The lights are on.

The Qinglong Gang who went to the banquet dispersed in twos and threes.

Zhang Chu sent several high-level bosses to the carriage.

Before leaving, Hou Juntang summoned Zhang Chu to the carriage, and said lightly through the curtain: "Black Tiger Hall, I will hand it over to you...... I don't want next year's Black Tiger Hall to be the weakest of the three major halls!"

Zhang Chu bowed respectfully: "My subordinates understand that they must do their best!"

"Let's hand over to Elder Liu as soon as possible!"

"Young man, the Blue Dragon Gang will look at you in the future!"

Zhang Chu hurriedly said: "Helper, your subordinates have just taken office, you can point more to your subordinates." ”

"Hehe......"

A chuckle came from the carriage, "You Zhang Chu, you can take advantage of our old guys to balance Bufeng, Han Baohu and Chen Dao, you are very smart, I believe in your ability!"

Zhang Chu's heart was cold.

This gang leader is really not a foolish master!

"Then the county soldier Lord Cao Lu is over there......"

"Lord Lu, I have to say it, you don't have to worry about the pressure from the top, you should make drastic moves...... Including the Eight Gate Gang!"

Zhang Chu's heart was open, and he bowed down again and said, "My subordinates understand what to do." ”

"It's good to understand...... Let's go!"

Hearing this, the younger brother who was driving nodded at Zhang Chu, picked up the whip, and drove the horses towards Wutong.

Zhang Chu straightened up and glanced up at the bright moon in the sky.

Well, it's round!

It's like the face of a female star!

Everyone was almost gone, and the younger brothers under Zhang Chu came up and bowed their hands to Zhang Chu with a happy face: "Master Chu, no, hall master, congratulations!"

Zhang Chu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't pat yourself on the back, tell the kitchen, serve wine and meat, we won't get drunk tonight!"

All the little brothers shouted happily in unison: "If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

......

Liang Wufeng, who was sitting in the hall reading a book, saw Zhang Chu walk in and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Hall Master Zhang!"

Zhang Chu put the little tonic in his hand on the table, and looked at the little old man in surprise: "Yes, master, your news is well-informed enough!"

Liang Wufeng smiled, and seemed to be happy for him: "The entire cattle and sheep market is spreading, if I don't know yet, it's deaf!"

When he arrived, Zhang Chu was also very relaxed, sat on the chair with his body crooked, and said coaxingly: "It's not a big event, the position of the hall master of the Black Tiger Hall, sooner or later it will be mine, the helper just advanced this time!"

He is not modest.

Because what he says is true!

He was already the deputy hall master before, and after subduing Han Baohu, his words in the Black Tiger Hall were better than Liu Wu's.

Even if Liu Wu does not retreat to the helm and continues to stay in the Black Tiger Hall, he can only be a mascot who takes money, his order, out of the Black Tiger Hall, will get Zhang Chu here, what does he want to do, Zhang Chu does not nod, he will never be able to do it!

"Don't be too complacent!"

Liang Wufeng put down the scroll in his hand and admonished: "The gangs in the Allsky Mansion are not as simple as you see!"

Zhang Chu knew that the gang in Jintianfu was not so simple as it seemed, so he nodded, and immediately looked at him with great interest, "Master, I'm curious, when you were young, what kind of products were there?"

I used to have little knowledge, and I always had a preconceived idea that Liang Wufeng was a nine-grade when he was young...... After all, Liang Wufeng himself said that he used to be a dart master in the Weiyuan dart game.

How strong can a courier be?

But after getting along for a long time, he slowly discovered that this little old man is not simple!

Nine products?

Can Jiupin know so much secret news?

Can Jiupin casually throw out a complete Black Tiger Boxing book?

Jiupin can buy such a big family business, and no one has beaten his idea?

Hearing Zhang Chu's question, Liang Wufeng frowned and asked, "Have you entered the product?"

He still has a few thoughts about Zhang Chu's martial arts foundation building progress.

Zhang Chu was stunned, nodded and said, "The disciple is already a ninth grade!"

Liang Wufeng: "It's out?"

Zhang Chu continued to nod, so many people in the Qinglong Gang saw him do it yesterday, of course it had already been spread.

Liang Wufeng stroked his sparse snow-white beard and asked, "How many people know about your martial arts in April?"

Zhang Chu thought for a while and said, "There are many people who know...... But except for you and my mother, no one else should be sure whether the disciple has learned martial arts before!"

When Liang Wufeng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, "That's okay!"

"You go and arrange it yourself, let out some rumors, and say that you have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and it is only because of the hardships and serious injuries you suffered a few years ago that your blood and qi have declined...... Four months into the product, spread out, it's too amazing, it's not good for you!"

Zhang Chu was shocked!

He was forced by Han Baohu and Bu Feng before, and he really had no choice, and he was focused on breaking the game, but he didn't think of this stubble.

It's no good to pass it out?

Of course not!

He is not a fool who doesn't know a single word, he is not guilty, he understands!

Talent is also jade!

In the eyes of the real superiors, geniuses will either be accepted as dogs, or they will be eliminated on the spot to destroy other people who are not cheap...... There will be no third option!

He got up and solemnly saluted Liang Wufeng, "Fortunately, thanks to the master's reminder, the disciple has time to make amends!"

Liang Wufeng saw that he was not blinded by false names, and stroked his beard with relief: "The son can be taught!"

The master and apprentice chatted a few more words, and Zhang Chu suddenly remembered the question just now, "Master, you haven't told your disciple how many products you were when you were young?"

Liang Wufeng's hand stroking his beard froze slightly, and he muttered for a moment before he said, "You can tell you as a teacher, but don't go out and spread the word." ”

Zhang Chu nodded hurriedly.

Liang Wufeng: "Seven products." ”

Zhang Chu had long had doubts in his heart, but at this moment, he was still surprised to hear him say it in person!

He is no longer the person who didn't put five or six products in his eyes.

Seven products!

It's strong, it's strong!

Jintianfu is the seat of Wuding County, which brings together almost all the top talents in Wuding County.

But even so, in the west of the huge Jintianfu City, it is difficult to find a few seven products!

Zhang Chu even suspected that the newly arrived county soldier Lord Cao Lu might not have the strength of the seventh grade...... If that Lord Lu is a seventh-grade, his guards who haven't even entered the nineth-rank are too low, right?

"Then why do they think you're ......?"

Zhang Chu looked at this little old man who didn't look amazing in shock, and couldn't help but think of the disapproving expression on Zhao Changhui's face when he talked about him.

Zhao Changhui definitely didn't know that the little old man was a seven-grade when he was young, otherwise, with such a thick big golden leg, it would be impossible for him not to hold it and introduce it to him!

"Nine pins?"

Liang Wufeng chuckled, "This is the news that the teacher himself released...... Boy, being a teacher is a retreat to the rivers and lakes, before you understand the meaning of these four words, you must not publicize the news related to the teacher, it will harm the teacher, and it will also harm you!"

Retirement?

This word instantly shocked Zhang Chu!

it!

Was the little old man so good before?

Is it a Jiangyang thief, or a demon cult?

Could it be that the little old man used to say that he was the dart master of the Weiyuan Dart Bureau, was it all a disguise?