appeared a bit suddenly, living next door to us, and joined the club with us," Xu Linsen said: "Of course, it was someone who moved in first, so there's nothing to say about this, I just casually said Just ask."

   "By the way, this Chen Sui doesn't know where he went or why he went at night," Jiang Mubei said.

   "I heard that I work at a night club in District 4. Don't worry about it, it won't have anything to do with us anyway," Xu Linsen said.

   "Yes, it doesn't matter to us what he does at night," Jiang Mubei nodded.

  Xu Linsen said: "I don't know if you have noticed one thing. He doesn't come back until 4 in the morning and wakes up at 9 in the morning. He only slept for five hours, but he was in good spirits."

   "I'll keep an eye on him tomorrow."

   "Well, take a look," Xu Linsen closed the phone: "Go to sleep, Zhang Qinghuan said that there is still a very important task tomorrow."

  The next morning, the two went downstairs after being summoned by Zhang Qinghuan. They saw Zhang Qinghuan carrying a bag, while Chen Sui and Zhang Mengqian were looking around beside him, not knowing what they were looking for.

   After the two went downstairs, Zhang Qinghuan opened the bag and handed everyone an iron rod.

  Jiang Mubei wondered: "Which club are you going to destroy? If so, are there enough of us?"

   "It's not about killing anyone," Zhang Qinghuan shook his head: "There are more important things to do."

  Hey, Xu Linsen feels strange now, he doesn't hit anyone with a stick, what is this for?

   I saw Zhang Qinghuan leading them back to the pigeon cage, while Zhang Mengqian said, "Go to 703 households first."

   Zhang Qinghuan sneered and said, "As for his daughter, he has to agree today, and he has to agree if he doesn't agree."

   Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other.

  Jiang Mubei whispered: "Isn't this guy going to occupy someone else's daughter? If so, shall we be his accomplices?"

Xu Linsen shook his head: "Let's see first, if the two of you are in love with each other, but the old man doesn't agree, at best we don't help, but we can't interfere. If he wants to hit someone, you can pull it. ."

   "Okay, if he wants to force Liang to become a prostitute, I can kill him directly," Jiang Mubei said in a low voice.

   Having said this, Xu Linsen suddenly looked back at Qingchen: "Chen Sui, what do you think?"

  Qingchen looked at the two innocently: "I think you are right..."

   When he came to the door of Room 703, Zhang Qinghuan patted the door aggressively: "Li Sangou, come out for me!"

   But seeing Zhang Qinghuan slamming the door, Jiang Mubei wanted to go up to stop it several times.

   At this moment, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stood weakly in the room: "What are you doing?"

   "Let's talk about your daughter!" Zhang Qinghuan said.

   Qingchen, Xu Linsen, and Jiang Mubei silently watched behind Li Sangou, a little girl of eight or nine years old, burying her head and folding paper boxes...

   Zhang Qinghuan said, "Will you send her to school or not? She is of school age now, what's the point of stacking cardboard boxes with you? The Federal Elementary School is free, why don't you send her to school?"

   Qingchen, Xu Linsen, Jiang Mubei: "..."

  This is completely different from what they thought, it's not a drama about robbing civilians at all.

   They glanced inside the house.

  In the house, there were piles of paper packaging boxes, all of which were folded by Li Sangou and his daughter. After they were all folded, they would be sent to the fifth district and sold to the gift shop there.

  However, this paper box is only a few cents, and they may earn a day or two of meals by folding them for a day.

   This is the current situation of most people in the lower three districts. They don’t want to do bad things, and they don’t have the ability to change their lives. They are like worker ants doing jobs at the bottom of society that no one wants to do.

  Li Sangou said unhappily: "You said it lightly. Going to school is a fart. After graduating from elementary school, don't you have to come and fold paper boxes? What's the difference? Can you eat when you go to school?"

   Zhang Qinghuan pointed at Li Sangou with an iron rod: "If you want to talk like this, I'll hit you."

  Li Sangou said in a heartache: "You are a club, can you do what the club should do? Isn't it bad to kill people? Why do you care if my children go to school or not!"

   Zhang Qinghuan sneered: "You let her go to school, and the protection fee will be reduced by 200 per month for you."

   "Really?" Li Sangou's eyes lit up.

  People in Xiasan District often let their children drop out of school, and most of them came back to help work before finishing primary school.

   But after all, life is too stressful.

   There are still a few parents who sell their children's eyes in this world. If there is a possibility, who would not want to send their children to school and read and write.

   Zhang Qinghuan asked: "Send it or not?"

  Li Sangou nodded: "Send it...but the people in the primary school in the ninth district are not good things, they cleverly set up various fees every day."

   "You don't have to worry about this, we will solve it!" Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand and left.

   This solution is definitely the solution of the community.

   Zhang Qinghuan asked Zhang Mengqian: "How many households are we going to solve today?"

   "There are 112 households," Zhang Mengqian said, "all of them were of age and did not go to primary school."

   Zhang Qinghuan gave a free and easy smile: "Everyone is working hard today, we have to run all 112 households today. If it can be successfully completed, I will invite everyone to eat fat intestines noodles!"

   Fat intestine noodles are also a feature in the slums. After the livestock is slaughtered, the good meat is supplied to the big people, but there are only a few people who like to eat intestines, so this fat intestine is the cheapest real meat in the whole city.

   Of course, even if it is the cheapest, it is not affordable for ordinary people. Zhang Qinghuan is considered generous today.

  Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other, they really didn't expect the art club to even care about this matter.

  Compared with the student demonstrations they organized, the art clubs acted more brutally and more popularly.

  Spade's wish now is that every child in the world can read and read newspapers, at least let them know what is happening in this world.

  Thinking of this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei were really interested in the art club.

  Xu Linsen said in a low voice, "I can now confirm that the person behind this art club is the one Yangyang said. I really want to see what he wants to see in the lower three districts of City 22."

   Qingchen was behind him, looking innocently at the ceiling.

  …

  …

   In the ninth district's fat intestine noodle shop, Qing Chen and the others sat side by side on a long table, eating noodles slurpingly, only Zhang Qinghuan and Zhang Mengqian were the loudest.

   Their team completed 112 persuasion tasks in one day, and everyone was smiling.

   is obviously a little thing, but I don’t know why life is so fulfilling.

  Xu Linsen wiped his mouth, thought for a moment and asked Zhang Qinghuan, "Boss, aren't we a club? Why do we do such a thing?"

Zhang Qinghuan stopped his mouth and said casually: "I didn't decide this either. The people above said that the sound of reading should be resounded on the campus. They said that if this huge world can't hold a desk, it will be all the people in the world. Adult's fault..."

   Having said this, he realized that he had slipped his tongue: "Ahem, when I said 'the people above', I meant the sages in the sky, who gave me dream instructions in my dreams."

   In the blink of an eye, Qingchen became a sage in the sky...

  Xu Linsen didn't care about Zhang Qinghuan's lame remarks, he just thought about the words just now: "But we are a club, shouldn't we fight and kill?"

"You don't know this," Zhang Qing said happily: "When I was a child, I was very poor. I couldn't afford to go to junior high school. I can be happy with money, but even though my business is still good, at least my brothers have food and drink, but they are still not happy enough. Until recently, I felt like I was beaten every day, and I had endless energy. , do you know why?"

   "Why?" Qing Chen asked this time.

   Zhang Qinghuan said: "I suddenly knew why I was so empty before, because I used to think of ways to make my life better, but now my goal is to make more people's lives better, it's different."

  Jiang Mubei whispered, "The ideological awareness is still very high..."

However, Zhang Qinghuan continued: "Also, the children have all gone to school, at least they can find a slightly better job, and they don't have to join clubs like me. When they don't need to join clubs, then City 22 will not be left. Is there an art club? We are responsible for all the protection fees, one family is the only one, this is the art of drawing wages from the bottom of the pot!"

  Xu Linsen: "Pfft!"

   A mouthful of noodles spit into the bowl.

   Qingchen: "???"

   He never imagined that his guiding ideology would be misinterpreted like this when it was passed on to Zhang Qinghuan!

   "Brother, look," Jiang Mubei held his cell phone in front of Xu Linsen at this time, but saw a message from someone on it. It was a wanted order for the Ace of Spades just issued by the Shendai Consortium in City 22!

   Wanted because Xu Linsen killed Daisei Takahashi, a member of the God Generation Foundation!

  Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei were stunned for a while looking at the wanted order. They came to City No. 22 with the task of killing Dacheng Takahashi, but they haven't done it yet!

  Things are a little weird.

  The person is the person they want to kill. Although he didn't take action, it is still a murder...

  Xu Linsen was silent for a long time: "There is no such coincidence in the world, 80% of which is the person Yangyang said, trying to **** me..."

  Jiang Mubei raised his brows: "Let me know where he is, I have to settle the account."

   Qingchen suddenly raised his head and raised his hand: "Boss, have another bowl."

   Zhang Qinghuan muttered: "You eat less, how come your appetite is so good!?"

   (end of this chapter)