Shandong Cheng announced the political envoy department, Lingshanwei.

As a small coastal city, Lingshanwei's historical origins can be traced back to the pre-Ming period of the empire. At that time, the Japanese rebellion was raging, and in order to prevent the Japanese from invading the mainland, the empire set up three major battalions of the Japanese army, and the Lingshan Guard was under the jurisdiction of the Jimo battalion.

In the modern era of the empire, Emperor Longwu led the army to conquer in person, completely exterminated the Japanese rebellion, and at the same time set up a Japanese criminal area.

Since then, Lingshanwei's attributes as a military town have been minimal, and its main role is to provide material support for the imperial troops stationed in the Japanese area.

After Emperor Jiaqi ascended the throne, with the implementation of the policy of 'indoctrination' by the New Donglin Party, the Japanese people were treated equally as the territory of the empire, and the role of Lingshanwei as a material port was also lost.

Nowadays, Lingshanwei, who is poor and poor, has been completely reduced to a paradise for smugglers and smugglers.

In the middle of the night at the junction of Zi and Chou, the long street in front of Liangwan such as Lingshan Weijia is still very lively.

Mingren-style restaurants occupy the best spots in the streets, while in the more remote corners there are many izakaya and prostitution houses with strong Japanese characteristics.

In the salty, wet and smelly sea breeze, colorful carp streamers and black letters on a white background swayed together.

Jingle bells.

The wind chimes hanging under the neon sign ringed non-stop, and every time the door opened and closed, it was accompanied by a noisy noise.

Wearing a Ming long skirt and a Japanese kimono, Liuying stood at the mouth of the alley, her charming eyes swept through the bustling crowd, looking for the next generous benefactor with great anticipation.

Itinerant vendors carefully survive between the shops and the shops, selling cheap food with Hibiscus added to them.

Suddenly, a riot broke out at the end of the long street.

The crowd seemed to be pushed by an invisible force to disperse to the left and right, revealing a wide passageway, and at the same time, allowing unknown pedestrians behind to see the source of the riot.

This is a group of arrogant and strong men.

The leader at the front wore a black armor with an open collar, revealing a muscular, well-defined chest. A huge woman's face was tattooed on her dark skin, the left side of her face was charming and delicate, and the right side of her face was hideous. There are also two lines of symmetrical distribution of ancient characters before the Ming Dynasty: life is not afraid of guards, death is not afraid of Huangliang.

It's just that the stitches of this tattoo are not too good, and they don't highlight the impact of the desired coexistence of flesh and machine, but instead make the whole composition look a little distorted and weird.

A hideous scar was pulled from the man's forehead to his chin, his nostrils were rolled, his yellow teeth were exposed, and his ferocity was overflowing.

Such a look is rare in today's world where changing faces is simpler than changing clothes, impressive, and unforgettable.

There is indeed not a single merchant on this street who does not know him.

His real name is ominous, his nickname is evil, and he is a steward foreman of Mozhou Shipping Company.

This Mozhou shipping company is well-known among more than ten companies in Lingshanwei that mainly operate shipping business. It has one first-class bay and several second-class bays, and has a fixed route to the Wamin and Goryeo districts.

And the so-called steward of the evil horn is actually a thug leader raised by Mozhou Shipping.

After all, the Caoyun business has been a mixture of money and blood since ancient times, not only to compete with the unpredictable sea, but also to fight with the greedy people.

Therefore, the major shipping companies in Lingshanwei have their own armed forces, and the ferocity is not inferior to the various gangs in the interior.

The first-class good bay at the end of this bustling long street belongs to the Mozhou Shipping Company, and all the merchants on the street naturally have to rely on their snorts to survive.

On this day at the end of each month, the evil horn will appear on time and collect the profit share of the month from house to house.

In the words of the proprietor of Mozhou Shipping, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea, this sea is theirs, and it is naturally impossible to let these merchants get rid of it for free, so the money that should be given cannot be less.

The proprietor's words, the evil horn has always remembered it well.

A group of men depicting dragons and phoenixes swaggered through the market, and the pedestrians on both sides walked away briskly as if they had seen a plague god.

Evil Corner stopped in front of a Japanese-style izakaya, and the owner with the moon season head was already kneeling on the wooden steps in front of the store, looking at each other with a flattering expression.

"Fuck, when you pay the money, you pick and search, only kneeling is neat."

Vicious Horn reached out and grabbed one of the izakaya entertainers and held it in his arms, then thrust a bill into the other's chest, trembling with fear.

"Come, read to him in the language of you sinners, louder."

The warbler trembled and pulled the bill out of the crack, pinched her throat and read aloud in the Japanese language: "The Golden Treasure Izakaya, No. 17 Mozhou Street, was in arrears with the first three thousand treasure notes last month, and the first five thousand treasure notes should be paid this month, with interest."

"Two thousand interest!"

The vicious horn interrupted Liuying's words, "The sum of principal and interest, just 10,000 treasure bills, ask him if he has the money ready?" ”

"Your Excellency Evil Horn."

Without waiting for Liuying to speak, the owner of the izakaya who was kneeling on the ground said urgently in fluent Ming official dialect: "This interest is not right!" ”

"So you can speak human words."

The evil horn pretended to be surprised, and pushed the frightened warbler in his arms to his subordinates behind him, and looked down at the other party condescendingly, "Then why don't you help me calculate, where is it not right?" ”

Zheng!

Vickyard reached out and tore off his left index finger, and what should have been bone was replaced by a cold, glowing cone.

"Let's say it first, if you make a mistake, I'll stab you. Don't worry, I won't let you die, I have the hemostatic medicine of the farmer's hanging pot hall on my body, and the effect is immediate. It's not low, spray 10,000 treasure notes once. ”

The owner of the izakaya looked at the knife in his right hand and the medicine in his left hand, stabbing people and treating the evil corner, he was already trembling, and said tremblingly: "My lord, the business of the small shop has not been good recently, and the principal can be paid now, but can the interest be forgiven?" ”

"It's not impossible for me to forgive you."

The izakaya owner's face just appeared with a hint of joy, but then it was crushed by the next sentence of the evil corner.

"It's just that you have to ask if this dock agrees first."

"Your guests have to step on the ground on this street every day, is that a wastage? The fresh fish you sell also have to be unloaded at this pier, is that a cost? I forgave you, what money does Mozhou Company take to maintain and repair? ”

Strong words, messy, and illogical.

The core is a sentence, you have to give this money.

However, Villain reveled in his own language art, and felt that he had learned the essence of grace and power from the proprietor.

Otherwise, the owner of the izakaya named Mitsui in front of him could be so convinced?

Mitsui trembled, took out a piggy bank in the shape of a Dharma doll from his arms, and shook it from side to side with a special frequency.

Just as Vickyone's patience was about to run out, Mitsui finally finished entering the key, and the puppet spat out a thin stack of red bills from its mouth.

"My lord, this is all the money I have now."

The evil horn raised his eyes and swept it, and counted the stack of coins clearly. He deliberately loaded a function of scanning and identifying treasure banknotes in the eyes of the machine, which can not only prevent counterfeiting and check money, but also quickly count money.

After all, his hand is bloody with a knife, how can he use it to count money?

"It's nine thousand, but it's one thousand less."

Vicky Horn motioned for his subordinates behind him to take the money away, and he flicked the taper knife and approached Mitsui step by step.

"That's it, if you don't get a doctor, I won't charge you money, but I'll give you a thousand."

Bang dang!

The Daruma doll in the hands of the owner of the izakaya fell to the ground, and the tongue in the malfunctioning mouth rolled upside down, making a gesture of swallowing money.

Poof!

The evil horn slowly pulled out the cone knife that stabbed into the opponent's abdomen, and scolded with a grim expression: "This time it's a thousand knives, and next time you can't come up with the money, I can only offer a price of one hundred knives." ”

Mitsui clutched the knife on his stomach and collapsed in a pool of blood, but he still had a smile on his face and nodded.

"Let's go!"

The high-spirited evil horn led the crowd away, not noticing that among the onlookers, there was a pair of cold eyes that were always watching him.

"Zhao Qingxia, I didn't expect that there would be such an industry under your Tianzhi Society? Tut-tut, but to make money, not chilling. ”

Zhao Qingxia listened to the sarcastic voice in his ears, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Hanqi, very fucking Hanqi!" ”

(End of chapter)