Wu Chan felt that he had caused a lot of trouble to the Gong Family Martial Arts School in the past few days, so he helped recruit some apprentices as a thank you.
But he forgot one thing: Gong Family Martial Arts School has not accepted a male apprentice for many years.
Therefore, those thirty people were in a dilemma - they signed up, but the martial arts gym refused to accept them. He dared not leave the martial arts gym for fear of being retaliated by Wu Chan.
The palace father proposed a compromise.
"You can pay a small registration fee first, and you will get free bandaging at the same time. We will notify you when our martial arts school accepts male apprentices."
Everyone is forgiven.
Every martial arts school has its own unique method of treating trauma. The palace father could bandage the wounds of thirty people by himself without any effort. The refugees left the martial arts hall one after another, looking like they were about to cry. They gathered at the entrance of the martial arts gym to cause trouble after receiving a favor fee and being promised food after the work was completed. Now the benefit fee is all used to pay the registration fee, and there will also be the cost of changing the dressing later. The whole thing was like paying for a beating, and they were so regretful that their intestines turned green, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt aggrieved.
Gong Tiantian stood in the yard, watching the backs of these people leaving: "Why do I feel that their sadness far exceeds the pain of their wounds."
"Because it's true that I lost my wife and lost my troops." Gan Xiaoyi said.
This is the truth, but Gong Tiantian feels as if he is deliberately emphasizing something.
"How did you compensate Madam?"
"Their hands are injured." Gan Xiaoyi said.
"???" Gong Tiantian.
It was already noon when the last group of people left the martial arts gym.
Wu Chan was embarrassed: "I wanted the martial arts studio to generate income, but it wasted up Brother Gong's time all morning."
The palace father smiled and said: "I did the math, and after excluding the cost of medicines and bandages, I made a small profit. So I should thank Brother Wu. I plan to treat everyone to a restaurant at noon."
My mother took her senior brother Hou Lang out to do some errands in the morning and would not be back at noon. Gong Tiantian was worried about what to have for lunch. When she heard her father's words, she immediately became energetic: "Okay, okay, now is just the right time!"
"But..." Palace Father said.
"But what." Gong Tiantian said.
"I'm worried." Palace Father said.
"What are you worried about?" Gong Tiantian said.
"Those people at the door haven't gone far yet. I'm worried that if they see us happily eating out with the medical bills they just paid, they will be so angry that they suddenly die in the street." Gongfu said.
"These people are really troublesome." Gong Tiantian was unhappy, "By the way, boss."
"What?" Wu Chan asked.
"Why did you let them go so easily? No matter what, they should be asked to reveal who was behind the scenes." Gong Tiantian said.
"It's not necessary." Wu Chan said.
"Why is it unnecessary? If we know who is behind the scenes, we can come and beat them up. Otherwise, it will be too easy for them." Gong Tiantian said.
"A tiger will not trample an entire rat's nest just because a rat is trying to steal meat." Palace Father said, "Your boss has more important opponents to guard against."
"Who?" Gong Tiantian asked.
"Think about it for yourself. Your father has taught you to think independently since you were a child." Gongfu said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you really can't think of it. Just beg me and I will tell you."
"Dad, don't look down on people, I can figure it out myself." Gong Tiantian said.
"You think about it slowly, I'm going to cook first, and we can make do with it at noon." Gong Fu entered the kitchen.
Wu Chan was about to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but Gong Tiantian grabbed his arm.
"Have you thought of the answer?" Wu Chan asked.
"No." Gong Tiantian said, "I just want to ask you not to help in the kitchen. A man with bad cooking skills cannot save another man with bad cooking skills. In the field of cooking, there will never be a negative or a positive. , it will just keep approaching the unpalatable limit.”
"Boss, I think what Sister Gong said makes sense, so I'd better go." Gan Xiaoyi said.
"..." Wu Chan.
As the palace father said, the fugitives' riot in the morning was as insignificant as a mouse scratching its itch.
The so-called mastermind behind the scenes is nothing more than a businessman trying to put pressure on Wu Chan and force Wu Chan to sell his sword.
Wu Chan's tug-of-war between one and thirty is enough to establish his authority, and no more businessmen will harass him in a short time.
What Wu Chan really needs to worry about and be on guard against is the attitude of the D067 New Town City Hall.
Because of the existence of alliance laws, all city halls around the world do not participate in the process of dividing the spoils after the zombie wave, leaving the opportunity to make money to the people. However, City Hall holds final power over pricing and cash recovery, leaving no room for bargaining.
In some new cities, the final price given by the city hall is so low that it is almost plundering, and people are not allowed to trade privately with merchants before the recovery of the loot is completed, which is equivalent to the city hall monopolizing the loot after the zombie wave.
Most people chose to endure it and sell the loot to the city hall at a very low price, while some people preferred to keep the materials for their own use. For the latter situation to be true, a major premise is needed - the city hall has no interest in this thing.
If the town hall becomes interested, the owner has to sell even if he doesn't want to.
Given the rarity of whale-level monster materials, it would be difficult for anyone not to be interested in weapons transformed from fangs.
According to the laws of the alliance, as long as Wu Chan lives, the fang sword belongs to him. Wu Chan doesn't plan to sell knives, but once the D067 New City City Hall wants to buy knives, the pressure and means it will exert are beyond what a few businessmen can match.
From the past reputation of D067 New City and the current level of activity of businessmen, it can be inferred that there will be no forced buying and selling by the city hall for the time being. However, Wu Chan has always been accustomed to preparing for the worst in advance. Rumor has it that there is a lot of unhappiness between the old city lord who is about to abdicate and his three sons...
Until the tasteless lunch was almost finished, Gong Tiantian couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer, so she simply didn't think about it. Anyway, if something went wrong, the boss would solve it. As the saying goes, if the sky falls, the tall man will hold it up.
"By the way, boss." Gong Tiantian asked suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Wu Chan asked.
"What's so funny about losing your wife and losing your troops at the same time?" Gong Tiantian asked.
"Who told you this sentence is funny?" Wu Chan asked.
Gong Tiantian pointed: "Gan Xiaoyi."
Gan Xiaoyi: "!!!"
Wu Chan hooked his index finger: "Xiao Yi, let's change places to chat."
Gan Xiaoyi: "Boss, everything is discussed..."
The seven days in September are the days when the corpse tide normally ends.
The city hall has lifted the city restrictions, everyone can enter and leave the Night Wall freely, and people at the waste incineration station can go back to work.
But Wu Chan and the others did not set off because a black armored truck blocked the entrance of Gongshi Martial Arts School, suddenly becoming the most eye-catching sight on the entire street.
"Mr. Wu, I'm here to deliver the car."
It was Long Sui who stood in front of Wu Zen.
Then, he saw the stick in Wu Chan's hand.
"This is?"
"An ordinary weapon."
Wu Chan waved his hand, and Gong Tiantian and Gan Xiaoyi walked out of the martial arts hall one by one. They worked together to carry the remaining fangs of the whale-level evil, which were picked up by Long Sui's men.
But Long Sui didn't even look at the fangs, his eyes were firmly attracted by the ferocious leopard.
"After the transaction is completed, we will leave first." Wu Chan said.
"Won't you check whether this truck meets your requirements?" Long Sui said.
"I believe in the reputation of Horizon Business Group." Wu Zen said.
Believing in the reputation of the Horizon Business Group is equivalent to trusting the reputation of Long Sui, which is equivalent to trusting Long Sui himself.
"Everything on your list is in the cargo compartment." Long Sui said.
"Okay." Wu Chan threw the fierce leopard into the cargo compartment and said to Gong Tiantian and Gan Xiaoyi, "Get in the car."
"Before the ultimate zombie wave in December, I will be in D067 New City. If you need anything, you can contact me." Long Sui said.
"I understand." Wu Chan said.
"as well as… "
Wu Chan was in a hurry and interrupted Long Sui, "You don't have to finish everything at once, so that you can have something to talk about next time we meet."
Rumble.
The armored truck drove off.
The guards at Horizon noticed that their boss had a rare smile on his face. Thinking about his murderous demeanor, they felt a little panicked.
"Boss, the car is far away," someone reminded.
"Did you hear that?" Long Sui was still looking into the distance...
"What?"
"He said it himself that we would meet next time."
“…”
"Do you know what this means?"
"He's perfunctory with you," the guard said.
"You know nothing." Long Sui was in a good mood, so she didn't agree with him.
"This shows that Wu Chan already regards me as a friend, but he just doesn't want to admit it."
The palace father and the palace mother held hands and stood at the door of the martial arts hall looking at Long Sui's back.
"He might have had a misunderstanding."
"Should you tell him?"
"You'll get scolded."
"Right."
The couple silently closed the door of the martial arts hall.
This chapter was too difficult to write, sorry for keeping everyone waiting!