"Submit to me!"
"Or die!"
These words traveled a few hundred meters and fell into Mao Dun Hua's ears.
Today, he and the Xiangjiang Drug Addiction Agency came to Temple Street to promote drug rehabilitation and happened to see this scene.
Watching this scene, he mumbled," Xiangjiang City is going to have a king..."
Chen Zhongying, the founding elder of the Maodun Chinese Martial Arts School, had met countless Jianghu giants in Xiangjiang City in his life, such as Jiang Tiansheng, Camel, and even met the former head of Hongxing, Jiang Zhen, and the former head of East Star, Shui Ling, and Luo Zhengwu. They even had tea together.
However! No one had ever been as indescribable as Chu Wenxiong!
In Temple Street, the elite lackey of the Zhongqing Society was one in a hundred. He did not expect that he would be defeated by the scoundrel of Ciyun Mountain. He was not even a match for him.
In addition to the fact that the four crabs of the Ding family were crippled, they had already lost their fighting spirit.
"Ping Ling Pang Lang"
Someone gulped and dropped the machete.
Everything was difficult at the beginning. With the first, there would be a second.
The machete fell to the ground like a Dogonomi card.
Chu Wenxiong was very satisfied." Very good. Let's deal with the loose ends together and let Temple Street resume business immediately!" Go and tell the other clubs in Temple Street that I, Chu Wenxiong, will be planting flags here today. Luo Tianhong, Tony, Ah Bao, you guys lead a team to sweep away the other small clubs in Temple Street!”
It was raining heavily.
Luo Tianhong used his actions to express his words. He turned around and rushed out. Tony and the others quickly followed.
Half an hour later.
When the neighbors on Temple Street saw that the battle had ended, they quickly came out to help clean up.
In Temple Street, they were used to the short mules showing off their horses. Sometimes, fighting over stalls would even lead to bloody battles. At this moment, doing business was the most important thing for them.
The summer storm would soon stop, and they would have to set up a night market at night!
……
By five o'clock in the evening, the three streets and six alleys of Temple Street had been completely cleaned.
Congratulations to the host for completing the Temple Street uniform. You have received 10 million yuan and 10 sets of clothing machines!
The space was suddenly filled with sewing machines.
There were all kinds of varieties.
Just from the appearance alone, it was much more advanced than the ones from the 1980s.
Not bad.
They had just been rewarded with a batch of sewing machines on Qimiao Street.
Chu Wenxiong planned to use this batch of machines to set up A trap.
What he wanted to do was to make a product that was almost the same as the real thing.
In the 1980s, although the light industry in Xiangjiang City was declining, there were still many small factories producing A-grade goods.
But almost without exception, the products produced were defective.
This was a common occurrence in history, including Japan, Taiwan, America, and China. Any prosperous city, region, or country had experienced an era of pirated goods and counterfeit goods.
He had gone off topic.
Today's battle.
Chu Wenxiong didn't forget to put all the locked boxes and money into his space.
Compared to bragging and killing his friends, Chu Wenxiong's true specialty was to rob and rob. After all, he had the Dimensional Pocket.
This battle.
The Zhongqing Society no longer existed in the pugilistic world. It had been annexed by Chu Wenxiong and became history!
Nine-striped Dragon stood in front of Chu Wenxiong and reported the situation." Brother Dong, three of us were seriously injured, but no one died.”
"Do your best to treat the three seriously injured people. In the future, even if you can't do anything, get him a job in the group. In addition, immediately transfer 1,000 people from Ciyun Mountain to start work. We have to guard it well these few days to prevent other clubs from coming over to snatch our territory.”
Chu Wenxiong ordered immediately.
The result of this battle was not beyond his expectations. Before they arrived, Temple Street had already formed a kind of balance.
It had been peaceful for too long.
The most powerful of them all, the String Explosion, was already very old. He had not expected Chu Wenxiong to suddenly bring his men to clean up the scene.
The battle with the Zhongqing Society.
To capture the thief, one had to capture the king first. The four crabs of the Ding family were crippled, and the rest were scattered sand.
Luck played a part in this battle, but the key was to defend the territory well.
"I've already arranged for someone to be on the way." Although the nine-striped dragon's strength was not as good as Luo Tianhong's, he was an all-rounded talent.
Chu Wenxiong said in satisfaction,"
"Let our property management company settle down here. Investigate the stalls on Temple Street these few days. Once we secure this piece of land, we will start to divide the stalls. Small stalls will start from one square meter and will be divided with paint. We will manage them in a standardized manner. The shops with good locations will be sold to the stall owners in the form of auctions.”
"From today onwards, spread my word that the stall owners in Temple Street are not allowed to fight among themselves. Everyone is out to make money.”
"In addition, hire dozens of aunties to clean this place every day.”
"Wash off the oil stains on the ground with bleachers and cleaners. We want to give Xiangjiang a different Temple Street!”
The Nine-Vein Dragon's eyes lit up when he heard that.
As the most famous night market in Xiangjiang City, if Chu Wenxiong managed it the way he did, the protection fee for the moonlight would be in the tens of millions! Adding on the fees for the auction booth…this month's income would exceed 20 million!
As the two of them were talking, a voice came from the side." Excuse me, are you the Overlord of Ciyun Mountain?”
Chu Wenxiong turned around and saw that the old man in front of him was the one who had told him not to go to Temple Street and had even given him a cigarette.
He was followed by a young man in his twenties.
Chu Wenxiong changed his tone and said softly,""Uncle, I'm sorry to disturb your business today.”
His gentle tone and amiable attitude surprised the elderly stall owners beside him.
After all, they had all heard of the Overlord.
He was as cruel as he could be. He did not expect him to be such an easy-going person.
"It's fine, it's fine. We're used to it.”The old man rubbed his hands honestly." By the way, does Hong Tai still accept people? My nephew wants to join you."
Chu Wenxiong looked at the young man and said with a smile,""We are very strict in our recruitment. What is your name?”
"Su Su, Su Zhihui." The young man didn't know whether he was nervous or he was born with a stutter.
" Look at him!" The old man said angrily." I told him to choose a suitable major after he got into Xiangjiang University, but he actually wants to be a lawyer. He got his lawyer's license, but he was born with a stutter!" He Lian Sheng's Brother Fiery Bull doesn't want to take him in. I know you have a decent business and your salary is high. I... I want to find him a job as a typing staff.”
It turned out that the young man in front of him was Grand Master Su!
He joined He Lian Sheng because he stuttered and couldn't become a lawyer!
As for Brother Fire Bull, he was the right-hand man of Jordan's overlord, Lin Huaile.
The young people of this era either studied hard or became short mules. There was no other way out.
"You're Su Zhihui, right?" Chu Wenxiong asked with a smile.”
"Call…call…my Grand Master, Grand Master Su, Boss.”Grand Master Su said.
Chu Wenxiong nodded and said," It's a waste of your talent to be a typing staff. I'll give you a salary of 10,000 yuan for the time being. You're a university student and a lawyer. You know more than the average person." First, he had to familiarize himself with the company's work. How about this, you take care of Nine-striped Dragon these few days. He grew up in Temple Street.”
Grand Master Su raised his head, his eyes filled with hope.
As for the old man beside him, he was extremely excited. He had heard of the Overlord of Ciyun Mountain. He was extremely good to his subordinates. The rascals ate meat and drank milk. Their salary was three to four thousand yuan.
If his nephew was so valued, wouldn't he be able to soar in the future?!
He tugged at Grand Master Su's hand and reminded him,""Hurry up and thank me."
"Thank you, Boss Xie. Thank you, Brother Long!”Grand Master Su took another big step forward.
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