Mo Yan left with his subordinates, and Yayue lived in the private room on the seventh floor, leaving only Wu Mochong and his party. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Mochong hugged his chest and thought there, since he had agreed to Mo Yan to make trouble, how could he get the greatest results, let him meditate hard.

Zhao Zhou looked at Wu Mochong's frowning appearance, and asked carefully: "Boss, what do you not understand, just ask me, although I don't know much, but how can I mix martial arts for more than ten years, and I can be regarded as an old Jianghu." ”

Wu Mochong nodded, "Can people in the martial arts kill people in the city?"

"No, killing people in the city will be arrested by the court, and the murderer will be executed, no matter who it is, unless you have a backstage, otherwise, you will cause yourself a lot of trouble, but if you are outside the city, no matter who you kill, as long as you are not caught red-handed, the vendetta court in the martial arts will not care. Zhao Chuan said.

After Wu Mochong heard this, he patted and said, "Really, those martial arts people in the city really don't dare to kill people casually?"

"Usually don't dare, unless they have an extremely hard backstage, but whether it is a person from the Decent Alliance or a person from the Evil Alliance, they will give the court a little face, otherwise, the tens of millions of troops in the court are not vegetarians, it is really annoying, and it is not good for anyone. But although it is said that no one is allowed to kill in the city, there is no prohibition on fighting, and as long as no one dies, no one will care if one of you knocks the other person's balls away. Zhao Chuan explained one by one.

Wu Mochong heard Zhao Chuan's words, his face was proud, and the little white girl next to him looked at him with a smile on her face, "Do you have any ghost ideas again, seeing you with such an evil smile, I suspect that you are starting to pretend to be in trouble again." ”

"Little white girl, don't say it so badly, I don't call it harboring trouble, I call it strategy, this is conspiracy, this is strategic thinking. Wu Mochong defended there.

"Okay, Wu Gongzi knows that you are smart, it's so late, let's go back and rest. The little white girl looked at the moon and had climbed up the treetops, and she said a little sleepily.

Wu Mochong nodded, "We can't go back yet, let's go to a tailor's shop to make the banner of our Happy Revenge Gang." ”

"What? Our gang still has a flag?" Zhao Chuan on the side was a little surprised, he had just established a faction and was about to make a flag, this boss's fiery personality was really a bit unpredictable.

"Well, Zhao Chuan, is there a reliable tailor shop in Cold Stone City?" Wu Mochong looked at Zhao Chuan.

Zhao Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but it's so late, I'm afraid people have already closed their doors." ”

Wu Mochong patted the 10,000 taels of silver on his chest, and smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid to close the door, we will use the silver ticket to smash the door open for him." ”

Wu Mochong said that he wanted to smash the door of the tailor's shop with a silver ticket, he did use the silver ticket to smash the door of the tailor's shop, he first threw in a hundred taels, and then threw one, and when he threw the third one, the owner of the tailor's shop opened the door with a smile, and invited the three of them into the house, while saying enthusiastically: "Oh, bosses, did you come to the shop late at night to give silver to the old man, the old man couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he really felt that there was something good." ”

Wu Mochong said to the owner of the tailor's shop: "I need to make a flag, the flag should be painted with a goshawk, it must have a cold style, so that people look awe-inspired, and a honey badger should be painted below, and the style should be barbaric with a little hooligan atmosphere, and eight words should be written on both sides of the flag: life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it! The color of the flag should be red, boss, do you think it will work?"

When the boss heard this, the requirements for this flag were so high, and it was this style and that style, and his face showed a difficult color, "This hero, when will you receive the goods, and how many flags do you want?"

"Of course, the sooner the better, preferably tomorrow morning, with five hundred of these flags. ”

"Oh, I need it early tomorrow morning, so fast, where can I go to find a painter and a writer to write and make a manuscript, and I have to cut it, how can it be so fast?"

"A thousand taels is not okay?"

"Oops, hero, it's so hard!"

"Two thousand taels!"

"Hero, it's not a few hours before dawn. ”

"Four thousand taels, no, I'll change to another family. Wu Mochong pretended to leave.

"Okay, hero, four thousand taels, the old decay is guaranteed to be completed!" said the owner of the tailor shop as he grabbed Wu Mochong's hand.

Wu Mochong threw him another 500 taels as a deposit, and called Zhao Zhou to pick up the goods at dawn, and took the two of them to rush back.

The road met a market, now the crescent moon is hanging in the air, the morning market has not yet opened, Wu Mochong smashed a few butcher shops with silver, and used three hundred taels of silver to sell the pork used by the butcher shop for tomorrow morning, and then the three of them took the meat and returned to the mountain temple.

Entering the mountain temple, Zhao Chuan shouted in a loud voice: "Brothers, boss, please eat meat, you guys are cool today, don't sleep, get up and boil meat and drink soup!"

A bunch of beggars, you usually ask them to work and hide faster than anyone else, and ask them to eat meat is like a fly, all of them are good men who eat meat, and heroes on their lips.

A group of beggars Hulala ran out, looking at the meat bought by the three of them for three hundred taels of silver, and one by one began to have golden eyes and drool.

Wu Mochong gave the meat to the beggars, and the beggars began to grab it frantically, boiling water and boiling the meat.

Wu Mochong deliberately took out a few thousand taels of silver tickets among the beggars, and began to pretend to count them there, while shining in the moonlight, a person there whispered secretly: This color doesn't seem to be right, it seems to be fake, this one obviously can't be painted.

A group of beggars looked at the handful of silver tickets in the boss's hand, and swallowed even more, if it weren't for the fact that he was the boss of the gang and had extraordinary martial arts, he would have come over to grab the money a long time ago.

"Do you want it?" Wu Mochong tempted the group of beggars with a silver ticket.

The group of beggars nodded embarrassedly.

"Zhao Chuan!"

"Ah, are you calling me, helper?

Wu Mochong counted out five hundred taels of silver and threw it to him casually: "If you are rewarded, take it for expenses." ”

Zhao Chuan looked grateful, "Boss, I didn't help much today, so much silver ......"

Wu Mochong laughed, "You can go out with me for a day today, this is your reward, those who dare not go with me can only eat meat, there is no silver ticket, haha." ”

When those beggar disciples heard this, they stumbled again and again, why didn't they go out with the boss this morning, and they don't know where the boss got so many silver tickets, everyone seems to have a little Jiujiu in their hearts.

The pork was roasted quickly, and all the beggars were eating pork there, while they were all thinking about how to please the new boss tomorrow, there was so much silver in one day, and the level of making money was much stronger than Zhao Chuan, who used to be hungry all day long with Zhao Chuan.

Wu Mochong struck while the iron was hot, and said to himself there: "Tomorrow I will go out and make a big pen, against those people in the martial arts, anyway, the court rules can only fight in the city, not death, as long as you are not afraid, the boss will take you to get enough silver, but I'm afraid some people are too cowardly." ”

"Boss, we were wrong, beg the boss to take us to get silver, we are not cowardly, and we are not afraid of death!"

"We will listen to the boss tomorrow, we will go wherever the boss tells us to go, and we will do whatever we want!"

"Long live the boss!"

A group of beggars began to shout as hard as they could.

Wu Mochong smiled slightly, tomorrow, he won't make Hanshi City a chicken, he is not Wu Mochong.

The little white girl was worried, Wu Gongzi's madness went on day by day, how could he go to the martial arts, it seemed that he was ready to go so crazy, but waiting for him to take him back to his hometown, when would it be.

However, looking at the excitement on Wu Mochong's face, she was obviously ready to do a big job, dominate the martial arts or dominate the world, who knows, however, these are not the dreams of the little white girl, she thought about it for a while, and was still ready to say goodbye and go home alone.

Thinking of this, looking at Wu Mochong, she frowned slightly, and pondered there alone.

Wu Mochong was excited, and when he saw the pensive little white girl, he thought for a while, he took care of himself for the past two days, cooling the little white girl, and he was a little uneasy, "Little white girl, what are you thinking about alone?"

The little white girl nodded, her face full of desire to go home.

"When I'm done with the business at hand, I'll take you to the outside of the territory and find your parents, okay?"

The little white girl had no choice but to nod and sigh.