Zhang Chu extinguished the fire.

However, the Black Tiger Hall has entered a stage of rapid development.

The bigwigs of the Black Tiger Hall, prompted by the heavy task that Zhang Chu pressed on their heads, all of them were desperately recruiting people and making money like crazy.

Including Han Baohu's group, too.

Zhang Chu's task, and no one was targeted, it was treated equally, and Han Baohu had no reason to refuse to carry it out, unless he didn't want the position of the big guy and the territory under his hands.

So, those families with strong men in the sycamore are blessed!

Often, this big brother finishes delivering oil and rice on the front foot, and the next big brother comes to the door with pork on the back foot......

Several teams grabbed the same strong man's oolong, and there were several cases.

The problem of manpower is not too difficult to solve.

As long as you are willing to pay, you can always get it!

But the matter of money is not so easy to solve!

I have to pay dozens of taels of silver to the hall a month!

Where does the money come from?

Just by collecting protection money?

I'm afraid I won't even be able to make up the odds!

You can't turn it in yourself, right?

Think about it!

There is a print money. (Loan shark)

There are hook-ups and secret prostitutes.

There are also gambling stalls......

These bigwigs in the Black Tiger Hall were really forced by Zhang Chu to have no choice, what to do to make money, and what to do quickly when making money.

Anyway, Zhang Chu said at the beginning that if something went wrong, he would carry it.

There are too many people, and the business will inevitably overlap, and it almost caused several fires and ......

If they weren't all afraid of making things happen to Zhang Chu, they might not be a little worse.

Zhang Chu's prestige is becoming more and more grand, and even Yu Er, the old man who has followed Zhang Chu since he entered the Black Tiger Hall, now sees Zhang Chu and sees the cat with the mouse, not to mention the other bigwigs.

Many bigwigs worked together, and miraculously made the sycamore, where the rats had to flee with tears, have a bit of "prosperity" momentum.

Of course, the premise is that gamblers and prostitutes (customers) are also counted as traffic, and gambling funds, prostitution funds, and profits from printing money are also counted as GDP.

Many gangs in the west of the city have a lot of opinions about Black Tiger Hall messing around like this.

All kinds of businesses in the west of the city are secretly divided into monopolies.

Sikaitang, for example, survives on a large trade in livestock, and even if a herd of livestock passes through the territory of other gangs, they will not scrape oil and water from it.

Another example is Feiyingtang, which makes a living by taking a cut from the oil-paper umbrella and folding fan business on Qinghua Street, and other gangs in the west of the city will not get involved in the oil-paper umbrella and folding fan business.

Gambling, prostitution and printing money, these three side businesses that come quickly with money, also have masters.

Gambling is the business of the Eight Men Gang.

Prostitution is the business of the brotherhood.

Printing money is the business of the Axe Gang.

This is also the reason why Zhang Chu didn't consider these side businesses at all when he first joined Black Tiger Hall.

Now the bigwigs of the Black Tiger Hall are messing around with such fanfare, which is tantamount to robbing other people's jobs, and the three major gangs certainly have a lot of opinions!

Within half a month, the note letters from the three major gangs were sent to Zhang Chu.

There is a handwritten letter from the deputy leader of the Eight Men Gang.

There is a handwritten letter from the leader of the Axe Gang.

There is a handwritten letter from the president of the fraternity.

The wording is extremely harsh, and if you don't stop immediately, we will step on your Black Tiger Hall tomorrow.

But after Zhang Chu read it, he laughed.

Flatten his Black Tiger Hall?

The Eight Gate Gang has this strength.

But if they want to attack Wutongli, they have to pass through the territory of the Flying Eagle Hall or the Sihai Hall first, and they must be willing to take a detour, and pass through the territory of the three small gangs of the Firewood Gang, the Axe Gang, and the Brotherhood.

The territory of the Axe Gang and the Brotherhood is bordered by Reconciliation Cow Street.

If they really want to attack Xie Niu Street, Zhang Chu will definitely pull up a banner to welcome them!

If they dare to make a move, Zhang Chu will have enough reason to swallow their territory!

Mixed gangs, but also pay attention to the famous teacher.

The-stirring stick that attacks other gangs at every turn will only be killed by other gangs.

......

Zhang Chu rarely goes to Tangkou these days.

Stay at home all day, polish martial arts without leaving home, and if you have free time, you will train the guards and the blood knife team.

Life is monotonous, but it's not boring at all.

Heavy snow days.

After Zhang Chu finished splitting the live pile as usual, he swallowed a large handful of ginseng slices.

As soon as the heat gushed out of his abdomen, he took off his shirt and stung his horse in the snow with his bare upper body, "Let's start!"

The big bear led three guards, one of whom carried a stick with a thick bowl mouth, and surrounded him, "Master Chu, are you ready?"

Zhang Chuyi gritted his teeth, "Come on!"

The four of them no longer hesitated, picked up the stick and whipped it Zhang Chu.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Bang Bang!"

The sound of whipping came and went.

The thick stick at the mouth of the bowl hit Zhang Chu with a red stick print, and after a while, it was as black as a black snake.

Li Gouzi and the others who were watching, although it was not the first time they had seen Zhang Chu do this, their eyelids still jumped.

This fucking is really ruthless!

How painful it is!

......

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts!

Zhang Chu is not a masochist, he can get pleasure from pain!

Nine pins of muscle training!

If you only rely on practicing fists, kicks, and blades to build muscles, it will take a year and a half to achieve anything.

Zhang Chu didn't have that patience.

Even if he could practice three times a day, one day would be worth three days for other Nine Rank Martial Artists, he still felt that it was too slow!

Now everyone looks at him like a tiger.

But he knew in his heart that everything he had now was based on his personal force.

There is no strong reinforcement from outside.

There is no backer after that.

There are a lot of enemies who want to kill him!

Only by continuing to grow stronger and constantly opening up the gap with those enemies can he truly sit back and relax!

That's why he chose such a cruel way of cultivation!

Borrow external force and forcibly boil up the muscles!

What does that mean?

Anything that doesn't kill you, will make you stronger!

......

After a while, Zhang Chu couldn't find a piece of white and good meat on his body.

There were jet-black stick marks everywhere, stripes and criss-crosses, like tattoos, even on the neck.

Da Xiong took the stick and searched back and forth on him several times, but he couldn't find a place to start, he couldn't bear to stop, and asked in a low voice, "Master Chu, do you want to continue?"

Zhang Chu was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his steel teeth were almost bitten out to bleed.

At this time, he had just finished digesting the large handful of ginseng slices, and the blood qi in his body had just returned to its peak state, and he was constantly repairing his damaged muscles.

"Go on!"

He squeezed two words out between his teeth.

Big Bear sighed, glanced at the other three guards, and said in a deep voice, "Go on!"

The three of them had no choice but to swing the stick again and whip Zhang Chu.

In the distance, Zhang, who was supported by Zhang Chu to the kitchen, appeared in the corner of the courtyard from time to time, and his hands were still covering Li Youniang's eyes in his arms, preventing her from watching this scene.

Li Youniang could only desperately look at Zhang Chu in the courtyard from Zhang's fingers.

The eyes of the two women, an old man and a young woman, were flashing with tears.

......

After a stick of incense, Zhang Chu, who was almost unconscious, was carried into the bedroom by the guards.

There, a bucket of steaming medicinal soup had already been prepared.