"What? You want me to start a gang and pay to support me? ”

Wang Yaqiao was secretly asked out by Wang Mengxiong, and within three sentences, he jumped up by the news.

"Don't say I'm not a gang member of the mixed society, even if I have that heart, where will you get the money to support me? You must know that the establishment of a gang in Shanghai not only requires manpower, but more importantly, it must have huge financial support. To maintain a functioning gang, the amount of money needed every day is not a small amount. How can you take it out of your child? ”

In Wang Mengxiong's memory, this Wang Yaqiao is the leader of the Axe Gang, not only is he powerful on the beach, but even the principal Jiang who is in charge of power is afraid to the core. Not to mention those traitors and traitors, big and small, as long as they heard that they were being targeted by Wang Yaqiao, they were about to die of fright.

"I didn't expect him to be an idealist at this time, I don't know what caused him to change his faith and solve the problem through assassination and violence?"

Although there are some differences between the current Wang Yaqiao and the memory, this does not prevent Wang Mengxiong from convincing him.

"Uncle Wang, you are now doing hard labor during the day and sleeping on the road at night, and this kind of hard work is compared with those rich people who have the power and money, one in the sky and the other in the ground. Is it because you don't work hard? Or is it because you don't have a good background? No, even a farmer who cultivates the land will say, the prince will have a kind of Xiangning? Everything depends on the efforts of the day after tomorrow, trying to make oneself live a good life, and trying to make more poor people live a good life, which is the result of the pursuit of Anarchism. If you count on the benevolence of those who are rich and powerful, what is the difference between eating and waiting for death? ”

Anarchism was only encountered by Wang Yaqiao after he came to Shanghai and got acquainted with Jing Dingcheng, that is, no-**ism. The root of no-**ism lies in not believing in **, so Wang Mengxiong's words are completely in his heart.

If you want to talk about revolution, Wang Yaqiao served as the commander of the army in Hefei in the early years of the Republic of China. Later, because of factional pressure, he ran to Shanghai with a group of brothers. But three or four years later, those brothers still suffered with him. Although everyone has no complaints, after all, they don't want to go.

"Do you have what it takes?"

Wang Yaqiao was moved, looked at the half-old child, and waited for his answer.

Wang Mengxiong said in his heart that he was afraid that you would not be moved, as long as you have this thought, it will be easy to do! took out the check left by Kong Xi from his pocket and slowly pushed it in front of Wang Yaqiao.

"Here's a cash check from Citibank, I'll see how much money you have?"

Wang Yaqiao picked up the check, and when he saw the amount clearly, his fingers trembled, and he almost couldn't hold it.

"Oh my God! You are a child, where did you get such a huge sum of money? If you have so much money, how can you stoop to the circus? That's enough for your entire circus troupe to live without food and clothing for the rest of your life! ”

Wang Yaqiao was completely stunned by the long list of zeros on the check, although he had also been the commander of the army, but it was thirty or fifty people, a dozen guns, and there were not many times when he really held power. 200,000 yuan, not fiat currency but dollars, this is almost a height that ordinary people can't reach in a lifetime, how can a seven or eight-year-old child actually do it, how can he not be shocked.

Wang Mengxiong was very satisfied with his attitude, put the check back away, and said in a sincere tone: "Uncle Wang, these 200,000 yuan is our confidence." In addition, my master Du Xinwu must have heard of him, he is the double dragon head of the Green Gang and the Red Gate. If any blind guy comes to your trouble and reports my master's name, anyone will have to give a thin face! ”

Some people are unknown, and it is possible that they have not put him in the right place. When Wang Yaqiao was working as a coolie, he never imagined that he would have such a beautiful time. After passively gathering his brothers together to announce this decision, he did not expect to receive the warmest welcome. The old brothers all unconditionally supported his decision, but asked him why he did it.

An auspicious day of the zodiac was chosen, and the Axe Gang opened. Some acquaintances sent red silk to celebrate the founding of the Axe Gang. The most dazzling thing is that Wang Mengxiong asked people to send 100 shiny axes specially customized, which made many people who came to congratulate the gift appreciate.

Wang Mengxiong did not show up at the ceremony, and he no longer needed to appear in person for such small things. The last thing he wanted to do was transfer the money out of Citibank. In any case, the Yankees still have a lot of restrictions, and he wants to find a good financial institution so that the $200,000 will not shrink.

But before he could figure out which one to choose, the brother sent by Wang Yaqiao called him away again.

"Young Master Wang, our boss has something urgent to look for you! Come with me, shall you? ”

The ceremony was on a Sunday, just in time for Wang Mengxiong to go to class. He had already agreed to accompany Gu Chuanqi to the Bund to play, but now he soaked in the soup again, so that he could calm her down with a big mouth, and then followed Wang Yaqiao's brothers to the station of the Axe Gang.

It's a small self-contained building, with ivy-wrapped courtyard walls and earth-gray concrete buildings, which make this small building look very unremarkable on the outside. However, when Wang Mengxiong came, the smell of firecrackers still remained in the air, and some fine red confetti was still covered on both sides of the road, occasionally dancing with the breeze, like red leaves falling in late autumn.

Wang Mengxiong and the others walked through the back door, and after entering the small building, they came to a floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, where Wang Yaqiao was standing there looking at the black and oppressive figure coming out of the courtyard door outside in a daze. Hearing the knock on the door, he quickly turned his head and said with relief: "Wang Fan, you're here!" Come and see, what can we do with these uninvited guests? ”

Looking out of the glass window of the balcony, a large group of young men dressed in black and short clothes gathered outside the courtyard gate, shouting noisily, not looking at the orderly Axe Gang with shiny axes pinned to their waists.

Wang Mengxiong only glanced at it and frowned. "Do you know where it is? I remember that whether it was the Green Gang or the Red Gate, they had you worship before, right? ”

Wang Yaqiao was also annoyed that countless gangs were rising and dying every day in Shanghai. As long as the etiquette is exhausted, usually the black and white dishes will always give some thin noodles, and they will not choose to make trouble when they have just opened. But there is one exception, that is, there was a deep hatred before, and the grudge was formed that could not be resolved. However, he thought that he had not offended anyone, Wang Fan was a child, and it was impossible for him to make enemies. The most important thing is that at Wang Fan's request, he kept it a secret from the outside world, except for a few people, no one knew that this child was actually the behind-the-scenes talker of the Axe Gang.

"These people look very raw, and they have confirmed with the black and white people who came to congratulate them, and they are not people they know."

Wang Mengxiong nodded, and said a little strangely: "Since that's the case, then what are you waiting for?" Everyone is coming to the door, what kind of affection do you have? If you don't kill the prestige of these people, the rivers and lakes still think that the Axe Gang is a paper tiger, which is easy to bully! ”

Wang Yaqiao glanced at Wang Mengxiong, who was expressionless, his scalp was numb, and the original trace of temptation disappeared completely. He didn't expect Wang Mengxiong, a seven-year-old child, to be so decisive, it seems that people who can earn 200,000 yuan in a short period of time, no matter how old they are, should not be underestimated.

Wang Yaqiao waved his hand behind him, and a young man with a long scar on his left cheek ran over.

"Helper, what do you command?"

"Tell the brothers hiding in the building, copy the guy, do it!"