Purple Sword Society.

The name sounds rough and gives the impression that this is a club that is out of the way.

But in fact, the Purple Sword Society is a relatively famous chamber of commerce in Hangzhou.

It's just that the Chamber of Commerce of the Purple Sword Society is different from the general chamber of commerce that is not strictly organized, and the internal management of the Purple Sword Society has been very strict since its establishment.

The president of each chamber of commerce has the absolute right to speak in the Purple Sword Society.

The reason why this is so is only because the merchants who enter the Purple Sword Society are all doing the business of various underground forces in Hangzhou.

On the surface, they may all be serious businessmen. In fact, what the Purple Sword Club does is all shady businesses such as money laundering, dirty sales, smuggling, and smuggling.

Based on such business genes, the successive presidents of the Purple Sword Society have a hard indicator, that is, they must be recognized by the rulers of the underground forces in Hangzhou.

This is also the reason why people in Hangcheng who have an understanding of underground forces say that Lan Rulin is the person who was raised by the Black Dragon Hall.

The headquarters of the Purple Sword Society is located in the suburbs of Hangzhou, in the back hall of the Guandi Temple.

This place is very hidden, and it is impossible for anyone who has an in-depth understanding of the Purple Sword to guess what kind of chamber of commerce headquarters someone will set up here.

Generally, the Purple Sword Club will only convene all members on the last day of each month to hold a summary monthly meeting.

But these two days were different, and yesterday all the members gathered together for a general meeting. Today all the members are together again.

The content of the meeting was actually very simple, that is, to discuss how Lan Yu'er had offended Li Jun, and how the Purple Sword Society should calm Li Jun's anger.

At the meeting, before Lan Rulin could speak, Xiang Changlong, one of the four vice presidents, spoke first.

When discussing this matter yesterday, Xiang Changlong also volunteered to say that he would talk to Li Jun and strive to pay some money to calm the anger of the "third son".

But as soon as Xiang Changlong opened his mouth today, his tone suddenly changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I convened everyone to hold this meeting today, and the purpose was to tell you about President Lan's daughter who angered the 'third son'.

I don't want to beat around the bush with everyone, but when I went to see the third son yesterday, the third son had already given me a clear answer.

The third prince's original words were: 'He is not short of money, nor is he scarce of the little scattered silver of President Lan.' How to deal with this matter, he naturally has his plan in his heart. But first of all, President Lan must immediately hand over the position of the leader of the Purple Sword Society.

And the successor to the position of president, thanks to the third son's affordability, has designated me to take over to someone. ”

As soon as Xiang Changlong's words came out, the faces of everyone present changed greatly.

Some of the people who have daily interests with Xiang Changlong are naturally happy at this moment. Others, however, were surprised and disdainful.

After all, everyone is a member of the Chamber of Commerce, and when they joined the association, they all made an oath to Brother Guan that "righteousness is the first word, and wealth is shared".

Now that something has just happened to Lan Rulin, you Xiang Changlong can't wait to fall into the well, and this character is inevitably too low.

Many people looked at Lan Rulin, wanting to see if Lan Rulin had any means to deal with the current situation.

However, Lan Rulin's face was extremely difficult to see, and he was silent and couldn't say a word.

Some people who know Lan Rulin's identity and background will inevitably sigh silently in their hearts at this moment.

Lan Rulin joined the Purple Sword Society four years ago, and the person who recommended him to join the club was none other than Li Huai, the leading boss of the Black Dragon Hall today.

Before Lan Rulin joined the Guild, he used to be a well-known foreign trade merchant in Sioux City. But after the financial crisis, Lan Rulin's business deteriorated.

In the end, in order to save his business, Lan Rulin contacted Li Huai and joined the Purple Sword Society.

To put it bluntly, Lan Rulin was able to become the president of the Purple Sword Society, all thanks to Li Huai's support behind him.

And Li Huai's support for him was just to control the Purple Sword Society.

Although the Purple Sword Society's ability to fight and kill is not strong, in fact, its significance to all underground forces is far better than fighting and killing.

Lan Rulin's reason for being in the position made him not have the courage to disobey the Black Dragon Hall at all, because he did not have the capital to disobey at all.

There were a few members of the Purple Sword Society in the council hall who originally wanted to reprimand Xiang Changlong for Lan Rulin, but when they saw Lan Rulin's direct attitude, the words that had already reached their lips were immediately swallowed back.

Xiang Changlong also saw Lan Rulin's attitude, he laughed out loud, and actually got up and walked directly to Lan Rulin's side.

"President Lan, I believe you understand very well that the overall situation is now decided. In that case, why don't you get up and let me try what it feels like to sit in this chair?"

Slap in the face!

Slap the face firmly.

What is the difference between Xiang Changlong's approach at this time and the ancient prime minister suddenly asking the emperor to stand aside in front of hundreds of civil and military officials, saying that he wanted to try the feeling of sitting on the dragon chair?

No matter how jealous Lan Rulin was of the Black Dragon Hall, it was impossible for him to withstand such an insult from Xiang Changlong.

He looked at Xiang Changlong coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Xiang, leave a line for everything, and see each other in the future." Do you need to be so desperate to act?"

Xiang Changlong smiled faintly, his smile full of contempt.

"Brother Lan, you also said it. The reason why everything has to be left is to see each other in the future. But I want to ask you, is it really possible for us to meet again in the future?

Don't blame me for not reminding you, the third son is very angry this time. He said that the fish in the Qiantang River have been very thin lately, and it is time to feed them. ”

After Xiang Changlong finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Lan Rulin on the shoulder, Lan Rulin's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The meaning of Li Jun's words was basically understood by everyone present.

It's time for the fish of the Qiantang River to be fed, but what is that food? I'm afraid it's Lan Rulin's corpse.

"Yo yo yo. Why are the three roosters and four ducks so loud? The fish in the Qiantang River are all being fed by He Leiting, when is he qualified to feed them?"

More than 30 men in black suits, burly figures, and exuding a cold and evil aura all over their bodies, broke into the conference hall first.

They stood in two rows, and in an instant they surrounded the chamber.

Although Jiang Feng was not very interested in He Leiting's "honor guard", he had to admit that as soon as He Leiting's "honor guard" came out, his momentum came out in an instant.

After He Leiting's bodyguards took control of the scene, Jiang Feng and He Leiting slowly walked in from the entrance of the dam outside the conference hall.

He Leiting was originally the leader of the Brotherhood, and when his Brotherhood did not withdraw from the underground forces in Hangzhou, the Brotherhood has always been the leading force in the underground forces in Hangzhou.

Therefore, in the past, the Purple Sword Society basically survived by relying on Thunder's breath.

What's more important is that He Leiting has led the Brotherhood to withdraw from the underground forces in Hangzhou in the past two years, and it is not that others are not working.

On the contrary, it's because people are too awesome. It is so awesome that it already looks down on such a small plate as Hangzhou.

Therefore, He Leiting suddenly appeared at this moment, and no one in the Purple Sword Guild would not know him for a while, let alone dare to be disrespectful to him.

After everyone saw that it was He Leiting, they quickly got up and walked out, and greeted He Leiting with their hands: "Oh, Mr. He." What kind of fairy wind is this today, blowing your great god here? ”

"That's it, since Mr. He's business is getting bigger and bigger, we little people have long been out of Mr. He's eyes.

In the past two years, it has been more difficult to see Mr. He than to ascend to the sky. ”

"Yes, Mr. He, as soon as you leave, it means that we have lost the eaves of covering our heads. Without your protection, we have been living more and more bitterly in the past two years. ”

Everyone in the Purple Sword Guild greeted He Thundering one after another, after all, the Black Dragon Hall had ruled the underground forces in Hangzhou for a short time. Before this, the underground forces in Hangzhou were all He Leiting's final say.

Among them, the Purple Sword Club is also, He Leiting said one, and the Purple Sword Club would never dare to say two.

While the people of the Purple Sword Guild greeted He Leiting, Jiang Feng also accompanied He Leiting into the conference hall.

Along the way, He Leiting also greeted everyone with a smile on his face, with a sense of immediacy as an old friend reuniting after a long absence.

But when He Leiting walked to Xiang Changlong's side, suddenly He Leiting raised his hand and slapped Xiang Changlong in the face.

Syllable!

This slap is definitely not light, and the crisp sound makes people feel pain when they listen to it.

Xiang Changlong was suddenly slapped in the face, and his first reaction subconsciously was naturally anger.

When he glared at Xiang He Leiting, He Leiting did not hesitate to slap Xiang Changlong in a row four or five times in a row.

"Who are you staring at?"

"Who are you staring at?"

He Thunder instigated a slap and asked, and fanned a slap and asked.

Finally, when he stopped, half of Xiang Changlong's face was swollen, his mouth was open, and a mouthful of teeth kept drinking blood and spitting it out.

He Leiting swept his left foot and directly swept Xiang Changlong to the ground, and then he stepped on Xiang Changlong's face and said coldly: "Tell you three things." ”

"First, President Lan is the father of my brother's good friend, and his business is my brother's business, and my brother's business is my business. So the matter of President Lan, I congratulate the thunder cover.

Second, although I He Leiting haven't taken care of Hangcheng's affairs in the past two years, Hangcheng hasn't been able to see which cats and dogs jump up and down. I'll put a sentence here today, before dawn tomorrow, there will never be the name Black Dragon Hall in Hangzhou anymore.

Third, when I clean up the Black Dragon Hall, I will give you a day to pack up your things and leave Hangzhou. If you let me know you're still in Hangzhou, I'll make you regret not taking the time of the day to get out. ”

After He Leiting finished speaking, he directly kicked Xiang Changlong in the abdomen. Xiang Changlong's body slipped out on the ground, and he slipped out of the conference hall directly.

Xiang Changlong, who was seriously injured, could not get up from the ground for half a day.

He Leiting looked at Lan Rulin and said with a smile: "President Lan, do you dare to play with me He Leiting?"

If you win, you will have the final say in Hangzhou in the future.

If you lose the game, my brother is here, keep you safe. ”

ps: The day before yesterday, in order to catch up with the update, people in the Internet café code of the word. The keyboard of the green switch of the Internet café is a nightmare for me, a two-finger Zen master. 12,000 words down, the two index fingers seem to be put into boiling water and then taken out after cooking, and it hurts to type a word.