Chapter 180 Accident

After Wu Chong left, the restaurant fell into a strange calm.

The three of them silently put down their wine glasses.

"This new village owner seems to be a little disrespectful."

The effeminate man sitting next to Shopkeeper Bao casually pushed the geisha in his arms away, not even the slightest bit intoxicated.

"The batch of fine iron that was taken away from the villa last month was the material that Master Dao Guan Ji requested by name. If"

"No ifs!"

The feminine young man was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Mingjian Villa is a major sword-making sect. It is normal for swords to suffer some wear and tear."

Wherever there are people, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are rivers and lakes.

Famous Sword Villa has been passed down for three hundred years.

They have long penetrated into all aspects of Wanjian City, and they have done this kind of reselling of materials frequently.

This is how they played when they were demons, and now that they are in Daozhou, they still play this way.

"If he wants to investigate, let him do it. Mingjian Villa is not a government agency, and it is normal for him to lose some account books and so on." Shopkeeper Bao had a sinister look on his face, and Wu Chong's attitude of not giving him any face made this shopkeeper Bao Very dissatisfied.

Several of them made a date to meet the new village owner today, just to test each other's attitude.

If they know the current affairs, they don't mind giving each other a little soup, and then everyone sits down and makes a fortune together. But if they don’t understand current affairs, don’t blame them for playing dirty tricks.

In this world, besides force, there are many means.

A young man, they have plenty of ways to keep each other busy.

"He's just a younger, stupid guy. I've seen a lot of people like this."

The remaining restaurant proprietress yawned charmingly.

"You are too cautious."

It seems that he doesn't take this so-called 'new village owner' seriously at all.

This is not difficult to understand.

After decades of interest relationships with others, why should everyone give you face when you, a stranger, come in? Owner? They can deny their biological father in the face of interests! Not to mention Wu Chong, the owner of the village without any foundation. Even in the modern society in Wu Chong's memory, there were many cadres who were parachuted into the local area and were ignored.

"Caution is the boat."

Shopkeeper Bao picked up the clothes next to him, turned around and left.

The feminine young man also followed.

Only the restaurant owner was left drinking quietly inside.

The three people represent the three major forces under Mingjian Villa. Compared with the most conspicuous Mingjian Villa, they are the real power in Wanjian City. In addition to the identity of Mingjian Villa, each of them also controls a power that is unique to them.

And the source of profits for these forces is Mingjian Villa. The relationship between the two is like that of a tree trunk and a parasite.

Famous Sword Villa.

Under the leadership of an old servant, Wu Chong completed the handover of the village.

He has officially become the owner of Mingjian Villa.

However, this kind of thing usually requires a big banquet, but Wu Chong saved this process. Setting up a banquet is a waste of time, and with his current status, the people below may not be convinced. If he really throws a banquet, there will be trouble.

This can be seen from the fact that Shopkeeper Bao and others did not follow him after he left the banquet.

Normally, as stewards of Mingjian Villa, Shopkeeper Bao and the other three would come over to report their duties to him.

"Sir, the account books are very confusing. Many materials and swords have recorded losses, but the specific method of loss has not been explained."

Ma Runan had been a head catcher in black and was no stranger to auditing accounts.

In the past period of time, she had already preliminary checked some of the account books of Mingjian Villa, and found that there were numerous problems in them. Some don’t even bother to cover up.

After all, it is still a Jianghu sect.

There are many differences from the methods of the Daqi imperial court.

"It seems that our arrival has made some people unhappy."

Wu Chong was not surprised.

How is it possible to make a moving cake and expect others to cooperate fully? It was possible for those people to burn Zhuangzi down if they got desperate.

"For a village as big as Mingjian Villa, with the resources of one city, the revenue is actually a loss after one year."

Turning to the last page of the account book and looking at the results, Ma Runan showed an incredible expression.

This is too blatant.

"Okay, let's go back and rest first."

Wu Chong did not study these contents in detail.

If people's problems are not solved, just thinking about checking the accounts will not solve the problem. Maybe there is a trap from the previous owner of the village buried in it. If you really want to check this account book, you are looking in the wrong direction. Not to mention spending a lot of time and energy, it may not be possible to figure it out in a year.

"yes."

Ma Runan put down the account book, turned around and went back to the house.

Mingjian Villa is very big.

There are also many places to live, which is much better than in Chongzhou Prefecture before. At least you don't have to worry about trivial matters, everything will be taken care of by the servants. This Jianghu sect, which has been inherited for more than three hundred years, has a very complete organizational structure.

It would be even better if no one took him for a fool.

Wu Chong walked to the window and looked at the night scene of the street in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Midnight watch.

The watchman knocked and the sky was silent.

Shopkeeper Bao, who was sleeping, was suddenly woken up by everyone, and noisy sounds came from outside.

"Sir, Guo San is dead!"

A wounded man ran in from the outside, and when he saw Shopkeeper Bao, he immediately told him the answer he least wanted to hear.

"Where's the goods?!!"

Shopkeeper Bao, who was wearing silk pajamas, didn't care about the life or death of the visitor. He grabbed the other person's collar with a ferocious expression and forcibly dragged the person up.

"lost."

The man who was already seriously injured had blood flowing out of his mouth after being pulled like this.

"Where's my fine iron? Thirty cartloads of fine iron, you told me you lost it?!"

The furious shopkeeper Bao grabbed the guard's neck and turned his fingers into claws.

"Rao"

Click!

Before he could finish his plea for mercy, shopkeeper Bao had his neck broken.

"Useless trash, it would be a shame not to die!"

After killing the person, shopkeeper Bao threw the body next to him, and he was completely sleepless.

Such a big movement quickly alerted others.

Not long after, Mr. Long, shopkeeper Bao's staff member, came over. Looking at the body on the ground, he waved. Soon subordinates came over and dragged the body away.

After cleaning up the bodies, Mr. Long walked in.

"Sir, thirty carts of fine iron is not a small amount. If the hole cannot be repaired, we will all be in big trouble."

Mr. Long is a scholar in Daqi and is deeply involved in all the transactions of Shopkeeper Bao. He knows better than anyone how bold Mr. Bao's business is, and he basically recognizes money but not people. I don't know how much of the refined iron he sold was sold to foreigners.

Those guys are all wanted criminals in Daqi!

If we dig deeper, one by one, all of them will lose their heads.

"The old method is to go to the state capital to apply again. Use the name of the village owner."

Shopkeeper Bao stopped and said a method.