Chapter 87: The First Congress of the Red Flower Society1

"It's some private matters of my father-in-law." , Chen Jialuo casually put away the yellow paper, but the secret of Qianlong's life experience does not need to be clarified with him, although Tianjing Bacheng has already read this suicide note, but he can delay it for a while if he doesn't say it.

Before Tianjing saw Chen Jialuo, he imagined countless reactions that he might make, either shocked, dumbfounded, or at a loss, but he never thought that he would be so bland after reading this shocking secret, he was unprepared for it, and the words he had prepared to persuade Chen Jialuo could only be swallowed in his stomach; "Amitabha, since the relics of the old helmsman have been handed over to the helmsman Chen, and the task assigned by the abbot to the old man has been completed, the old man will take his leave."

After saying that, Tianjing got up and went to the door to take it, Chen Jialuo hurriedly got up and pretended to stay, "Master, please stay, now that Shaolin has been burned to the ground by Tartars, does the master have a suitable place to go?" If not, it's better to stay in my safflower for a while longer. ”

"That's fine!" , Tianjing got off the donkey, and he didn't understand why he was so calm after seeing the suicide note, as long as he kept following Chen Jialuo, he could always see some clues.

Chen Jialuo didn't expect Tianjing to be so thick-skinned, just a little politeness became a lifting stone to shoot himself in the foot, he knew that he would replace the master just now with a Taoist friend, but he scolded angrily in his heart but had a smile on his face, "That's good, I have heard for a long time that the master is superb in Buddhism and profound in martial arts, and I will often ask the master for advice in the future!" ”

After placing the heavenly mirror, Chen Jialuo didn't know what to do with Yu Wanting's relics, and he couldn't carry them with him, so he would definitely not be at ease if he handed them over to others, and it seemed a little inappropriate to burn them; The head is big, it's better to keep it by your side when you're in Hangzhou, and I'll find a way to deal with it before I go to the capital. Chen Jialuo returned to the bedroom arranged by Ma Shanjun for himself, put the burden and clothes in the cabinet, hid the suicide note, sat cross-legged on the bed and carefully thought about the topic of the first standing committee of the Red Flower Society at night, for any community, the organizational work is the top priority, the current organizational structure of the Red Flower Society is very loose, which is not conducive to the growth of the organization, and must be transformed. There is capital to carry out reforms.

It's a pity that Brother Twelve can't come back, although he believes that Xinyan will not rebel, but Chen Jialuo did not pin all his hopes on his personal loyalty, leaving Shi Shuangying in Beijing did not mean to spy on him, and cutting off the possibility of him facing temptation is the best way to maintain loyalty. But the result of this was that the most trusted subordinates were unable to attend the evening meeting, and Chen Jialuo was missing a powerful arm.

Who will be their supporters, who will be their opponents, who can be won over, and who cannot be convinced? Why do they support themselves and why do they oppose them? Chen Jialuo went through the background information of the remaining twelve leaders of the Red Flower Society again, and imagined the possible changes in his memory.

"Helmsman, it's time for dinner!" Before I knew it, a noon had passed, and Ma Shanjun shouted outside the door, "All the leaders are waiting outside to meet the chief helmsman!" ”

"Okay, I'll come out now!" , Chen Jialuo touched the suicide note on his chest, pushed open the door and walked out, followed Ma Shanjun to the front yard, Wuchen Dao Chang, Zhao Banshan and Luo Bing and others were noisy and talking about something, seeing Chen Jialuo coming over to greet him, Chen Jialuo came to the top seat and sat down, "Brothers, sisters-in-law, there are still important matters to discuss tonight, so I won't drink this wine!" I'll have a drink with everyone tomorrow! ”

Except for a few monks such as Tianjing Zen Master and Wuchen Dao Master, the one present was not a person who drank too much, and they were suffocated by the lack of alcohol during this meal; After dinner, Lu Feiqing, Tianjing Zen Master and Huo Qingtong sisters said goodbye one after another, and Ma Shanjun led the people of the Red Flower Society to the secret room. The congregation of the Hangzhou rudder was guarded from afar around the secret room, and Ma Shanjun helped them get tea and was about to leave.

Chen Jialuo shouted, "Brother Ma, you are the helmsman of the Hangzhou rudder, let's discuss it together!" Chen Jialuo looked at the table, always feeling that something was missing, "I'm tired of Brother Ma to get some paper and pencil again!" I still want to do the things that take minutes of the meeting.

With the help of Ma Shanjun to get the pen and paper, Chen Jialuo looked at his team one by one, the second master of the soul-chasing sword Wuchen Daochang, the third master of the thousand-handed Rulai Zhao Banshan, the fifth master of the black Wuchang Hezhi, the sixth master of the white Wuchang Bozhi, the eighth master of the tower Yang Chengxie, the tenth master Shi Dare to be Zhang Jin, the eleventh master of the mandarin duck knife Luo Bing, and the thirteenth master of the copper-headed crocodile Jiang Sigen. There are a total of fourteen leaders of the Red Flower Society, the old helmsman Yu Wanting, the fourth master Wen Tailai and the fourteenth master Jin Di Xiucai Yu Yutong have died, the seventh master Xu Tianhong was ordered to go to Shandong, and the ninth master Wei Chunhua is in Anxi Tiedanzhuang. Together with Chen Jialuo and Ma Shanjun, there are a total of ten people attending the meeting tonight.

I should rent a painting boat to go to the West Lake for a meeting, why didn't I think of it at the beginning! Just as regrettedly, Ma Shanjun came in with pen and ink, "Brother Raoma recorded it for us, and asked Brother Ma to sit next to me!" Meeting minutes are an important task that can record the resolutions reached at the meeting and guide the implementation after the meeting.

The expressions of the leaders below are different, some of them are talking to each other, some of them are wandering out of the world, most of them are rough men, they have never experienced this way of discussion, and they don't know what to do for a while, Chen Jialuo coughed, everyone stopped talking and focused on Chen Jialuo, Chen Jialuo opened his mouth and said, "Since the little brother has been the chief helmsman, he has always wanted to chat with your brothers and sisters-in-law, but this time is too busy, first the fourth brother Wen unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy, and he wanted to take out the treasure of King Chuang, In the end, he also went to the northwest to help Mu Lao Hero deal with the Qing army. Chen Jialuo put his credit without leaving a trace, "I finally have time today, and I ask you to speak bluntly, let's discuss this year's conference affairs!" ”

"But at the command of the helmsman!" , everyone responded in unison.

"Okay, I'll talk about the agenda for tonight's meeting first, the first half of the first half of the meeting, let's talk about the things in everyone's hands, and the second half of the year's arrangements!" , Chen Jialuo regarded this as the annual meeting of later generations, and Ma Shanjun wrote down Chen Jialuo's words carefully while speaking; Seeing that none of them objected, Chen Jialuo continued, "Then let's start with me first." ”