Nomenclature of Night

   Chapter 574 Another bowl of fatty sausage noodles

   "Gao Yang, it's been three days, what is that Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"

   On the phone, Chen Yidong, the boss of the Dragon Pattern Club, was obviously a little impatient.

   Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "You may not believe the boss. He is going from house to house to persuade children to go to school. One building a day is cleaned every day, and he has done nothing else."

  Chen Yidong was stunned for a moment: "Take this kind of inexplicable thing to bluff me, why are you betraying?"

Gao Yang explained: "Not yet... No, listen to me, boss, he really didn't do anything serious in the past three days. It wasn't just him, the whole art club seemed to be silent, everyone was silent. Not doing the right thing."

   "How many leaders does the art club have now?" Chen Yidong asked.

"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiaoqi," Gao Yang said, "That Xiaoqi is building infrastructure for the owners of the four buildings every day, and Luo Wanya is bringing our new members to build a team every day. They don't go out to kill people, and they don't do business, but they don't do anything that has anything to do with the official business of the society."

"By the way, before the art club destroyed four clubs, Black Water, Big Pendulum, and Meteor Hammer. I want to buy a watch. Where are these hundreds of people?" Chen Yidong asked: "Is it absorbed into? Art clubs, or are they all killed? When PCE asked people to hand them over, they only handed over thirty."

   Gao Yang explained: "They are all stacking cardboard boxes, stepping on sewing machines, and assembling electronic components..."

   "What?" Chen Yidong was obviously stunned.

Gao Yang said: "Xiao Qi freed up the top three floors for them on the Big Pendulum Building, and then installed an iron door and locked it so that they could carry out some kind of 'reform through labor' inside, and by the way make money for the art club. Now , these people are also one of the main businesses of the art club, and the cash flow is okay..."

  Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa and was stunned for a while.

  The federal prison environment is much better than the slums, and there is no such thing as labor reform.

   His family has been in clubs since his grandfather's generation. After decades of mixing, he never thought that he could make money in this way... The point is, it's too weird for clubs to make money in this way!

   is too old!

   In this way, where is the money for human trafficking, chemicals, and organs?

   Chen Yidong couldn't bear to look directly at the thought of hundreds of strong men stepping on sewing machines in the Big Pendulum Building.

   "Okay, no more ink marks," Chen Yidong sneered: "Have you already grasped Zhang Qinghuan's whereabouts?"

   "Well, I got it, but boss, will this Zhang Qinghuan be protected by a master?"

   "Okay, I'll send someone to kill him today. Is it just an F-rank gene warrior? Are there any masters around? He's no longer worthy of my continued attention."

   "Well, okay," Gao Yang hung up the phone.

   Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: "Gao Yang, come and continue the team building with the family!"

"I'm coming!"

   In the eighth district, two motorcycles galloped out of the courtyard of the Longwen Villa and headed for the ninth district.

  …

  …

   "Aren't we going to expand our territory?" Jiang Mubei asked this question with deep doubts in his heart.

   The two big names in Spades are very clear about the strength of the art club, and it is no problem to push the entire lower three districts with the more than 100 genetic warriors.

   Moreover, Jiang Mubei now feels a little bit involved in his career.

  If what this art club does is to oppress the poor, then the two big names in spades are at most bystanders watching, and maybe they will kill the people.

  But things are different now. They find that what the art community has to do is the same as theirs.

   does better than spades.

In this way, Jiang Mubei's heart became hot again. He could not wait to discuss with Xu Linsen and directly help the art club to push it out. In this way, the poor people in the lower three districts of city No. 22 can also welcome the bright ones earlier. one day.

   Therefore, Jiang Mubei, an impatient person, was a little anxious when he saw that the art club was not doing the right thing...

   is even more anxious than the art club.

It's just that Zhang Qinghuan didn't care: "Don't worry, now is the process of building a model, there are still many people in the ninth district and even the lower three districts who don't know the existence of pigeon cages, so if we fight, we won't get help from the people. . Now that we light up four buildings, and then deliberately spread it out, it will naturally become a topic. You see, those people are called to visit."

  Zhang Qinghuan sat in the noodle shop and pointed at the people passing by the door: "No one can stop their desire to make life better. The lights in the ninth district are enough to light up their desire."

   Jiang Mubei murmured, "If I hadn't seen the light, I could have endured the darkness."

"That's right," Zhang Qing laughed happily, "and there is another problem: all associations need to provide donations to the above, the associations provide PCE, the PCE supplies the members above them, and the members belong to the consortium. If The art community’s big fanfare to change the balance will definitely be noticed, so although you have to move fast, you have to act steadily.”

   "You came up with all this?" Jiang Mubei wondered, his subtext was, can you come up with such a serious idea?

   Zhang Qinghuan admitted frankly: "This is what Lao Luo said."

   At this moment, Qingchen suddenly said: "I understand, so we have to wait for something to happen in the city, and when PCE has no time to take care of us, we will expand rapidly!"

   "Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.

Qingchen said: "Why don't we go to assassinate the people of the Shendai consortium, I know a man named Shendai Yunluo who drinks at the Black Swan Restaurant in District 4 every day, and he goes alone every morning, so I work at the Black Swan Restaurant. As a waiter. Kill him, and there will be chaos in the upper six districts."

Zhang Qinghuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know what you said about Yunluo, the **** of the gods. That is the famous noble son of No. 22, so he is A-level. We are not enough to plug our teeth. Just wait for the chaos with peace of mind, we can't do it. Create chaos yourself."

   As soon as these words came out, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other, so that the PCE Public Security Management Committee had no time to take care of the lower three districts. In fact, the two of them could do it.

Wouldn't it be nice to    to create chaos elsewhere?

   At this moment, Jiang Mubei whispered, "Boss, are we going to help them create chaos?"

   "It can be considered," Xu Linsen nodded: "After all, liberating the lower three districts earlier can also save more people from suffering."

   "But the problem is that we are people of spades, and we are not really members of the art club," Jiang Mubei said, "I think this is their own business, or it is better for them to do it themselves."

  Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: "If he can really do what we can't do, then what does he have to be the Joker of spades, I don't mind."

  Jiang Mubei was stunned for a while: "Boss, you..."

   "No need to say more, we will create chaos tonight," Xu Linsen said. Under that calm expression, there was still some determination. The meaning of their spades was not for power, but for a certain ideal.

   As long as things can be done, his personal gains and losses are not important.

   In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, most of the spades are wild people, and their vision and pattern are destined to be difficult to accomplish this independently.

   And now, he already knows how ambitious the person behind this art society is.

   Jiang Mubei whispered, "Let him be a Joker? We don't even know where he is, how can we make him a Joker."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Qingchen suddenly raised his hand: "Boss, have another bowl of fatty intestine noodles."

  Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears and turned his head to roar, "If you add more noodles, just add more noodles, why are you so loud!?"

   (end of this chapter)