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

Qin Yao never relaxed his vigilance towards Xiao Wenjun.

A female ghost who never made a draft of her lies and was used to telling lies with her eyes open suddenly became gentle and considerate. There was something strange about this thing, both inside and outside.

Originally, he wanted to remain unchanged in response to all changes, but after walking out of the door, he remembered that if there was something wrong with the glass of water and someone accidentally drank it when it was placed on the table, it would be better to pour it.

On the wall.

Xiao Wenjun looked at Qin Yao who was holding up the teacup with gleaming eyes, clenched his fists and muttered again: "Drink, drink quickly, why are you wasting your time."

"Nephew Qin Yao, what are you doing?" Just as Qin Yao was going out with his tea cup, a sleepy-eyed Mao Shanming happened to come to the door.

"I'm going to pour this glass of water away..."

"It's a pity to throw it away. I happen to be thirsty." Mao Shanming said, taking the tea cup and drinking it hard.

"Hey..." Qin Yao never thought that he would snatch the cup, but as soon as he said a word, he saw Mao Shanming finish the water.

"Hiccup." Mao Shanming burped and returned the cup to Qin Yao's hand: "What do you want to say?"

Qin Yao opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

"I'll go back if it's okay." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mao Shanming waved his hand, turned around and said.

"Uncle Master..."

"What's wrong?" Mao Shanming turned his head.

"If, I mean if, you feel any discomfort later, come to me as soon as possible." Qin Yao said hesitantly.

Mao Shanming: "???"

It was just a glass of water, why did he say it so fearfully?

Half an hour later.

In the room, Mao Shanming kicked off the quilt, reached out to unbutton his inner clothes, and suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

For some reason, his heart seemed to be suddenly on fire. He was so hot that he wanted to vent his anger.

Fortunately, my mind was still clear and I didn't run out naked.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, tied the belt that he had just untied, Mao Shanming lit the oil lamp, opened the window, and took a deep breath in the cold night wind.

Just doing this still has no effect. The body controls the mind and starts to fantasize about some things that are not suitable for children.

"No, I've been hit." Mao Shanming slapped himself hard, sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to circulate the magic power in his body, spreading throughout his body, and driving away abnormalities.

Wisps of white smoke emerged from the top of his head, and beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

Like a hot towel put into the snow.

…

the next day.

early morning.

When Qin Yao was washing in the yard, he kept looking at Mao Shanming's room, secretly thinking that maybe he was too sensitive, and the female ghost was not stupid, so she should not be able to poison Yizhuang.

However, more than half an hour later, the specially hired chef brought the food to the table, and Mao Shanming hadn't even left the room yet... This was a bit abnormal.

"Uncle Master, are you in the room?" Qin Yao knocked on the wooden door.

"I'm here." Mao Shanming's extremely weak voice came from the room.

"Are you okay? Your voice doesn't sound good."

Mao Shanming coughed twice: "It's nothing. I just caught a cold last night and I feel a little uncomfortable. By the way, don't wait for me to eat."

Qin Yao was doubtful, but he had to go to Fucheng today to review the construction of Chenghuang Department Store. He didn't have time to stay here and talk too much: "As long as you are fine, I will go there first."

"Wait..." At this time, Mao Shanming suddenly shouted: "Nephew, who gave you the cup of tea yesterday?"

"Xiao Wenjun gave it to me." Qin Yao's heart moved: "Is there something wrong with the tea?"

In the room, the pale Mao Shanming's mouth twitched: "No problem, I just asked casually, nephew, you don't need to take it to heart."

After hearing what he said, Qin Yao immediately understood that there must be something wrong with the tea, but the problem shouldn't be major, it was probably a prank.

Too lazy to say anything about Maoshan Ming, Qin Yao turned around and walked outside Yizhuang.

The rapid rise and fall of the Progressive Society greatly stimulated him. Not only did it make him truly feel the power of power, it also made him think through many things and have a clearer understanding and plan for his future.

The essence of rights is the institutional power to force the other party to obey, based on the principle of coercion.

To put it simply and one-sidedly, power means the domination and control of one person over another. For example, in the imperial court, the emperor rules over the officials. To the officials, he is the right itself. In a company, the big boss controls your specific behavior during working hours. For employees, the big boss is the right itself.

To be more detailed, the more people a person can control, the greater his influence on society, and his power will increase accordingly. When he is expected by thousands of people, the gods and ghosts will change!

In other words, even gods and Buddhas would not dare to despise the hope of billions of people!

Of course, Qin Yao had no intention of being a warlord in the Republic of China. This line was too dangerous and the cause and effect was too great. Being struck by lightning was a trivial matter. He might be harmonized at some point. But it’s not a bad idea to find another way and gather people from other places...

Chenghuang Street and Chenghuang Temple Market were originally just an industrial chain created to win over Chen Chenghuang. Now it seems that they can be given a deeper, heavier, and broader mission!

That's why he planned to leave for Fucheng. As for Ren Tingting...

The love between children has never been in his life plan!

"How have you been lately? You haven't had any trouble?" In the big boss' office on the top floor of Chenghuang Department Store, Qin Yao stood by the window sill, looking down at the low buildings around him.

Ren Tingting stood upright behind him and said softly: "There is a little trouble. It is being dealt with. The result is not out yet, so I didn't go to you."

"What's the trouble?" Qin Yao turned his eyes and asked.

Obviously she is also a partner, not his subordinate, but at this moment when he is staring at her, Ren Tingting can't help but feel nervous: "It's a gang of beggars who want to collect the cover fee."

"Beggars Gang..." Qin Yao couldn't help but clicked his tongue when he heard the name of this organization again.

Upgrade to fight monsters?

I just solved a beggar gang at the township level, and immediately encountered a beggar gang at the prefecture level. If my business becomes bigger in the future, will I still encounter a beggar gang at the provincial level?

damn it.

Annoying or not.

"How did you handle it?"

"I contacted the police department and said they would help with the matter. We are still waiting for news," Ren Tingting said.

At the beginning of the third year of the Republic of China, that is, at the beginning of this year, the Beiyang Group established a security police brigade in the capital. Since then, all provincial cities, prefectures, and towns have responded and established police departments as law enforcement agencies.

This period is the worst of times, but it is also the middle line that divides the old and new worlds. At a larger scale, new ideas compete with old ideas; at a smaller scale, robes, mandarin jackets, and suits and leather shoes coexist.

Qin Yao doesn't care whether he chooses black or white. As long as he can use it, a black cat or a white cat can catch mice.

The beggar gang is this rat that slithered up to his feet!