The capital is full of traffic, pedestrians are endless, and there are many shops on both sides of the road, which is a prosperous scene.

At the east city gate, a large number of people gathered at this time, and the black oppression was spectacular.

In the meantime, ragged beggars kept passing through the crowd, arousing a wave of disgust from passers-by.

"You said that the beggars above have committed something, they were killed by Ling Chi, and there is no good meat on their bodies, and then they are hung on the city gate and exposed to the sun, I am afraid that they will soon be sunburned into old bacon. A fat-headed, big-eared young man pointed at the city wall, amazed.

"Sun-dried bacon is also the meat of a stinky beggar, can you eat it?" a companion next to him chimed in.

The voices of the two were very loud, deliberately so that the beggars gathered around could hear them.

"It must be stealing things from the government, otherwise how can you be convicted of such a serious crime. The fat-headed, big-eared young man laughed disdainfully.

As soon as these words came out, they aroused the angry eyes of several unkempt beggars next to him.

"Yo. Angry, you see, want to beat this young master, come on, come on, borrow a hundred of your guts, believe it or not, the next one to hang on it is you. The young man glared back haughtily.

In the distance, the two beggars with their temples bulging high looked at him coldly, and tried to make a move many times but held back. Now if something happens to the other party, the account must be counted on the beggar gang.

"Let's go. One of them had a hoarse voice and dragged another beggar into the crowd.

The two beggars quickly broke away from the crowd and turned into an alley.

After a while, two brightly dressed nobles walked out of the alley, their expressions were arrogant, their eyes did not squint, and they were alive and well in the rich and noble family of the capital. It's just that the same high bulging temples make people dare not despise him.

The two gently shook the folding fan, wandered around the street unhurriedly, and from time to time bought some novel gadgets, which attracted the flattering eyes of the vendors.

An old man who sold candy rubbed his eyes, looked at the backs of the two, and sighed lightly, "It's true that everyone has their own lives, I saw a beggar in the morning, and one of the two has a nine-point resemblance." A rich man, a beggar, the number of lives........"

Carrying a large bag of things, the two 'masters' walked along the main street and stopped at a mansion about 300 meters away from the palace.

The house is tall, the style is extraordinary, the vermilion gate, the mighty stone lion carved from white marble, the door plaque is written, and the Hongfu is two big characters.

Just then, a servant dressed in black walked out from behind the door. Said: "Two distinguished guests, please come in quickly." ”

Inside the Hongfu Hall.

An old man of about sixty years old, looking like a fairy. Sitting quietly on a futon, yawning with his eyes slightly closed.

He sat quietly on the futon, flicked his sleeves silently, and the two futons suddenly floated up and landed under the two rich masters.

"Helper, the one hanging above the city gate is indeed my poor sick nephew. The middle-aged man sitting on the left said bitterly.

"yes, I see. "The old man who is called the gang leader is the current gang leader Hong Ge of the Beggar Gang, and the one who spoke just now is the deputy gang leader Chen You, and the other person is the elder Liu Ruo. Although Hong Ge is in his sixties, his voice is like a bell, which makes people tremble in their hearts when they hear it.

"In addition, the gates have been sealed and no one is allowed to go out. Elder Chuangong added in time.

Hong Ge frowned, his old face full of wrinkles trembled up and down, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the Dog Emperor is going to take us under the knife." ”

As the current leader of the beggar gang, Hong Ge inherited the legacy of his previous gang leader, and although the money in the gang was enough for all the gang disciples to live a worry-free life, he still insisted that his disciples make a living by begging.

This is the foundation of the beggar gang, and we must not forget our roots.

To be a beggar, you also rely on your own hands to work, from having nothing, to now being rich and rivaling the country, isn't it all by those hands?

Hong Gemo rubbed his fingers on the jade wrench in his hand and said lightly: "Prepare clothes for me, and hold a meeting at the helm tonight, and all disciples with more than two bags can participate." After speaking, he seemed to be uneasy, and added, "Remember to take the washed rotten clothes, and roll in the mud casually, don't take those bad clothes that haven't been washed for several days, I was smoked to death at the last gang meeting." ”

Chen You shook the well-textured robe on his body in disbelief, and agreed: "It's not the first time for us, don't worry." ”

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In the huge Hong Mansion, there are hundreds of servants, and none of them know that the true identity of the head of the family is the leader of the beggar gang.

And the disciples of the beggar gang who helped tens of millions, except for a few high-level people, no one knew that the gang leader was Hong Youyin, a well-known wealthy businessman in the north.

Since Hong Ge succeeded to the position of gang leader, he has privately swallowed up the silver handed over to the gang by elders from all over the Central Plains every month, bought manors, maids, married wives and children, and ate delicacies from the mountains and seas, even compared with the emperor in the palace, his luxurious life is not much better.

How could those ordinary disciples know that the silver coins and copper plates they had worked so hard to earn did not play the role of 'building gangs', but had become the tip of the pyramid, a money-collecting machine for all high-level leaders.

Hong Ge also knew that the beggar gang was powerful, and the more it would be jealous of the imperial court, the 'No. 1 faction in the Central Plains'.

Therefore, he had the foresight to use a fake identity to live next door to the emperor's old son. Now, even if Zhou Han wants to settle accounts with the beggar gang, it won't be counted on his head, and he can still live freely.

But the beggar gang is gone, and the roots are broken.

Ge Hong naturally didn't want the sharp weapon of making money to be destroyed in his own hands. He has no worries about food and clothing in this life, and he can indulge in pleasure, but who can guarantee that his children and descendants will be able to live as chic and comfortable as him?

Therefore, before everything is decided, he still wants to keep this inheritance.

Night, sub-hour.

Chen You walked into Hong Ge's room with a tattered garment stained with mud.

"Wear it. Like a resentful little lady, Chen You stuffed his clothes directly into Hong Ge's arms.

"Naughty. Hong Ge smiled, completely lacking the majesty of the day, he showed his sparse teeth, and leaned towards Chen You's rough mouth.

"Hurry up, be careful of being discovered, and the prestige of your beggar gang leader will be gone. Chen Youjiao glanced at him with disgust, and his calloused hand rested on Hong Ge's shriveled chest, gently stroking it, as if feeling the heat of his chest.

"What about the two of us? Hong Ge lightly provoked Chen You's chin and said with a smile: "In the whole world, there are only two people who know that the beggar gang leader and the deputy gang leader are bed partners, one is me, and the other is you." ”

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