EFB End of Chapter 87
End of Chapter 87
The pleasure boat bought by the fishermen's mutual aid association.
Fu Que and several gang members who had been integrated were eating.
Although it's not up to the level of a professional restaurant chef, it's more like the level of a regular tavern, but the portions are generous and filling, and the taste is pretty good.
This is the person Fu Que brought back for collecting usurious loans from underground banks and casinos.
Of course, he didn't do it for nothing. After killing the Qi family and their associates, as well as the demons in the mountains, he planned to dig canals, build roads, mine, and construct buildings and markets.
Eating takeout is out of the question. Let alone seizing a few rich and powerful people, even if you plundered the entire resources of a small sect, you still couldn't afford it.
It had to be the rudimentary form of communal eating; laborers and manual laborers in Gaoyang County were all forbidden from doing their menial tasks.
All of you come here to work on the construction of Gaoyang County. We'll provide you with three meals a day—two dry meals and one soupy meal—and you'll be paid.
"That's roughly how it is. Things will be more standardized from now on. Scams, fraud, and forced sales will all be banned."
Fu Que led several prison guards to dinner, and then distributed the new chamber of commerce regulations personally drafted by 014.
"Those who like to chop people up will become dedicated choppers; those who wave paper fans and come up with ideas will all be assigned to the accounting office and the shopkeeper position; and those who like to run around will go and solicit business."
Those who enjoy tinkering with that kind of thing should go work as bouncers in brothels; those who like to gamble should go to the new casino. In short, things need to become professional and standardized.
After the prison guards finished reading the rules in their hands, Fu Que spoke.
He wanted to say something else.
A member of the gang came up to report that someone was outside, but was stopped by the guards. It seemed that they wanted to invite Fu Que to the Chengxiang Grand Restaurant in the south of the city to discuss some matters.
Fu Que frowned, but quickly realized that the Heroes' Gathering was about to begin, and his alias was now the head of the Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association.
Having integrated the fishing gangs of the fishing sheds and the butcher gangs of the meat shops, the Heroes' Gathering was something that could not be bypassed by the Qi family. However, the fact that the Qi family still held the Heroes' Gathering as usual meant that 014's encirclement and killing plan was very successful.
At least the major families within Gaoyang County had not received news of the upheaval outside the city. Otherwise, they would not have had the leisure to hold any heroes' gathering, but would have been trying to find a way to escape Gaoyang County.
"Everyone, the Feast at Hongmen is coming, but it's hard to say who will host it this time. You'd better get ready."
Fu Que finished his meal in big gulps, and now he was just one step away from the final push. If it weren't for 014 being afraid of harming innocent people, why would he hold a heroes' gathering at this point? He would have just launched a direct attack on the territories of several families in Gaoyang County.
Having lost its influence and territory outside the county, the small number of people and elite troops within Gaoyang County are nothing.
He could roughly guess what it was about.
It's nothing more than dividing up new territory and monopolizing industries. These good-for-nothings are only eyeing what's left on the plate, squeezing the poor. Even if they squeeze them to death, how much profit will they make?
Only by making the pie bigger, bringing in the officials, and devising some grand plans can one reach the pinnacle of life.
"Let him come up."
Fu Que had no reason to go down and see him; he was just a lowly messenger and not worthy of Fu Que's personal attention.
soon.
A rat-like man with a weasel-like face entered the third-floor cabin. Noticing the friendly gazes of Mo Dao, the tattooed man, and the others, he felt a mix of unease and apprehension, realizing he had stumbled into a tiger's mouth.
"Boss, my master, and some gang leaders from Nei County have invited you to Chengxiang Restaurant tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp to discuss some matters."
The messenger hesitated for a moment before deciding not to utter the words "it won't be available soon." Currently, there are two major forces operating in the shadows of Gaoyang County: one led by the Qi family, and the other led by the young man before him.
The men of the Qi family dared to make such threats, but he didn't have the guts. He was afraid that he would lose his life and be thrown into the river to feed the fish because of those words.
"I make hundreds of thousands of gold coins a minute. You think I'd just go because you tell me to? What kind of people do you have?"
Fu Que wiped his mouth and asked slowly and deliberately.
The messenger would announce the names of several gangs when reporting the dishes.
"Tsk, why would I even bother with this trash? I could chop them up in two strokes. What's there to talk about?"
Fu Que pointed to the Embroidered Spring Blade hanging on the wall inside the cabin and continued, "Are the leaders of the Qi family, the Li family, the Yu family, the Green Gang, and the Blood Dragon Gang still around?"
The extraordinary world is troublesome. If we don't wipe them all out, they can hide in the county and kill people indiscriminately. There's really no good way to deal with them except to surround and kill them one by one, but that would cause a lot of civilian casualties.
It should be noted that in the past, when suppressing fugitives, hundreds of times more police force was deployed to avoid casualties. How much more so for martial artists with personal strength in this world.
When cornered dogs resort to desperate measures, the casualties can only worsen.
Before 014 arrived, the common people were treated like dirt and waste. If they are still treated like dirt and waste after 014 arrives, then 014's arrival was in vain. This must not be allowed. We must wipe them all out in one fell swoop to demonstrate the power of the Great Zhao Kingdom.
"They're all here, and they'll all be there tomorrow morning."
The messenger answered respectfully.
Fu Que felt relieved. "It's good that you're here. It's good that you're here. I can take advantage of your family reunion to send you up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. Of course, you probably won't be able to go up to the sky for a while. You'll have to do hard labor first and squeeze out all your value."
Fu Que saw that the box 014 brought was full of neck collars, all of which were dog collars prepared for the martial artists of the major families and gangs.
"Okay, I understand. I'll be there tomorrow. Now get out of here."
Fu Que believed the time was right. After obtaining the inherited technique from 014 and completing the last special effect component of the scroll, he could head to a higher-level, unsealed map. Gaoyang County was just a shabby newbie village; who could possibly play there?
Nighttime, in the Hu family courtyard.
Fu Que and Xu Qingying sat facing each other. Under the soft white light, neither of them spoke across the octagonal table.
To be honest, Fu Que has never had any romantic experience growing up. Even after he became an adult, driven by his physical desires, he always solved his problems with money and women. He has no concept of love or a "white moonlight" in his mind.
With his orphan mentality, he is more accustomed to trading.
The two had been looking at each other for a while.
Fu Que felt he couldn't delay any longer, as he was pondering how to bring it up when Xu Qingying spoke first. He knew he had to get down to business tomorrow.
"You must be tired after several days of work. I happen to know a few massage techniques. Why don't you lie down on the bed and I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue?"
Fu Que originally wanted to say that with your strength, you would have trouble killing a chicken, let alone massaging yourself in your fully recovered state, but then he saw an abnormal blush appear on the girl's face.
He nodded immediately: "Okay, thank you very much."
......
"Tsk, isn't it a massage?"
"If you can't press here, press somewhere else."
"Hmm...it feels good, bro, it feels good."