The situation of the Salt Gang is very good, Chen Ao is satisfied, so he plans to take a good rest. However, perhaps his life of hard work all his life, even if he wanted to be idle, it would be difficult to achieve his wish.

On the first day of February, the weather was fine. Chen Ao sat on a chair with a fluffy blanket on his knees, basking in the sun in the yard. Zhao Ling didn't know what was written on the side, and Liang Xiaoya was talking without a match.

At this moment, Zheng Ze suddenly walked in. Although he was only a teenager, he was already the master of the hall. Chen Ao's vision is not wrong, after a period of training, this kid is not worse than others in all aspects except for experience.

In order to let Zheng Ze be able to die down, Chen Ao simply gave him another favor. Zheng Ze's mother, Mrs. Zheng, was not punished by Chen Ao. Although she was already morally flawed, it turned out that she had nothing to do with the murder of Zheng Wenping. Therefore, Chen Ao quietly purchased a small courtyard in the suburbs and placed Mrs. Zheng here. Although he can no longer appear in public, he finally holds on to his life.

Zheng Ze's footsteps were heavy, and Chen Ao was immediately awakened, raised his head and asked, "Xiao Zheng, is there something wrong?"

Zheng Ze held a letter in his hand and said, "Helmsman, there is a letter from Shaolin Temple, please take a look!"

"Shaolin Temple?" Chen Ao was a little puzzled, took the envelope, and said casually: "What is Shaolin Temple looking for me?"

Zhao Ling stopped his pen, frowned and put away the few pages in front of him, got up and walked to Chen Ao's side, and looked sideways.

Chen Ao also had nothing to avoid, so he pulled out the letter paper, unfolded it, and saw a few lines of words on the letter, which roughly said that on the seventh day of March in Songshan Shaolin, a martial arts conference will be held, and the Shaolin abbot will invite the heroes to discuss martial arts events. This letter is to invite Chen Ao, the helmsman of the Salt Gang, to participate in the martial arts conference.

After reading the letter, Chen Ao glanced at Zhao Ling. The two of them immediately remembered the night when they had just become the helmsman, after Chen Ao held a banquet to entertain the heroes, an invitation was also sent to Chen Ao. The contents of it are exactly the same as the current one.

Both invitations were invited to the helmsman of the Salt Gang. It's just that the first invitation was for Zheng Wenping. And on this letter, Chen Ao's name is clearly written.

Chen Ao lost the original invitation casually and didn't pay attention to it at all. Because he has roughly figured out the routine of this so-called rivers and lakes, but wherever people gather, there must be no good things.

Besides, Shaolin is so far away, and the boat is tiring, it is purely a toss. Anyway, the invitation was not written to himself, so why should Chen Ao bother himself?

But this is no longer the case. Chen Ao has become the helmsman of the Salt Gang, and the Shaolin Temple has already received the news, so he specially wrote another invitation. This can be regarded as a reason not to give Chen Ao a reason to shirk.

Besides, the Salt Gang's power has expanded greatly, which is not the same as before. If he, the helmsman, retreats again at this time, I'm afraid it will make people laugh.

Therefore, whether Chen Ao wants to or not, he must go to this so-called martial arts conference. He and Zhao Ling had already thought of this, but their faces were still a little uneasy.

Zhao Ling is because of his rich experience in the rivers and lakes, and now there is no major event in the martial arts, and the Shaolin faction held a martial arts conference at this time, but I am afraid that the drunkard does not mean to drink.

Chen Ao is purely influenced by TV dramas. These so-called martial arts conferences are simply trouble-making conferences. If one or two people don't die, they all seem to be sorry for the audience.

Liang Xiaoya was ignorant, and couldn't help but say: "Why don't you speak? Could it be that there will really be no good meeting? In this case, then we have to be cautious." When you go to Shaolin Temple, do you want to learn from the monks and chant the scriptures?"

Chen Ao shook his head. Liang Xiaoya was afraid that he would be ridiculed for being cowardly, so she hurriedly changed her words: "I mean, when have we ever been afraid of the Salt Gang? Don't talk about a monk's temple, it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and Chen Ao won't frown!, right?"

Chen Ao didn't answer her, but said to Zheng Ze, "Go and invite the other six hall masters here!"

The Salt Gang has added Huangsha Hall and Sword Pavilion Hall, and now there are a total of seven hall masters. Chen Ao also kept them all at the helm, originally planning to find an opportunity for them to take up their posts. But for a while, I was a little relieved, because several hall masters had already seen that their power was being hollowed out, and they must be very dissatisfied. If he takes office like this, I am afraid that there will be some trouble.

Chen Ao frowned, pondered for a moment, and then thought of an idea, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and said, "Xiaoya, I'll show you a good show, how about it?"

Liang Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he sat aside and didn't say a word. After a short time, all seven hall masters were present. Chen Ao ordered people to set up chairs, let them sit down, shook the letter in his hand, and said: "The abbot of Shaolin Temple held a martial arts conference and invited representatives of our salt gang to participate. You're all the backbone of the Salt Gang, do you have any opinions? Should we go to participate?"

Zhao Ling frowned, and heard that Chen Ao had something to say. After pondering for a moment, she had already guessed Chen Ao's ghostly thoughts, and she couldn't help laughing.

Seven hall masters, you look at me, I look at you, I can't figure out what Chen Ao thinks for a while. Zheng Ze is young and rarely speaks on such occasions. And Bai Junya, Chen Liyong, Zhang Jingbin, and Yang Chenglin are all old fritters of the original salt gang, and they have won the essence of the enemy and I don't move.

Chen Ao smiled slightly, he had already expected this situation. However, the hall masters of the two new halls are from Shuzhong and Guanzhong, and they are not very clear about the "rules" here.

The hall master of Huangsha Hall is called Qiu Ming, and he is a rough man with an impulsive personality. But he has never seen the world, and this time he came to the helm, which is the first time in his life to go far away, let alone go to a famous sect like Shaolin Temple, which is something he can't even think of.

He looked a little excited, and said angrily, "Helmsman, this ...... This...... But really......? Ahh What an unexpected! In my opinion, of course we are going to this hero conference! What a glory this is!"

Tang Nian, the hall master of the Sword Pavilion, also echoed: "Yes, helmsman, our salt gang has always had no status in the rivers and lakes. Everyone else thinks we're just a bunch of reckless people. At this Heroes Conference, it is a great joy for Shaolin monks to invite us, and it is just right for the heroes of the world to know our majesty!"

Bai Junya couldn't help but sneer after listening to what the two said, her expression was full of disdain for the two dirt buns. Chen Ao smiled and said, "What does the White Hall Master have to say?"

Bai Junya said in a weird manner: "The helmsman is wise and has his own decisions, what can I say? The helmsman is looking for backers who are bigger than the other, this time the Shaolin Temple also came to appreciate the face, how can there be no reason not to join in the fun?"

This time the salt gang was restructured, Bai Junya suffered the greatest loss, and the resentment was naturally the heaviest. Chen Ao didn't think it was wrong, nodded with a smile, and turned his head to look at the other hall masters.

Chen Liyong has an impulsive personality, and he is a character who wants to make waves without wind. Hearing that there was a bustle, he naturally agreed. And Yang Chenglin and Zhang Jingbin have never had any opinions, in the past, only Elder Yao was the first to look forward, but now everything is up to Chen Ao. They didn't have an idea in the first place, but when they heard that the three hall masters all said that they wanted to go, they naturally nodded again and again and raised their hands in agreement.

Only one Zheng Ze did not take a stand. Chen Ao smiled and asked, "Xiao Zheng, what do you say?"

Zheng Ze saluted and said softly: "Go!"

Chen Ao immediately patted the armrest of the seat and laughed: "Okay! Since everyone agrees, then we have to go to this Raushzi Conference." It's just that the current situation of the Salt Gang is very good, and I, the helmsman, still need to sit in the center and command the overall situation. It doesn't matter what kind of conference this is. I don't know who would like to represent our salt gang?"