Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

The new contract had already been drafted before Wang Xu arrived; it wasn't deliberately targeting him.

Chen Feng's attitude will not change because of a mere Wang Xu.

The jewelry in Yongning Bay is of excellent quality and highly sought after; one can make a lot of money simply by buying and selling it in the normal market.

However, according to the information Ma Song found out, they relied on a contract to speculate and make huge profits, completely waving the banner of the Canglang Gang while undermining its livelihood.

"Have you finished reading?" Chen Feng asked casually.

This contract was actually an opportunity, his last leeway.

If the man in brocade robes is willing to sign and hand over his previous ill-gotten gains, then there is still room for negotiation and compromise.

"Master, I can't sign this contract." The man in brocade robes was deathly pale.

If we sign this contract, not only will we not make any money, but we'll also have to pay out of pocket.

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

Chen Feng sighed inwardly. He had already given you a chance, but you didn't seize it. You can't blame anyone else.

Then Chen Feng stepped aside, revealing the door behind him, indicating that the two could leave.

The man in brocade opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more, but he swallowed the words back.

The two walked towards the door, looking utterly dejected.

Ma Song leaned closer to Chen Feng and asked in a low voice, "Master, what's next...?"

"Follow the rules."

Chen Feng's words were concise and to the point.

"Understood." Ma Song watched the two figures leave, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The absence of future cooperation does not mean that the past is over. Since old grievances have been brought up again, they should be settled properly.

They secretly swindled the Canglang Gang out of money and thought they could just let it go? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Outside the hall.

Wang Xu was completely stunned.

Why is Chen Lang the leader of the Canglang Gang? How can Chen Lang be the leader of the Canglang Gang? How can a mere youth like him be the leader of the Canglang Gang?

From the moment he went in until he came out, he could clearly sense that Chen Lang never gave him a second glance, as if he were an insignificant stray dog ​​on the street.

I can't help but dislike it after just one glance.

The neighbor who casually mocked him suddenly became the head of the Canglang Gang, a position he couldn't even reach even if he knelt on the ground.

This dramatic reversal completely robbed Wang Xu of his ability to think.

"Look what you've done!" The man in brocade robes vented all his anger on Wang Xu.

The man in brocade robes gripped Wang Xu's collar tightly, demanding in a stern voice, "Do you know the hall master? Did you offend him before? Speak!"

Wang Xu stammered and couldn't speak.

The past taunts and sarcastic remarks have all turned into slaps to his face, each one stinging with pain.

You will bear all the losses!

After uttering those words, the man in brocade left in a huff.

Wang Xu was filled with disbelief. How could he bear such a responsibility? This wasn't just his responsibility alone. He was immediately anxious and hurriedly chased after them.

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered that his carriage was still in the stable, and for a moment he was caught in a dilemma, hesitating to move forward.

After much deliberation, Wang Xu finally decided to return to the stable to retrieve the carriage.

Beside the stable, Huang San leaned against a pillar, his face wrinkled and a faint smile playing on his lips. He said nothing, yet it seemed he had said everything.

"What are you looking at!"

Wang Xu was already furious, and seeing Huang San's appearance, he became even more enraged. He pointed at Huang San and angrily shouted at him.

next moment.

"Ouch!"

Wang Xu was pushed down by a force, lost his balance, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?!" a Canglang Gang servant cursed at Wang Xu.

He had just finished feeding the horses when he came over and saw Wang Xu pointing at Huang San and calling out to him. He was shocked, because this was the hall master's coachman.

He immediately rushed over and shoved Wang Xu without saying a word, trying to keep Wang Xu away from Huang San. Who would have thought that Wang Xu was so easily pushed that he fell down immediately.

Hearing the commotion, the other servants all came over, looking at Wang Xu with hostility.

"You, you all!"

Wang Xu knew something was wrong, so he quickly got up, jumped into the carriage, and left in a sorry state.

Ma Song slowly walked out of the courtyard, patted Huang San on the shoulder, and asked:

"Master Huang, do you know that person? What's his relationship with the gang leader?"

Upon seeing that it was Ma Song, Huang San immediately bowed respectfully and greeted him as "Manager Ma." However, he hesitated somewhat when asked about Ma Song's question.

Ma Song continued, "He just offended the hall master inside. I want to know who this person is, to have such audacity."

Huang San then began to explain:

"His name is Wang Xu. He lives next door to you, sir. He often makes sarcastic remarks to you, but you are broad-minded and don't take it to heart."

Everyone knew perfectly well who the "adult" Huang San was referring to was.

Ma Song watched the departing carriage, lost in thought.

Today's incident is merely a minor ripple in the otherwise peaceful days since Chen Feng took over as the hall master.

Just as a calm lake may occasionally be rippling in the wind, creating a few circles of waves before returning to stillness in an instant.

In the days that followed, Chen Feng continued to ride in Huang San's carriage, traveling back and forth between the brothel and the residence.

However, he never saw Wang Xu again, nor did he hear Aunt Wang's boastful and sarcastic voices. The whole street became much quieter.

The neighbors are saying that their business has run into problems and they have to sell their assets and leave.

The two-courtyard house was quickly bought by someone else, and Chen Feng's new neighbor became an old man surnamed Ma, who was kind and amiable.

......

......

"Old He, I'm here to collect my monthly allowance." Chen Feng handed over his waist token.

At the Canglang Gang's warehouse, many members were queuing to receive their monthly stipends.

Supplies to areas outside Yongning Bay are delivered monthly by personnel from headquarters, and the local branches calculate, register, and receive the supplies.

However, Chen Feng was the head of the Yongning Bay West District, which was not far from the headquarters, so he had to come to the headquarters every month to collect it in person.

Old Master He took the waist token, glanced at it, and as usual, took out three Qi Gathering Pills, a silver note, and several Nourishing Pills, and handed them to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng accepted the gift, thanked the man, and prepared to leave.

"Kid," Old He called out to Chen Feng, who was about to leave, his voice hoarse, "You still have contributions to make that haven't been used yet. Do you want to exchange them for something?"

Chen Feng paused, turned back, and asked, "How much have I contributed?"

A sense of doubt arose in his heart.

The West District is peaceful and quiet, without a single troublemaker. He's been the leader for so long but has never made a move, spending his days sparring with wooden stakes.

Where did the contributions come from?

"Hmm..." Steward He glanced at the register, then slowly raised two fingers.

"You have two hundred contribution points."

Then, Steward He told Chen Feng where these contributions came from—the area was peaceful and uneventful, which was also considered the hall master's achievement, and the headquarters would send people to conduct private inspections every month.

You'll receive thirty contribution points just for being assessed, which is equivalent to one point per day.

"That doesn't make sense either. I've only been the hall master for a little over two months. At most, I wouldn't have scored more than ninety points, would I?" Chen Feng asked doubtfully.

"What's your hurry, kid? Let me finish." Old He said calmly, spitting a mouthful of phlegm into the spittoon beside him.

This is an old problem of his; his throat is uncomfortable, and he always speaks in fits and starts.

"Your West District has arrested many unscrupulous businessmen in the past two months and confiscated their assets. A portion of the proceeds will be converted into contributions for you."

Chen Feng was speechless; so this was possible.

"What can you exchange for 200 contribution points?" Chen Feng asked.

Steward He took a scroll of bamboo slips from the shelf behind him and slowly unrolled it on the counter:

"Here, all the options available to the sect leader are listed. Take your pick."

Chen Feng picked up the bamboo slips, on which were listed a series of rare and precious items.

Elixirs, weapons, martial arts techniques, armor and protective gear, rare and precious materials—it has everything, encompassing all things.

Chen Feng's gaze quickly locked onto the martial arts techniques section—[Wave-Chasing Blade], [Surging Wave Palm], [Wave-Treading], [Azure Wave Technique]...