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Knocking on the back door of Yanwang's Mansion, Wang Xiaohu, dressed in a lily robe, took a deep breath and wanted to calm down, but when the back door opened and he walked into Yanwang's Mansion, he really couldn't calm down, and his eyes swept over from the dark, and goosebumps came out of his body.

Song Changdao glanced at him, and then led him into the study of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Wang Xiaohu crossed the high threshold, the smell of pen and ink came, a young man was practicing calligraphy behind his back, Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to make a noise, Song Changdao didn't know where to run, he stood at the door embarrassedly, so he abandoned him aside, it must be a face-breaker, but think about stepping on his own face It is His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, what are you angry about, the status of the two of them is too different.

"Wang Xiaohu, nearly forty years old, one-armed, came to Hangzhou alone ten years ago, with ruthlessness and morality, to establish a Tiger Roar Gang based in the west of Hangzhou, helping 320 people, the cultivation of first-class masters, the realm of small grandmasters, is it interesting for you to establish such a gang?" Fang Yun put down the brush and turned to look at Wang Xiaohu, who had a broken right arm, only to feel that he didn't have the aura of three religions and nine streams at all, more like a person in the army.

The Broken Arm King Xiaohu was slightly silent and spoke: "I don't know what His Royal Highness the Prince has to do, I don't think it's for my identity." ”

"I'm really not interested in knowing who you really are, but do you still want to break through the realm and re-enter the Little Grandmaster?" Fang Yun sat on the Taishi chair and smiled slightly.

Little Grandmaster, Wang Xiaohu's body shook, his fists clenched involuntarily, and he forcibly held back the expression on his face: "I don't know what His Highness needs me to do?" ”

"Don't you suspect that I can't do it?"

"Your Highness's scripture pavilion has so many secret books, if I still can't break through the new realm, I think it's my own problem."

"Someone will take you to the attic to choose a book, there is only one, after you have chosen..."

"Wang Xiaohu will be His Highness's person from now on, if there is the slightest disloyalty, the martial arts realm will retreat thousands of miles from now on."

"Okay, good, tell me what your gang will rely on to make money?"

Wang Xiaohu lowered his head and knew that everything was endless, no matter what His Royal Highness asked, just answer, little grandmaster, since he broke his right arm, the realm has regressed to the second-rate realm one day, even if he has practiced the left-handed knife and become a first-class master, what is the use?

"Generally, the store in the west of the city collects a care fee, there are two gambling houses, a green building, and some silver is borrowed from outside, and the accounts are collected in a high amount, which are the income of the gang."

"The gambling house and the Qinglou are kept, and the other aspects are thrown away, and there are still some consciences left in the gang, and those who have done all the evil things are killed for me."

"Kill, that's a bit much." Wang Xiaohu doesn't care about killing, but if all the evil things are done, there must be dozens of them, and if so many corpses appear in the west of the city the next day, the government will definitely find trouble.

"There's no way to fix this? So what use do I want from you? Fang Yun sneered.

"No more, no less, it will definitely be solved." Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to look up at this extremely handsome His Royal Highness, he only felt that he was moody, and his tone was soft just now, what his second lieutenant said was wrong, and his voice immediately became extremely cold.

"There is another question, if you are asked to take down all the gangs in Hangzhou within half a year, can you do it?"

Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but raise his head, only to feel that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, who was sitting on the chair, his eyes were like sharp swords, extremely dazzling, but he did exude the aura of a third-rate martial artist.

"Your Highness will send someone to help, if not, it will take a year in the next year!" Wang Xiaohu's tone at this time was like a military order, he was gambling, betting that he could find the cheats of Ruyi, so that he could break through the realm to the little grandmaster within a year, if he got to the little grandmaster, it should be very simple to sweep the gangs in Hangzhou City, after all, the strongest of the major gangs is the first-class martial artist.

As a small grandmaster, you can find a place to start a sect, even if there are not many people, there is no need to establish a gang This kind of third-rate force is completely unnecessary, everyone is from the rivers and lakes, I said what kind of sect I am, what gang you say you are, naturally the sect should be looked down upon, don't care what gang you are, in the upper echelons of the rivers and lakes, you will always be looked down upon.

Fang Yun glanced at him, waved his hand to let him retreat, and asked Song Changdao to lead him to choose a cheatbook, as for why he wanted to master the lowest gang in the rivers and lakes, it was because the gang belonged to the lower ninth rate and had the most contact with the bottom, but there were also many people, which was convenient for him to do something, that is, public opinion.

The gangs at the bottom of the rivers and lakes are often overwhelmed, although the martial arts are not high, but the fight is all about the number of people, if the control is good, it is very convenient for Fang Yun to do some things, he can spread the news at any time, or open some restaurants, collect news, but this is not the most important thing, what he wants to do is the news broadcast in the 21st century, control public opinion, is equal to controlling everything.

So public opinion is what Fang Yun plans to do, open a restaurant, find a storyteller, change his image, change the image of Yan Wangfu, and praise the image of Yan Yun Tieqi, this is the first thing to do, and then build momentum little by little, publicize all kinds of favorable situations, or publicize some things he wants to say, anyway, mastering these is mastering the facts.

For example, Yanyun Tieqi was slandered as a group of executioners who ate people and did not spit out bones, which was really chilling, and some scholars only felt that they should not kill so many Liao people, and should use Confucian methods of education.

Scholars think that Yanyun Tieqi is very bad, then the whole Jiangnan thinks that Yanyun Tieqi is really bad, it is just a group of butchers, after all, the scholars are all knowledgeable and talented people, they all say so, what can the common people think of a group of soldiers who can only ride horses and fight?

King Yan, who first arrived in Hangzhou, was actually a little out of place here, but Fang Yi didn't care about this, because he was powerful enough, but since Fang Yun became His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, he had thought a lot in his head, although it was impossible to achieve, but what should be done must be done, it was better to take his time than to do nothing.

The news of the 21st century, as well as Sina Weibo on the Internet, and WeChat Moments, are all places where public opinion is distributed.

For example, a storyteller said to everyone that there is a two-meter-high tiger outside the city, and many people may not believe it, but two storytellers, three, and four all say so, and don't mention the common people, even if the people in the rivers and lakes and the reader may believe it.

And with the few gang members under Wang Xiaohu alone, they will definitely not be able to do this, this natural academic has a specialization, and Fang Yun needs to borrow people.