I have a knife, out of the sheath can kill monsters

Chapter 127 It's You, an Old Thing

Ji Chen looked around the lobby and nodded in satisfaction.

"One emperor and one courtier. Since Yan Guang'an and his leaders are dead, Dongsheng Street is in a state where the middle level is missing. I plan to select 25 leaders to rebuild the middle level. Those who are interested can stand up by themselves."

As soon as the words fell, commotion broke out in the crowd.

A leader, although the official is small, has great power and huge profits. The turnover of each stall must first pass through the hands of the leader.

This was an opportunity, and immediately over 25 people volunteered to stand up. Finally, after the screening by Ji Chen and Qian Ping, [-] leaders were selected to be in charge of all the stalls on Dongsheng Street.

These twenty or so people dare not say that they are absolutely loyal to Ji Chen, but at least from this moment on, they are branded with Ji Chen's brand, standing on the same boat as Ji Chen.

Ji Chen doesn't care even if someone really has a different heart, and he doesn't expect to make everyone loyal to him once. For traitors, his consistent style is to chop with a knife but not to kick.Cut it a few more times, and the rest will naturally be loyal.

So far, Dongsheng Street is initially in Ji Chen's hands.

Of course, this is not enough. In the later stage, he needs to continue to establish his prestige and integrate. He must quickly control the Canglang Gang in his own hands.

For the time being, Qian Ping is a usable person. After Yan Guang'an's incident, Ji Chen believes that Qian Ping no longer dares to do tricks behind his back.

Qian Ping arranged for several people to go upstairs to clean up the corpse, but Ji Chen called him aside.

"Boss, what are your orders!" Qian Ping asked.

Ji Chen didn't make any detours, and said directly: "Zhao Hong asked you to watch me!"

Qian Ping's face turned pale, and he said quickly, "Yes, but I..."

Just as he was about to explain, he was interrupted by Ji Chen, "You don't need to explain, I just want to tell you one thing, take a long-term view, don't confine yourself to the scope of a hall master or gang leader, my goal is the entire river Jian Mansion, follow me, the whole He Jian Mansion will remember your name in the future, if you betray me, I believe you will know the consequences yourself."

Qian Ping's body trembled slightly, and cold sweat ran down his cheeks. From the moment Ji Chen showed his strength, he knew that Ji Chen's purpose in joining the gang was not pure. Now Ji Chen finally had a showdown, and it was against him alone. Showdown, this is not an opportunity for him.

"Don't worry, Boss, I, Qian Ping, will only follow your lead in my life."

This sentence can be regarded as a mark of loyalty, and it can also be regarded as an attitude.From this moment, he has completely set foot on Ji Chen's boat.

Ji Chen nodded, "Are all the brothers from Dongsheng Street here?"

Qian Ping hesitated for a moment, then said: "Basically, they are all here, but there is a department that refuses to cooperate. Not only did they not come, but they threatened to ask you to go and see them in person."

Ji Chen raised his eyebrows, "Which department!"

"It's the accountant. The person in charge of the accountant is Zhu's confidant, Zhou Ziyang. He has a very high level of cultivation, even higher than Yan Guangan. Usually, even Zhu's leader gives him some face."

Ji Chen nodded, the accountant is the most important thing, it is equivalent to the lifeblood of a church, and it is reasonable to be directly under the jurisdiction of Hall Master Zhu.

"Let me meet him, then lead the way!"

The account room is not in the gambling house, but in a courtyard called Heshengyuan, which is located in the center of the street, a quiet small courtyard.

At this moment, in the accounting room, there are more than a dozen accountants sitting in it, the first one is an old man over fifty years old, and he is Zhou Ziyang, the head accountant of Dongsheng Street.

At this moment, he is drawing a picture with a brush.

The accountant next to him was a little worried, so he said: "Mr. Zhou, you still have the heart to paint. That kid Zhao Hong sent a guy named Ji Bochang to the gambling house to take over Dongsheng Street. I heard that , That guy named Ji Bochang is a crazy critic, yesterday on Taihe Street, a man hacked down a street with a knife, and the leader Lin of the Dahe Gang fell into his hands, and a reward order has been issued for his assassination."

The accountant who spoke was in his 40s. Qian Ping had come here once before and told them to go to the gambling house, but Zhou Ziyang, the accountant manager, scolded them back.

Qian Ping and the others all knew each other, and they belonged to Zhao Hong. Since Qian Ping came, it meant that something had happened to Yan Guang'an, so he was worried. He was afraid that Zhao Hong's visitors would be bad.

While drawing silk, Mr. Zhou said, "Relax, this is the accountant's room, not the Jianghu. The fighting and killing in the Jianghu will not work here. As long as the accountant's office is still there, Dongsheng Street will still be in our hands. Let alone That Boshang Ji was just a leader. Even if Zhao Hong came in person, I can tell him to get out of here. When I was in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Hong was still a child. Break his leg to warn Zhao Hong that Dongsheng Street is not something he can intervene in. Where did he come from, where did he go."

"boom!"

The door of the account room was kicked open, and Ji Chen and Qian Ping walked in.

"Break my leg, I want to see how you broke my leg today."

For a moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Several accountants looked at each other, looked at Zhou Ziyang, then at Ji Chen, and finally chose to remain silent, not helping each other.

Only then did Zhou Ziyang put down his pen, looked up at Ji Chen, his expression was instantly gloomy, and he scolded, "You are Uncle Ji, who gave you the courage to trespass into the account room, you are guilty!"

"crime"

Ji Chen raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, I have to get your permission to come to my own accounting room, when will it be your turn to call the shots here?"

"Presumptuous!" Zhou Ziyang shouted angrily, and slapped the table.

"You little bastard, you have no regard for seniority or inferiority. In terms of seniority, I am an old man in the gang. When you see me, you have to call me senior. In terms of status, I am the head accountant. When you see me, you should Call me Mr. Zhou. In terms of age, I can be your grandfather. You should call me Grandpa when you see me. Do you know what is superior and inferior, you little bastard, and do you still have rules in your eyes? "

"Noisy!"

Ji Chen stepped forward, slapped Zhou Ziyang's face with his backhand, the speed was extremely fast.

Zhou Ziyang didn't even have the time to react, he was slapped flying, and his two teeth were pulled out.

Ji Chen took another step forward, came up to Zhou Ziyang, and stepped on him.

"Old miscellaneous hair, what are you, you dare to talk about your dignity in front of me, and you are also qualified to be called a senior in front of me. I think you are impatient."

Half of Zhou Ziyang's cheek swelled instantly, and he was furious, "You, how dare you hit me, I want you to die."

There was a riot of true energy on his body, and his cultivation on the eighth floor of the foundation was undoubtedly revealed. He struggled to get up, but was firmly trampled by Ji Chen.

Ji Chen's feet are like a big mountain, pressing on him firmly.

"It was you, an old bastard who dared to be respected in front of me, even a small accountant."

Ji Chen kicked Zhou Ziyang into the air, then rushed forward to kick again.

"I told you to pretend to be coercive, told you to rely on the old and sell the old, and told you not to understand superiority and inferiority, idiot!"

Ji Chen kicked frantically, cursing while kicking.

Zhou Ziyang had no strength to fight back, so he could only scream.

"Ouch, you... how dare you..."

"Oh my mother...how dare you hit me...you..."

"Ouch, my mother... oh my mother..."

"Don't, don't hit... I was wrong..."

Zhou Ziyang screamed like a pig being killed.

(End of this chapter)