It was already late at night, and most people were already asleep by this time.
However, the prosthetic leg tavern on the commercial street was bustling with activity.
The mercenaries and hunters sat together, drinking 3 Yajing bottles of beer brewed from Shell Valley, playing poker, and bragging to each other about today's harvest. The waste pickers were also sitting in the corner in twos and threes, drinking and discussing good places to pick up waste. The scantily clad bar girl lay lazily beside the bar, waiting for tonight's prey to fall into the trap.
Zhou Guoping, the bartender, stood in front of the bar, wiping glasses as usual, and occasionally chatting with the familiar woman lying in front of the bar. In a sense, the owner-bartender's buddy is famous among these knife-headed blood-lickers. Everyone who has caused trouble in this tavern has, without exception, suffered bad consequences.
Everyone was speculating on his identity, and many good people even gave him the nickname "Bald Bartender."
Of course, no one would guess that his true identity is the informant responsible for collecting intelligence for the actual controller of Block 6.
"Old Li, you just came back from Liuding Town. Did you have any fun there?" A mercenary wearing alien skin armor asked his old friend while burping from wine.
"It's still the same. It's so boring that it makes you sleepy." The mercenary with a shaved head took a sip of wine and waved his hands.
Compared with the prosperity of the Sixth Street District, the light of Liuding Town has gradually been obscured.
"Really? Haha, where is the goddess from the Screw Tavern? I remember that girl is your dream girl." The mercenary on the side patted Lao Li on the shoulder and laughed loudly.
"I haven't seen him. I guess he is no longer active in the Wanghai City area." The mercenary known as Lao Li said with some annoyance.
"I hope I wasn't caught by some group of predators and used as RQ." One person whistled and laughed.
"If you don't want me to stuff you into the toilet and choke on your saliva, I advise you to shut your mouth." Lao Li stood up with a gloomy face.
However, the mercenary did not show weakness and instead whistled provocatively.
"Fuck his mother. Lao Li, this guy was just joking. Just treat him like a fart." The mercenary on the side quickly grabbed him and secretly pointed at Zhou Guoping, who had stopped moving. .
Although Old Li's face was still ugly, he still sat down. Follow your friend's finger and look. The dirty-mouthed mercenary also shrank his neck and sat back.
Fighting here is purely because you don’t want to live anymore.
Zhou Guoping glanced at those people and saw that the mercenaries had calmed down. He continued to wipe the cup in his hand, but he cursed with contempt in his heart.
You are a bunch of idiots, your goddess has been played with in different positions by a rich and handsome guy no matter how many times.
It's quite sad to say that Chu Nan is now the executive officer of the Sixth District, but he is still the owner of the tavern. I didn't even receive notice about such a big thing as going back to participate in the reform bill.
Although among a group of minor characters, his reputation as a "bald bartender" is still quite loud, but only he knows the specific situation. Even when faced with Zhao Chenwu, who surrendered to Jiang Chen, his status was more than a head lower.
To be honest, he was really afraid of meeting that guy Chu Nan. After all, that Zhou Xiaoxia had also encountered that group of bandits when he was a bandit in the Gray Gu Mercenary Group. Although Chu Nan didn't seem to take him to heart, Zhou Guoping knew that his weight in the boss's heart was probably not one-tenth that of Chu Nan's, and it would be very easy for him to kill him.
Since the sixth block was occupied by the Fishbone Base. His presence as a tavern for collecting information became thinner.
Just when he was distracted for a moment, the communicator he placed under the bar vibrated.
Zhou Guoping put the cup and rag aside as usual, took out the communicator from under the bar and took a look. When he saw a few big words on the screen, he was obviously stunned, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.
[Sender: Jiang Chen
Content: Come back.]
After half a year, the boss finally remembered him!
Leaving the work to other waiters, Zhou Guoping took his coat and put it on himself, and quickly walked out of the tavern without stopping.
... ...
To be honest, Jiang Chen doesn't really want to reuse people with moral stains. But think about it. Among his men, Zhou Guoping seemed to be the only one who dealt with mercenaries more.
He is really the most suitable candidate for the president of this mercenary union.
At this moment, Zhou Guoping was standing in front of Jiang Chen's desk. He buried his head and waited for his instructions.
"Speaking of which, your movements are quite fast." Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Hey, how dare I neglect you? I came right after I received the news." Zhou Guoping said flatteringly.
Seeing Zhou Guoping's flattering look, Jiang Chen smiled and pulled out a stack of paper documents from the table.
"Don't be nervous. It's a good thing that I came to you. Please take this document and read it."
Zhou Guoping smiled flatteringly, took the document with a nod and bowed, and then glanced through it, but he was stunned before he read two lines.
"Mercenary union?"
"That's right. I plan to let you be the president of this guild." Jiang Chen said with a smile as he crossed his fingers on the desk.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie, Marshal Xie!" Zhou Guoping almost shouted the wrong words in excitement, and his exaggerated acting skills almost made him kowtow.
"Okay, save the flattery for later. That's why I came to you. I have already asked others to take care of the station. It will be built directly opposite the bank in the Sixth Street. Your mission is to get this mercenary Start the union and I hope to see your results within a week."
"Promise to complete the task!" Zhou Guoping said, patting his chest and confirming.
"Then go ahead." Jiang Chen dismissed.
After bowing, Zhou Guoping turned and left. But when he reached the door, he stopped as if he thought of something, turned around and asked.
"By the way, that prosthetic leg tavern—"
"I will find someone else to take your place. From now on, your focus will be on managing the mercenary union." Jiang Chen said.
"yes."
Zhou Guoping respectfully exited the door.
About half a minute later, Jiang Chen leaned on the chair and asked Han Junhua, who was standing aside, with a smile.
"What do you think about giving this position to such a person?"
Han Junhua only spent two seconds thinking.
"In terms of ability alone, he is the most suitable candidate."
Having a certain prestige among mercenaries is indeed more appealing than an unknown person. If someone like Cheng Weiguo or Zhao Gang were allowed to be the president, it would be difficult to form a mercenary union.
"What about other aspects?"
"If I could read people's hearts, I wouldn't lose to you." Han Junhua replied calmly.
Jiang Chen smiled noncommittally.
"Then I'm really lucky." (.)