Seventy years old is the age to take risks!

"Brother, are you serious? Don't give me any bad advice."

Liu Mang frantically winked at Jiang Yuan.

"Hahaha....Alright, I think we'll go with Brother Jiang's idea. Next month, the western district of the outer city will be under your management."

Zhu Hu suddenly burst into laughter.

"Thank you for your trust, Master."

"but...."

Zhu Hu changed the subject, grinning, "Brother Jiang, our black market has its own rules. If you try to change the rules without authorization, it's fine if you succeed, but if you don't, the losses will be..."

Jiang Yuan immediately understood and bowed slightly, saying, "I am grateful for the trust of the Hall Master. If I fail to achieve results, the losses will naturally be borne by this old man."

"Oh? I wonder how Brother Jiang plans to take responsibility?"

Zhu Hu's eyes immediately lit up.

Immediately, Zhu Hu realized he had been somewhat out of line and said with an embarrassed smile, "Brother Jiang, please don't be offended. I was just worried that this matter was of great importance and would put too much pressure on you. It's best to discuss things beforehand."

Jiang Yuan smiled faintly: "I naturally understand the meaning of the Hall Master's words."

He knew that Zhu Hu had no good intentions.

The reason I called him here today is ostensibly to ask him for advice on how to run a black market, but in reality, I want to drag him into it.

In his words, the fact that the White Tiger Hall was at the bottom of the rankings had become Jiang Yuan's responsibility alone, and he couldn't shirk it, otherwise he could be charged with talking nonsense!

To put it bluntly, Zhu Hu was still very wary of him and was deliberately testing his abilities at every turn.

But most people would probably be grateful for his appreciation.

Jiang Yuan continued, "Don't worry, Master. I've been traveling the martial world for many years and still have some wealth on me. If the White Tiger Hall's performance declines, I'll make up for the loss."

"Very good!"

Zhu Hu beamed, his smile widening even further: "With Brother Jiang's words, I can finally rest assured!"

"Brother Jiang, feel free to change the rules of the West District however you like, and I'll take full responsibility for the consequences!"

"I'll entrust this deputy hall master's token to you for safekeeping, brother."

As he spoke, Zhu Hu took out a token and looked at Jiang Yuan with a smile on his face.

The implication of these words is that if Jiang Yuan handles this matter well, he will become the true deputy leader of the White Tiger Hall, a temptation that cannot be underestimated.

Another promotion?

Seeing this, Liu Mang and Ding Wu were both stunned. They had worked under Zhu Hu for so many years and were only a steward. This Brother Jiang had only been working for a few months and was about to surpass them.

"Thank you, Master."

Jiang Yuan accepted the token and bowed slightly.

After leaving the Zhu residence, Liu Mang hesitated for a moment, then pulled Jiang Yuan aside and asked, "Brother, are you really confident you can improve the White Tiger Hall's performance?"

He was actually well aware of Zhu Hu's intentions. On the surface, he valued Jiang Yuan, but in reality, he just wanted to trick Jiang Yuan. To put it bluntly, he was bullying an honest person.

But his intuition told him that Jiang Yuan was not someone who could be easily manipulated.

Jiang Yuan immediately stopped and looked at Liu Mang: "What, Brother Liu, don't you believe me?"

No, no.

Liu Mang waved his hands repeatedly, explaining, "It's just... this is a thankless and arduous task."

If you do this well, all will be well; if you do it poorly, you'll likely get yourself into a lot of trouble.

"Oh?"

Jiang Yuan chuckled. "What, you think you can kill me if I don't do a good job as the hall master?"

Liu Mang pulled Jiang Xuan aside and whispered, "My dear brother, there are a hundred things in this world worse than death!"

"If you regret it now, with your skills and experience in the martial world, you'll eventually make a name for yourself in the black market. But if you insist on getting involved in the White Tiger Hall's business, I'm afraid..."

The implication is that if White Tiger Hall continues to suffer losses, Zhu Hu has dug another huge pit for him to fall into, a pit that could ruin him forever.

The deficit of Baihutang is much greater than it appears on the surface!

At this point, Liu Mang stopped and said no more.

This suggests that he felt he had done everything he could, and that Jiang Yuan should understand his good intentions.

Jiang Yuan immediately understood and said with a faint smile, "Thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhang. Don't worry, I won't lose out."

"Sigh, alright then." Liu Mang said helplessly.

After leaving the Zhu residence, Jiang Yuan went straight to the council hall of the White Tiger Hall, intending to summon all the managers of the White Tiger Hall for a meeting.

Soon, all the managers of the White Tiger Hall's western district gathered here.

Jiang Yuan sat at the head of the hall, calmly surveying the many stewards below, and asked, "Is everyone here?"

"Greetings, Master Jiang! Everyone has arrived!" replied the disciple in charge of taking attendance.

"very good!"

"I, Jiang Yuan, am hereby appointed to full authority over the management of our West District, effective today. This is the Hall Master's token of appointment!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yuan tossed a token onto the table. It was the token of a deputy hall master, capable of mobilizing all personnel below the White Tiger Hall Master.

Everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly bowed, saying, "We greet Lord Jiang!"

"Yes, please sit down."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, handed it to Yuan Cong, and instructed, "These are the new rules for our West District. Read them aloud."

"Alright, Mr. Jiang."

Yuan Cong took the paper and glanced at it, his expression immediately turning very strange: "Master Jiang... this..."

"read!"

Jiang Yuan gave the order in a calm tone.

Yuan Cong cleared his throat and said, "Brothers, starting today, the new management rules for the West District of the White Tiger Hall are as follows."

"First, the rent for stalls and shops in every street market will be reduced by half."

"Secondly, we will abolish the protection fee and replace it with a membership fee. By registering as a member for one month, you will become a VIP of our White Tiger Hall. You will not only be able to freely enter and leave the outer city to do business, but we will also provide business protection."

"Third, strengthen protection measures and prohibit anyone from bullying those doing business on the black market; violators will be executed immediately!"

"Fourth, establish dedicated reception staff to meet any reasonable requests from people entering the black market, and always comply with their needs."

"..."

There were ten in total, and each one made the steward below tremble with fear.

These new rules were formulated by Jiang Yuan entirely according to the standards of a modern shopping mall, emphasizing high-quality service and excellent value for money, with the aim of attracting customers.

However, to the managers, this was practically asking them to do charity work!

"Master Jiang, isn't this inappropriate?"

A manager stood up and said.

"What's wrong with it?" Jiang Yuan asked calmly.

The manager named Wang Dai spoke up: "Master Jiang, according to the current rules, our performance is already at the bottom. How can we possibly lower the rent and protection fees like this?"

"Besides, your new regulations completely treat those merchants and commoners as masters. Why should we serve them?"

"Yeah, Master Jiang, why should we?"

The managers below immediately agreed.

Jiang Yuan remained calm: "Don't you understand the principle that the customer is always right, since you're trying to take money from their pockets?"

"This matter was personally decided by Hall Master Zhu. Anyone who disagrees can go and argue with him!"

Upon hearing this, no one dared to reply.

Should we confront Master Zhu?

Are they tired of living?

Zhu Hu may seem amiable to Jiang Yuanhe, but in the eyes of the other inner disciples, he is a menacing figure whom they avoid at all costs. Why would they bother to argue with him?

When you try to reason with someone, they talk about power and fists.

Although no one spoke, the resentment in their eyes was obvious.

"Alright, since no one has any objections, let's move on to the next topic and talk about your work systems."

Jiang Yuan spoke calmly.

"Work system?"

Everyone was taken aback again. Their job as managers was simply to patrol the streets occasionally, check the accounts, and see who was violating the rules of the black market. That was all.

What are we talking about?

Holding the roster in one hand, Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Dai and said, "Wang Dai, let me ask you, is your daily job to patrol and manage Taiping Street?"

"yes!"

"But are the patrols conducted daily? And for how many hours?"

"no."

"No?" Jiang Yuan frowned slightly. When he was managing Sishui Street, he worked diligently every day to ensure that the whole street was in good order and no one dared to cause trouble.

"Master Jiang, it's like this. According to the rules set by Hall Master Zhu, we patrol for one day and rest for one day, which means we work one day and rest the next."

"It's called 'doing something,' but it really just means occasionally going over to check the accounts, and each inspection lasts no more than two hours."

"At other times, outer disciples take turns patrolling the streets, as long as they don't cause any trouble."

"snort!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan flew into a rage, slamming the roster onto the table in a fit of fury!