Start From Skull Island and Push the World

This afternoon, Liu Yongfu, the commander of the Black Flag Army based in Foshan, was transferred by the imperial court to go to a distance to fight the French Empire.

Huang Feihong, as a patriot with superb martial arts and high morals, went to see him off. He was given this fan because of his personal friendship with Liu Yongfu.

Use the black and white characters of this fan to alert the country to the crisis.

And hope that one day, this fan can become a blank.

Those overlord clauses can all disappear.

"Shirong!" Huang Feihong suddenly called out.

"Hey!" Although Pork Rong was still a little sullen, he didn't dare to ignore Master's greeting, so he immediately responded and walked over.

"In the future, every time you deliver meat, you will add three more heads. The money will be picked up at the counter when you leave later." Huang Feihong instructed.

Pork Rong was suddenly startled: "Master, why do you want to add so much all of a sudden?"

Huang Feihong sighed: "When Mr. Liu left, he left with me nearly a hundred sailors who could not be taken away. These are all experienced water elites and scarce talents. I can't let them lose their water skills. , so it is necessary to form a militia so that they can continue to practice."

When Liu Yongfu left, he left a large group of people, and naturally he also left behind money, and these people listened to Huang Feihong's orders. In comparison, he didn't suffer any loss.

"The militia group of nearly 100 people..." Zhu Rong's eyes widened, "Master, you will become the boss now, and this number will almost catch up with half of the Wharf Gang."

Huang Feihong glared at Pork Rong, raised his feet and walked towards the backyard.

The navy has just become a militia group now, so he must not be used to it yet. He has to spend more time doing work, and he has to arrange things in the future so that there can be no accidents.

Zhu Rong watched Huang Feihong leave, and walked back with some helpless feet.

After walking out of Baozhilin, I realized that I hadn't even mentioned the matter of asking Master to go to the play together this time.

"Forget it, anyway, it will be three days later, and then we will talk about it, and maybe Master already knows that the monkeys often come to the store to buy medicine." Pork Rong thought, shook his head and left.

…

at dusk.

The pier, which had been lively all afternoon, finally calmed down.

Although due to time issues, Ding Zheng's havoc in the Heavenly Palace didn't last long.

But before the interest was raised, the audience watched other dramas with enthusiasm.

After class leader Yang stood at the entrance of the theater and personally sent the customers home one by one, he walked inside full of joy.

The smoothness of today's performance far exceeded the expectations of class leader Yang.

What he was most worried about was Ding Zheng, who did not make any mistakes, but rather the martial voices in some troupes. Because the object of his passing was beasts, he was a little nervous and made frequent mistakes.

However, the audience's attention was on Ding Zheng's vivid Monkey King Monkey King, and no one noticed anything else.

Thinking of today's traffic and liveliness, Mr. Yang was simply overjoyed.

If it is full like today, as long as you come back again, not only will the losses from the previous days and the preparations made in the past few days be recovered, but you can even make a lot of money!

Judging from the reactions of these guests today, there are definitely a large number of people who can come back.

Such a wonderful play cannot be seen enough at one time.

Moreover, Class Master Yang also heard that there are still many people who want to see it today, but because there is really no place, they can't go in at all.

So, making money is absolute.

Now let's see how much you can earn!

Just one word: value!

Yang's face was flushed, and he felt that he had the courage to innovate. It was a stroke of genius to invite Li Shangen and Ding Zheng.

He even wanted to play another havoc in the Heavenly Palace tomorrow.

But the words have already been spoken.

No matter how much he wants to make money, Class Master Yang will have to wait for another two days before he can repeat the havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

"Just so little drama is not enough, I have to get rid of all the dramas that make trouble in the heavenly palace! Only in this way can they have a good time watching it!"

As class leader Yang walked into the troupe, he thought to himself that his troupe would become more and more prosperous and famous after relying on Ding Zheng as the pillar.

And just after Class Master Yang left, several figures suddenly appeared outside the theater and left.

"Are you sure? There will be a second show in two days."

"I asked more than a dozen audience members, and it was confirmed that it would be another two days and the third day before they would perform that havoc in the heavenly palace again."

"Hmph, it looks like there's no one left tonight. This group of singers should be counting the money, let's go! Let's get his vote and take you to the brothel tonight!"

A group of eight people walked towards the Pier Theater in front.

The leader of the body is quite strong, obviously has a good strength, and holds a bright knife in his hand, and his face has a bit of suffocation. At first glance, he is not a good person.

The others also held sticks each.

Obviously, this group of people had premeditated.

"Er Gou, are you sure that the master who helped them was not there when we robbed the monkey player last time?" Someone suddenly asked.

"No, they separated a few days ago, otherwise how could I bring my eldest brother here." Someone replied.

The leading eldest brother waved his hand: "Don't panic, that is, a country bumpkin who can take a few beatings. He can handle a stick, and can he handle my knife?"

"Even if he is here today, he will never come back!"

Following the leader's remarks, several other people's popularity increased greatly, and they all laughed happily.

No matter how hard your body is, can you still withstand a knife? Of course not!

Clap clap clap!

Walking to the theater, a younger brother stepped forward and slammed the door.

After a while.

Class Master Yang walked out with a group of martial students and confronted them at the gate of the theater.

Ding Zheng and Li Shangen were behind the team, silent.

"Master Yang, did you make a lot of money today?" The leader asked with a smile, holding the knife in his hand.

"I don't know how to honor our eldest brother after making money. I think your troupe doesn't want to do it anymore!" The younger brother next to him quickly said.

Class Master Yang's face paled: "It's the old man, isn't it? I'm too busy today, I forgot to honor the big brothers, so I'll make up for them now!"

Of course, Class Master Yang knew these people.

All of them were members of the Wharf Gang, and the one leading the charge was the Hall Master, Liu Hu, who was in charge of managing the surrounding area.

As one of the masters of the six halls of the Wharf Gang, although Liu Hu's strength is not very good, he has a very smart brain, bullying the soft and fearing the hard, and he will steer according to the wind.

Often, the opponent can suffer huge losses even without real action.

When Liu Hu had just become the head of the hall and was in charge of this area, it was not that Head Yang had not tried to resist.

But the other party didn't do anything, but arranged for the younger brother to pour some dirty things at the entrance of the troupe all day.

Caused the surrounding stench to skyrocket, and no audience was willing to watch the show at all.

A few days later, the protection fee had to be paid.

Having suffered from Liu Hu's loss, Class Master Yang didn't dare to say anything more.

He took out some money directly from the bag and handed it to the other party tremblingly.

Liu Hu took the money and turned it upside down.

Then he suddenly took action and grabbed the back of the back of Class Master Yang's shirt. He grinned, "Where the **** are you sending the beggars! Huh?"