Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 574 Another bowl of fat sausage noodles

   "Gao Yang, it's been three days, what is that Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"

  During the phone call, Chen Yidong, the boss of the Dragon Mark Club, was obviously impatient.

  Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "You may not believe the boss. He is going door to door to persuade children to go to school. He cleans the buildings every day, and has never done anything else."

  Chen Yidong was stunned for a moment: "Use this kind of inexplicable thing to scare me, are you a traitor?"

Gao Yang explained: "Not yet... No, boss, listen to me, he really hasn't done anything serious in the past three days. It's not just him, the entire art club seems to have fallen silent, and everyone has nothing to do. Doing something right."

   "How many leaders are there in the art club?" Chen Yidong asked.

"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiaoqi," Gao Yang said, "That Xiaoqi is doing infrastructure construction for the owners of the four buildings every day, and Luo Wanya is taking our newcomers to do team building every day. They don't go out to kill people, and they don't do business, but they don't do anything that has anything to do with the club's business."

"By the way, the art club has wiped out four clubs before, black water, big pendulum, and meteor hammer. I want to buy a watch. There are hundreds of people. Where are they going?" Chen Yidong asked: Are the art clubs gone, or are they all killed? When PCE handed over people, they only handed in 30."

  Gao Yang explained: "They are all stacking cardboard boxes, stepping on sewing machines, and assembling electronic components."

   "What the hell?" Chen Yidong was obviously taken aback.

Gao Yang said: "Xiaoqi vacated the top three floors of the Big Pendulum Building for them, then installed iron doors and locked them, and asked them to carry out some kind of 'labor reform' inside, and make money for the art club by the way. Now , these people can be regarded as one of the main businesses of the art club, and the cash flow is not bad..."

  Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa, dazed for a while.

  The federal prison environment is much better than the slums, and there is no such thing as labor reform.

  His family has been in clubs since their grandparents, and after decades of being in clubs, they never thought they could make money in this way... The point is, it’s too weird for clubs to make money in this way!

   It's too old!

  In this way, how can there be money from human trafficking, chemicals, and organs?

  Chen Yidong couldn't bear to look straight at the thought of hundreds of strong men stepping on sewing machines in the big pendulum building.

   "Okay, no ink stains anymore," Chen Yidong sneered, "You already know Zhang Qinghuan's whereabouts, right?"

   "Well, I have mastered it, but boss, will this Zhang Qinghuan be protected by experts?"

   "Okay, I'll send someone to kill him today. Is it just an F-level genetic warrior? Can there be any master around him? He is no longer worthy of my continued attention."

   "Well, okay," Gao Yang hung up the phone.

   Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: "Gao Yang, come and continue team building with your family!"

"I'm coming!"

  In the eighth district, two motorcycles galloped out of the courtyard of Longwen Villa and headed for the ninth district.

  …

  …

   "Aren't we going to expand the territory?" Jiang Mubei asked this question with deep doubts in his heart.

  The two masters of Spades are well aware of the strength of the art club, and there is no problem with the more than one hundred genetic fighters pushing the entire lower three districts.

   Moreover, now Jiang Mubei feels a little bit devoted to his career.

  If what this art club is doing is oppressing the poor, then the two masters of spades are at most just spectators, and maybe they will do harm to the people.

  But now it is different. They found that what the art clubs are going to do is the same as them.

   does better than spades.

As a result, Jiang Mubei's heart became hot again. He wished he could discuss with Xu Linsen and directly help the art club to make a deal, so that the poor in the lower three districts of City 22 could also usher in the bright future sooner. one day.

  So Jiang Mubei, an impatient man, was a little anxious when he saw that the art club was not doing business...

  More anxious than art clubs.

It's just that Zhang Qinghuan didn't care about it: "Don't worry, it's the process of building a model. In the ninth district and even the lower three districts, there are still many people who don't know the existence of the pigeon cage, so we won't get help from the people if we fight there." .Now we light up four buildings, and then deliberately spread it, and it will naturally become a topic. You see, those people are called to visit."

  Sitting in the noodle shop, Zhang Qinghuan pointed to the crowd passing by the door: "No one can stop their desire to make life better. The lights in District 9 are enough to light up their desire."

  Jiang Mubei murmured: "If I hadn't seen the light, I could have endured the darkness."

"That's right," Zhang Qing happily said with a chuckle: "And there is another problem, that is, all associations have to provide donations to their superiors. The associations provide PCE, PCE supplies the councilors above them, and the councilors belong to the consortium. If If the art club changes the balance with great fanfare, it will definitely be noticed, so although the action must be fast, it must be steady."

   "You came up with this all?" Jiang Mubei wondered, his subtext was, can you come up with such a serious idea?

  Zhang Qinghuan admitted frankly: "This is what Lao Luo said."

  At this time, Qing Chen suddenly said: "I understand, so we have to wait for something to happen in the city, and wait until PCE has no time to take care of us, and then expand rapidly!"

   "Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.

Qing Chen said: "Why don't we go and assassinate the members of the Jindai Consortium? I know a man named Shendai Yunluo drinks at the Black Swan restaurant in the fourth district every day, and walks alone every morning. I work at the Black Swan restaurant." As a waiter. Kill him, and the Upper Sixth District will definitely be in chaos."

Zhang Qinghuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know the Shendai Yunluo you're talking about. It's a famous nobleman from City No. 22. That's A-level. We don't have enough teeth. Just wait for the chaos. There's nothing we can do about it." Create chaos yourself."

  As soon as these words came out, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other, leaving the PCE Public Security Management Committee with no time to take care of the lower three districts. This matter can actually be done by the two of them.

   Wouldn't it be nice to create chaos elsewhere?

  At this time, Jiang Mubei whispered: "Boss, are we going to help them create chaos?"

   "It can be considered," Xu Linsen nodded: "After all, the early liberation of the lower three districts can also free more people from suffering."

   "But the problem is that we are members of spades, and not really members of the art club," Jiang Mubei said, "I think this is their own business, and it's better for them to do it themselves."

  Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: "If he can really do things we can't, then what's the point of letting him be the Joker of Spades, I don't mind."

  Jiang Mubei was stunned for a while: "Boss, you..."

   "Needless to say, we're going to create chaos tonight," Xu Linsen said, with some determination under his calm face. The meaning of their Spades' existence is not for power, but for a certain ideal.

  As long as things can be done, Xu Linsen's personal gains and losses are not important.

  In fact, Xu Linsen has also realized their limitations. After all, more than half of Spades are wilderness people. Their vision and pattern are doomed to be difficult to complete this matter independently.

   Now, he already knows how ambitious the person behind this art club is.

  Jiang Mubei whispered: "Let him be the Joker? We don't even know where he is yet, so how can we make him the Joker."

   As soon as the words finished, Qing Chen raised his hand suddenly: "Boss, have another bowl of fat intestine noodles."

  Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears, turned his head and shouted: "You can add more noodles, why are you so loud!?"

  (end of this chapter)