A scrap collection station comes to mind

Now that he had some clues and some knowledge in his mind, Chen Muyu nodded, "It would be best if we could get a result as soon as possible. Jingyun Mountain is also waiting impatiently. Both of these two have been kind to me, and I also I hope they are safe and sound!”

They were three to four hundred years old in total, but they were not worrying at all. Chen Muyu didn't want to complain.

Ma Santong nodded and changed the topic, "Brother, actually, if you don't come to me today, I'm just looking for you!"

"What?" Chen Muyu looked at him in surprise.

Ma Santong smiled, took out a stack of paper from the drawer, and handed it to Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu took it and saw that it was a stack of unit housing allocation contracts!

"In our Xichuan Wushu Association, those who are members of the Wushu Association and above the concentration level are qualified for room allocation. People like you are even more qualified. Brother, I made my own decision and chose a room near the river for you. On the flat floor, the Wushu Association will not only provide you with packaging and repairs, but also cover the furniture and appliances, property fees, water and electricity. Take a look, and if you are satisfied, just sign!" Ma Santong said with a smile.

When Chen Muyu heard this, he became interested. He had always wanted to buy a house in the provincial capital. He couldn't stay in a hotel every time he came, or go to other people's homes, but he was not qualified before.

The reason why he decided to join the Wushu Association at that time was actually that the Wushu Association could allocate him a house, which was perfect.

The Wushu Association also keeps its word. Although the project is still under construction, the contract has been decided for him. When the time comes, he can just sign up and move in.

Chen Muyu has also seen that project. It is in the city center, close to the river, and the location is quite good. It is also in a top school district. It is produced by the Wushu Association, and the quality is definitely second to none.

After a brief look, Chen Muyu signed that it would take about half a year to close the house.

It can be said that the Wushu Association has taken great pains to retain these martial arts masters.

"Brother Ma, thank you for your trouble!" Chen Muyu handed the contract back to Ma Santong.

This little old man looks quite cute now.

"It should!"

Ma Santong chuckled, "Brother, if I encounter any trouble in the future, brother, you have to protect me."

"What are you talking about!" Chen Muyu waved his hand, "Brother, with your status, how can you cause any trouble?"

Ma Santong shrugged, "Brother, you don't understand this. People who do what we do will offend a lot of people. If they didn't have an identity in the Wushu Association, they would have been dealt with long ago. You, brother, me." , I am always on tenterhooks and trembling every day, just like that White Dragon. If one day I offend someone I can’t afford to offend, it will be the end of me. Then brother, just don’t pretend you don’t know me.”

"Brother, your worries are unfounded!" Chen Muyu spread his hands, "If such a day comes, don't worry, I will definitely make clear arrangements for you!"

"Brothers!"

Ma Santong laughed, "Let's go, brother will take you to wash your feet!"

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother, please spare me. You can go alone. I can't wash you!"

"Where are you thinking, you serious person!" Ma San said.

Chen Muyu waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't fool me, how can I be serious about washing my feet in broad daylight?"

"Hey, it's only in broad daylight that we can be serious!"

Ma Santong grinned. Seeing Chen Muyu's insistence, he also knew that Chen Muyu was different from others. If Wang De sent those goods, he wouldn't need to say anything and would take the initiative to pull him there.

"Okay, brother, you are a serious person!" Ma Santong shook his head repeatedly and looked at the time. It was not even three o'clock in the afternoon. "Then I will call two more people and let's find a teahouse to play mahjong!"

Well, it’s better than washing your feet!

Chen Muyu nodded, unable to refuse anymore, and followed Ma Santong to an old alley and found a teahouse.

Ma Santong is obviously a regular visitor. This guy really knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and he is very good at it.

After a while, two people were called. One was probably a subordinate of Ma Santong, named Zhang Ming. He had a fat head and big ears, and he looked like a man. The other was a woman, in her twenties, wearing a suspender belt and making poses. , spoke in a coquettish manner, and flirted with Ma San from time to time. The two of them looked abnormal at first glance.

The mahjong game lasted until after six o'clock in the evening. Originally, they wanted to play mahjong again after dinner, but Chen Muyu found an excuse and withdrew.

Business mahjong was not interesting. From the beginning to the end, the fat man was inadvertently feeding Chen Muyu tiles. There was no challenge at all.

In one afternoon, I won a lot, but it didn't increase my sense of joy.

…

In the afternoon of the next day, Ma Santong called and said that Wang Kai had gone to the Wushu Association in the morning, paid part of the fine, and signed another note, a debt note.

More than a billion, for Haidong Group, is really not enough to hurt the bones. Wang Kai is eager to revive his father, so naturally he won't even frown.

Ma Santong said that he was going to release Bai Long tomorrow. According to the regulations, he could be allowed to stay for seven days. If he did not leave after seven days, he would be forcibly deported. Of course, within these seven days, all Bai Long's movements must be kept in the military. under the supervision of the Association.

In view of this, Ma Santong wanted to ask Chen Muyu for his opinion. It is impossible for Chen Muyu to have any opinions on internal affairs of the Wushu Association. Everything should be done according to the rules.

As for whether Bai Long would seek revenge on him within these seven days, Chen Muyu was not worried at all. As long as he dared, he would definitely pay a heavier price. At that time, it was not a problem that 1 billion could solve.

…

Not long after hanging up the phone, Wang Kai called Chen Muyu to express his gratitude.

There is really no one who wants to thank me after my flesh has been cut off.

Reality is such a reality.

On the phone, Wang Kai wanted to ask Chen Muyu to have dinner with him and thank him in person, but Chen Muyu politely refused. There was no need to have anything to do with him.

Just as he was about to take a nap, Ma Santong called again, saying that he couldn't explain clearly on the phone and asked Chen Muyu to go to the Wushu Association Building.

No idea, I went out and took a taxi.

…

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"Sudden, sudden!"

As soon as he entered the door, Ma Santong greeted him, looking really anxious, "Brother, something is going on. You really need to help me with this!"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Ma Santong strangely, "No, have you offended someone?"

You just said yesterday that if you offend someone you can't afford to offend in the future, let Chen Muyu protect him. What will happen today?

"no no!"

Ma Santong waved his hand and pulled Chen Muyu to sit down, "That's what happened. You know, there are five floors of detention rooms under our building."

Chen Muyu nodded, "Yes, we went to the negative fourth floor yesterday, and you said the negative fifth floor was confidential..."

"Yes, it's a secret!" Ma Santong laughed dryly, "Now I don't care whether it's secret or not. On the fifth floor below our building, there is a monk classified as an S-class felon by the Wushu Association..."