I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Three days later.

It was another ordinary morning.

Five young men wearing black student uniforms and black student caps walked to the outside of Yizhuang. They stood in front of the open wooden door and looked into the courtyard. They saw many men wearing yellow robes sitting in the courtyard. Inside, some people were folding ingots, some were cutting paper money, and everyone was doing their own work. No one was talking to each other, no one was looking around, and it was strangely peaceful.

The five people looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Looks like you've found the right place...

"Are you also here to buy the ghost paper? How much do you want? Is it too much?" Wencai, wearing a dirty cloth apron and coming to the yard to hold the ghost paper, saw the figure in front of the door and asked.

The gap in the underworld's underworld paper is too big. Even though banks of heaven and earth have been opened one after another in various places in the world, the underworld paper sent to the underworld is still in short supply.

A grain of dust from the world that falls on an individual becomes a mountain.

Yizhuang Tiandi Bank is one of thousands of individuals in the world. This means that even if there are more than ten pairs of working hands in Zhuangzi, the work is still not finished from morning to night.

Therefore, the business model of "booking" was flexibly adopted by Qin Yao. At present, Yizhuang's orders have been overwhelming. Customers who come specifically to buy ghost paper can only bring back a small amount at most. If they want to buy in large quantities, , you still have to queue up.

"We are not here to buy ghost papers, we are members of the Progressive Society." A young man straightened his hat and said seriously.

"What club?" Wencai asked innocently, not hearing clearly.

"Progress society, progress forward, step forward, community society." The young man said one word at a time.

His whole body exuded an upright and awe-inspiring look.

"Oh..." Wencai nodded as if he understood, and asked, "What do you want?"

"When we were conducting research in Renjia Town, we learned from many people that outside Renjia Town, in Yizhuang, there was a Maoshan Taoist named Jiu Shu who was very good at subduing demons and catching ghosts. So we asked for directions and rushed over. ." The young man said, pointing to the ingot paper in the yard: "Now it seems that the great name of Yizhuang Jiu Shu is for selling these things, right?"

Wencai's expression changed and he took a deep breath.

These people are coming with bad intentions!

"Young man, Senior Brother Lin is not something you can question." A Maoshan Taoist priest stood up with a groan and said sternly.

"People who are really capable are never afraid of being questioned." The young man said unwillingly: "Only those charlatans who practice fraud and mystique are afraid of being questioned and exposed."

"What's the noise outside?" In the lobby, Uncle Jiu, who was calculating bank accounts, looked up and asked.

"Brother, let me go and take a look." Mao Shanming stood up volunteered, threw the paper on the table and ran out.

When he was young, he ran back again and said with a strange expression: "Brother, I asked clearly. Five members of the Progress Society came to the door. They originally planned to visit you, but they saw the brothers working in the yard and said A few outrageous words.”

"What is the Progress Society?" Uncle Jiu frowned.

"The organization that came from Fucheng is said to be an official organization that aims to eliminate the tyranny of monarchy with humanitarianism and the superstition of divine authority with scientific knowledge." Mao Shanming said.

Uncle Jiu was thoughtful.

It seems that these uninvited guests are here for him and regard him as the source of superstition.

"Where's Qin Yao?"

"They said they were going to build a factory and went to the town to recruit people," Mao Shan said clearly.

"Go and tell the Progress Society members outside to wait for Qin Yao to come back." Uncle Jiu said calmly: "Qin Yao is the best at handling this kind of thing."

Thinking of Qin Yao's nephew who had restrained all the brothers three days ago, Mao Shanming nodded with deep approval: "Brother is wise..."

"Go ahead, I still have a lot of work to do." Uncle Jiu refused to accept this and waved his hand.

Mao Shanming walked quickly and came to the gate of Yizhuang. He said to the five young people: "The people in charge of Yizhuang left this morning. If you have something important, please go into the yard and wait."

The leading young man frowned: "When will he come back? If he doesn't come back until night, we can't stand in the yard waiting for him all day, right?"

Mao Shanming didn't like the other party's current tone. Although there was no arrogance on the young man's face and his words were not unpleasant, he had an inexplicable aura of arrogance.

"If I knew when he would come back, he wouldn't be in charge of me, but I would be in charge of him... If you don't want to wait, you can leave at any time."

"How are you talking?" behind the leading young man, a member of the Progressive Society asked angrily.

Mao Shanming rolled his eyes, turned around and left simply.

At this time, he agreed with Uncle Jiu's decision even more. Qin Yao should deal with such an ignorant fool.

Anyway, Qin Yao specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction...

Thinking of this, he actually started to look forward to it silently.

"Brother Heng, let's go to the local mayor and ask him to arrange a security team to control these fake Taoist priests first, and then collect evidence." Seeing Mao Shanming ignoring him so much, the choking member of the Progress Club became even more Angry, he raised his head and glanced at the Taoist priests in the courtyard who were watching eagerly, and said softly.

Kou Heng shook his head and whispered: "This Ninth Uncle has a lot of prestige in Renjia Town. He can be called a poison. We can't act rashly, lest we break the poison bag, let the poison flow out, and harm innocent people again."

With ideal justice in mind, the five young men stood at the gate of Yizhuang for more than an hour. Their mouths were dry and their legs were weak.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" It was almost noon, Qin Yao led a large group of people to the gate of Yizhuang, looking at the five young people in surprise.

The five of them were startled by his ferocious appearance and domineering way of appearing. Except for the leader Kou Heng, who was slightly better, the other four all had tight expressions and solemn eyes.

"We are members of the Progress Society, and you are what the Yizhuang Taoist calls the troublemaker?"

"What kind of troublemaker?" A trace of confusion flashed in Qin Yao's eyes, and he understood immediately and said with a smile: "That's it, what do you want from me?"

"We want to meet Uncle Jiu." Kou Heng said solemnly.

"Junior brother, they are here to cause trouble." At this time, Wencai hurriedly ran out of the yard and said loudly: "They also said that Master is a liar!"

Qin Yao's pupils shrank, shrugged, and smiled: "I understand, Senior Brother Wencai, you first take the masters behind me to the construction site and tell them how the factory should be built. I will come later."

Wencai shook his head and said, "Junior brother, can I go back later?"

He also wanted to see how Qin Yao dealt with these guys.

Don't want to leave.