Thinking about it, Shen Fei couldn't help but raise his fingers and calculated, 1,000 taels of gold can be exchanged for 100 yuan coins here, and the nether realm can be exchanged for 1 catty of lower grade spirit stones, take it up for 1,000 yuan coins, and go back below for 1,000,000 taels of gold?

"Damn, I only need to change three rounds, and I can start from 100 yuan coins in exchange for 100 million yuan coins? Damn, what kind of exchange rate is this! Don't be so scary, okay?" When I thought that I could change so much in three rounds, what about six rounds? What about ten rounds? That's a geometric rise!

However, Shen Fei quickly came to his senses from this huge number, this is just theoretically able to exchange so much, first of all, the infinite mines in the Nether Realm have been destroyed, and there are no endless minerals that can be squandered at will. For example, the lower boundary is now 1,000 taels of gold for 1 yuan coin, but when the yuan currency becomes more and the gold becomes less, it cannot be said that it will reach the exchange level of 1 to 1. And here in the fairy world, the yuan currency decreases, and the gold increases, which will become the proportion before the nether realm.

Maybe it's better to say that it's better to trade the other way around, and still make a lot of money. This is simply a joke, as long as the exchange rate does not change, it is nothing, but once the exchange rate changes, hum, I really think that those powerful gods in the two worlds are stupid, and it is not that no one can fly or descend to the two worlds, and as soon as they communicate, they will naturally know the existence of Shen Fei, after all, after the number reaches a certain level, no matter how much they cover up, it will be eye-catching, not to mention that there are various spells that can find out the culprit, and then Shen Fei will be unlucky. Shen Fei, who was targeted by the two great gods of the Netherworld Realm, and didn't know how to return to the Netherworld Realm at all, simply had nowhere to escape, just waiting to be removed from the bones and squeezed for oil.

So Shen Fei, who came to his senses, shook his head, this transaction can be done, but it must be done in a long way, just earn a little bit every time, and you must not play in large quantities regardless of it. Besides, even if he has tens of billions of catties of immortal stones? This yin demon body can't absorb immortal qi at all, and he gives it to his subordinates to suck it? For the strength of his subordinates, he risks being chased and killed by the great gods of the two worlds? Even if he is brainless, he will not do such a thing! Anyway, it is decided. Get some pocket money to spend on yourself, then I believe that no one will have an opinion.

Shen Fei, who put this matter aside, saw that there was already a bowl of fragrant wine in front of him, and the surrounding gangsters sat still obediently, and naturally picked up the bowl and said in one fell swoop!" Then he drank it all in one gulp very proudly, took a breath of wine, and chewed it up, and also gestured with chopsticks: "What are you doing?"

When the shrewd gangster saw Shen Fei like this, he couldn't help but have a gleam in his eyes. Showing a look of surprise, he hurriedly raised the bowl and shouted at his subordinates: "This is the big master who can afford us!

The thugs now understood that this was a great opportunity to get a monk, so they responded immediately, grunting with a burst of wine. Then each of them made a sound and began to eat meat, and everyone ate and drank for a round, and the natural atmosphere became lively. Only then did Shen Fei casually ask the shrewd leader, "What do you call it?"

"Big, the little one's name is Liu Bin. The shrewd leader immediately said respectfully.

"Okay, Liu Bin. How many mortal gangs are there in this city?Tell me about it?" Shen Fei asked as he ate meat.

"It's big|Lord, our gang in Maple Leaf City is divided into two kinds, one is the sitting tiger, that is, to dominate a square, or the power of a street, and the other is a street tiger like us, there is no fixed territory, as long as the tribute is paid, then you can be active on the territory of the tribute money, our general goal is to extort foreign guests, and at the same time you can also go to the street stalls to eat a free meal, but this free is once a month, after all, how can people sit on the ground to ensure the safety of businessmen within the power of the force, that free meal is the tribute we give back to us。 This is the rule of practice in almost all forces. Liu Bin said respectfully.

"Oh, it's really strange, it's nice that the affiliated gang can get a free meal after paying the tribute. Shen Fei was very surprised, he didn't expect the gangsters in the fairy world to be so humane. As soon as he talked about the gangster, Shen Feike was in good spirits, after all, he was also from the gang, so he pulled Liu Bin to ask carefully.

"Master, if you want to talk about gangs, because [Gang] and [Pie] are very powerful forces, and they can't be used below, so we generally use [Tang] or [Rudder] to name the organization, Maple Leaf City has no hall entrance except for the largest square centered on the City Lord's Mansion, and the other eight large squares divided by the four main roads of A, B, C and Ding all have a sitting tiger, and the middle and small squares below also have sitting tigers, not to mention the street tigers, almost countless! It's just that the most awesome person in each hall is only a ninth-level warrior, and he doesn't even have a human rank, so he can't be compared with the City Lord's Mansion at all, that is, the City Lord's Mansion is too lazy to take care of us people, otherwise it would have been wiped out a long time ago. Liu Bin said with a sigh.

"Oh, how do you usually get money?" asked Shen Fei curiously.

"Hey, sir, most of the tigers make profits by collecting the protection fees of ordinary stores and their own stores, after all, some shops with doors and roads, not only can not be touched, but also have to help take care of them, it is said that the greater the strength of the hall, the more troubles to deal with, but the corresponding more scenery. And we, the street tigers, are so good that we collect some protection fees from our stalls, extort and rob guests from other places, and we are just looking forward to becoming sitting tigers one day. Liu Bin said.

"What if it's old? What about it? I don't have any other skills. Shen Fei asked again.

"Yes, when you are old and weak, you can only be a porter or something, and there are some lucky people who can find a good master's house, with the help of acquaintances in the ground. However, most of the street tigers who have reached the age of the street tiger, then they can only leave the city to go to the countryside to learn to farm for a lifetime, anyway, the world is very vast, and people are needed everywhere, and this farming work will definitely not be full of people. Liu Bin said with emotion.

"Oh, it turns out that the street tiger is so miserable. That's why there is no land, so what about the people who sit on the ground and are old? What about them? They also go to farming?" asked Shen Fei very curiously.

"What the Lord said is that the biggest difference between the sitting tiger and the street tiger is whether there is a territory, so the people who sit on the ground tiger are much better than our street tigers, first of all, if the hall is located or lucky, it is not uncommon to exist for hundreds of years. Even if the entrance to the back hall is extinguished, then they can live in this city, and their descendants are naturally city people, and they also have the resources and insight to make it easier for them to become monks. As for those who are unlucky and dare to become a sitting tiger and be destroyed, then naturally needless to say, there is no good end. But generally you can stabilize the tiger for a few years, and even if the hall is destroyed later, then there is money to return to the countryside to make a few pieces of land for the local owner's family heirloom. Therefore, what we envy most is this kind of street tiger, not asking for more, just seeking to sit firmly for a few years. Liu Bin said.

"Huh? I suddenly thought it was strange if I did that. Such an organization belonging to the gang, there are not a hundred or eighty in Maple Leaf City, although the City Lord's Mansion does not care about you, but I believe that any official of the City Lord's Mansion. It's also very easy to pinch you to death, and there are no officials to kill or co-opt those sitting tigers?" Shen Fei asked suspiciously.

After Liu Bin hesitated for a moment, he whispered, "Master." According to the legend, oh, the legend, the small one doesn't know if it's true, you have heard it, it is said that all towns have such a hall, especially in the city, are determined according to the square to determine the force, as long as these forces do not want to unify the city, then the unity of a street, the unity of a direction of the square, will not be suppressed and exterminated. And the legend is that the reason why this is the case is because the existence of those [gangs] is selecting reserves, and many strongmen will disappear inexplicably, and those who have disappeared are not only not weakened, but will suddenly have much more money and force. Although no one has come to confirm this matter at all, the Black Leaf Hall, the boss of Jia Street in Maple Leaf City, has lost nearly 10 strong people over the years, but every time they lose a strong person, their strength has doubled, and they have changed from a hall that is just a small square to a hall that now occupies the most prosperous A Street in the city!

Shen Fei nodded and took a sip of wine, because he remembered the warriors of the Black Dragon Gang and the Divine Dragon Gang who were not even human ranks, and naturally understood that Liu Bin's words were correct, and he dared to love these gangsters all over the city, who were the alternate soldiers of these [gangs], and it was no wonder that these [gangs] had to go to war once a year, and every time they had to die, the descendants they had cultivated since childhood naturally could not die in such a battle, so they naturally found some cannon fodder to perfunctory the upper supervisors. And the gangsters in each city are the best candidates for cannon fodder.

It is estimated that this kind of thing is not only done by the power of the [Gang] sub-level, I believe that the [Gang] also has to accept the selection of cannon fodder from the [Sect], and the [Faction] also has to accept the selection of the [Door], not to mention the [Door], once there is a good hand, it will definitely be picked by the [Zong], and it is likely that after raising all the numbers, the two Sects will invariably send these good players selected from the [Gate] to fight to the death, and after the death of the essence, there will be a start to the next round of selection. This kind of thing is absolutely possible, because it is from the [Zong] to draw people from the level to the bottom, which understands why the [Gang] grassroots manpower is all samurai-level mortals, and I believe that a large number of good hands have been withdrawn from the top!

After understanding this, Shen Fei didn't care, after all, he was too far away from him, and occasionally worried about whether his sister would encounter such a thing, but thinking that his sister could come back to the lower realm, her status was definitely superb, no matter what level she was, she should not just send Lu to scream war.

After thinking about it, Shen Fei happily ate and drank with these gangsters, especially when the old man shopkeeper sent a large number of roast flying chickens, the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic, and it could be seen from the actions of those gangsters who were desperately eating and drinking, they were obviously very aggrieved, and they hadn't eaten meat or drunk wine for a long time!

After everyone ate and drank about the same, a huge moon was already hanging high in the sky, and most of the gangsters were staggering, but Liu Bin was still holding back the drunkenness and accompanying Shen Fei, looking at the bright moon, Shen Fei was not drunk at all, and the body of the yin demon made him feel no sense of this bit of alcohol at all.

Shen Fei suddenly turned his head and asked, "What kind of workshop does this belong to?"

Although Liu Bin was puzzled, he still hurriedly said: "Master, this is the Jixiang Lane of Northeast Dafang, Yizhongfang, and Piaoye Xiaofang, and the name of this lane is still taken because of this roasted flying chicken." ”

"Very good, this Floating Leaf Workshop will be the territory of my Black Lotus Hall in the future. Shen Fei said with a grin. (To be continued......)

PS: Woo, it was actually finished at 4 o'clock in the morning, woo