After Wu rushed away, the interior of the restaurant fell into an eerie calm.

The three of them silently put down the wine glasses in their hands.

"This new owner seems to be a little faceless."

The feminine man sitting next to the bag shopkeeper casually pushed away the courtesan in his arms, where was there still a little drunk.

"The batch of fine iron that walked in the villa last month is the material that Daoguan Ji asked for by name, if it is ......"

"No ifs!"

Before the feminine young man could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Famous Sword Villa is a big sword-casting faction, and some losses are normal for sword-casting."

Where there are people, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are rivers and lakes.

Famous Sword Villa has been inherited for 300 years.

It has long penetrated into all aspects of Ten Thousand Swords City, and they have done a lot of things like this to resell materials.

That's how they played when they were demons, and now it's Daozhou, and they're still playing like this.

"If he wants to check, let him check it. Mingjian Villa is not a government institution, and it is normal to lose some account books or something. The shopkeeper looked ruthless, and Wu Chong's attitude of not giving face made the shopkeeper very dissatisfied.

A few of them went on a date today to pick up the dust for the new owner, just to test each other's attitude.

If they know the times, they don't mind giving each other a little soup, and then everyone sits down and makes a fortune together. But if you don't know the times, don't blame them for playing yin.

In this world, in addition to force, there are many means.

A young man, they have a way to keep each other busy.

"It's just a young stunned young man, I've seen a lot of this kind of person."

The rest of the restaurant proprietress yawned charmingly.

"You're being too cautious."

It seems that this so-called 'new owner' is not taken into account at all.

It's not hard to see why.

The interests of others for decades, why will everyone give you face when a stranger comes in? The owner? In front of interests, they can deny their father! Not to mention Wu Chong, the owner of the village without any foundation, even in the modern society in Wu Chong's memory, there are not a few cadres who have been airborne to the local area.

"Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."

The shopkeeper picked up the clothes next to him and turned to leave.

The feminine youth followed.

Only the owner of the restaurant was left alone drinking quietly inside.

The three people represent the three major forces under the Famous Sword Villa, and compared to the most conspicuous Famous Sword Villa, they are the real power in the Ten Thousand Swords City. In addition to the identity of the Famous Sword Villa, each of them also controls a force of their own.

And the source of the interests of these forces is the famous Sword Villa. The relationship between the two is like that of a tree trunk and a parasite.

Famous Sword Villa.

Under the leadership of an old servant, Wu Chong completed the handover of the village.

It can be regarded as officially becoming the owner of the Famous Sword Villa.

However, this kind of thing generally requires a large banquet, but Wu Chong saved this process. Setting up a banquet or something is a waste of time, and with his current status, the people below may not be convinced, if they really set up a banquet, they will come out of the basket if they don't get it right.

This can be seen from the fact that after he left the banquet, the shopkeeper did not come over.

Normally, the three of them, as the stewards of the Famous Sword Villa, were going to come over to report to him.

"My lord, the account books are very chaotic, many materials and swords are recorded in the depreciation, and the specific depreciation method is not explained."

Ma Runan has been a black-clothed head catcher, and he is no stranger to auditing accounts.

Just now, she had preliminarily checked some of the account books of Mingjian Villa, and there were countless problems in them. Some don't even bother to hide it.

After all, it is still a sect of rivers and lakes.

There are many roads that are different from the Daqi Imperial Court.

"It seems that our arrival has made some people unhappy."

Wu Chong was not surprised.

How is it possible to move the cake and expect the full cooperation of others? It is possible that the group of people was forced to burn Zhuangzi with a fire.

"Mingjian Villa is such a big Zhuangzi, gathering resources in one city, and its revenue is actually a loss in a year."

Turning to the last page of the account book and looking at the results of the account book, Ma Runan showed an incredible expression.

This is also too blatant.

"Alright, let's go back and rest first."

Wu Chong did not delve into these contents.

If people's affairs are not solved, there is no way to solve the problem just by thinking about checking the accounts. If you can't get it here, there is also the pit of the former owner buried in it, and if you really want to go to the account book, you will find the wrong direction. Needless to say, it takes a lot of time and energy, and it may not be possible to figure it out in a year.

"Yes."

Ma Runan put down the account book, turned around and went back to the house.

Mingjian Villa is huge.

There are also a lot of places to live, which is much better than before in Chongzhou Mansion. At least you don't have to worry about trivial matters, everything is taken care of by your subordinates. This Jianghu sect, which has been inherited for more than 300 years, has a very complete organizational structure.

It would be even more perfect if no one took him for a fool.

Wu Chong walked to the window, looking at the night view of the street in the distance, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Three watches.

The husband knocked, and the sky was silent.

The sleeping bag shopkeeper was suddenly woken up by everyone, and there was a noisy sound outside.

"My lord, Guo San is dead!"

A wounded subordinate ran in from outside, and when he saw the shopkeeper, he immediately said the answer he didn't want to hear.

"What about the goods?!!"

The shopkeeper who was wearing a silk pajama also didn't care about the life or death of the person who came, grabbed the collar of the other party with a hideous face, and forcibly dragged the person up.

"Lost."

The subordinates, who were already seriously injured, were pulled like this, and blood flowed out of their mouths.

"What about Lao Tzu's fine iron? Thirty cars of fine iron, you told Lao Tzu that you lost it?!! ”

The furious bag shopkeeper grabbed the guard's neck and turned his fingers into claws.

"Rao ......"

Click!

Before he finished begging for mercy, his neck was twisted off by the shopkeeper.

"Useless waste, it's not a pity to die!"

After killing someone, the shopkeeper threw the body aside, and the person lost his sleepiness at all.

Such a big movement quickly alarmed the others.

It didn't take long for Mr. Long, the staff member of the shopkeeper, to come over, and he waved his hand when he looked at the corpse on the ground. Soon a subordinate came over and dragged the body away.

After cleaning up the body, Mr. Long walked in.

"Master, thirty carts of fine iron is not a small amount, if the hole can't be filled, we will all be in big trouble."

Mr. Long is a scholar of Daqi and is deeply involved in all the buying and selling of Bao Shopkeeper. He knows better than anyone how bold this shopkeeper's business is, basically recognizing money and not people. I don't know how much of the fine iron he sold was sold to other races.

Those guys are all wanted criminals of the Great Apocalypse!

If you dig deeper, one of them will be counted as one, and all of them will lose their heads.

"The old way, go to the state capital again and apply. In the name of the owner. ”

The shopkeeper stopped and said a way.