All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 227 A good fighter has no great achievements (22)

Once Raymond's million-dollar sponsorship was issued, the whole town was shocked immediately.

The official salt has not arrived for a long time, and the price of private salt is extremely high. The people of Wenzhen have had enough, but they have no way out, so they can only bear the exploitation and oppression of Master Zhao.

Now that cheap salt is coming, it is like rain after a long drought.

People from every household came from all directions to buy salt from Raymond's Salt Store.Someone set off firecrackers on the street, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of firecrackers resounded throughout the city, and the dead Wenzhen finally revived.

There was such a big battle and the sound of firecrackers resounding, there was no cover.

Although the Fujiki Club is a top-notch gang, it is rooted at the bottom and has its own set of information sources.

Soon the news reached the headquarters of the Fujiki Club.

The headquarters of the Tengqi Society, Zhao's house is a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits. It comes from a small nobleman who has subjugated the country. The architectural specifications are exceptional.

This kind of etiquette system is already equivalent to an official residence, breaking the standard.

But the Tengqihui is a local tyrant, the officials and the people love each other, if the people don't raise their hands, and the officials don't correct them, they will be safe and sound

On this day, there was a wave of disturbance in the peaceful and peaceful Zhao family mansion.

"Master, it's not good, it's not good!"

Menzi hurried in, ready to run into the lobby, but was stopped by the guard outside the door.

The nursing home laughed and scolded: "You kid is looking for death, the uncle and the others are talking about things inside."

The door wiped off his cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "Brother Li, something big happened, someone came to snatch the business."

The nursing home frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, kid, who on this ground would dare to grab the business of Tengqihui, I don't want to live anymore."

Menzi anxiously said: "Really, it's a foreigner, and the leader's surname is Lei!"

The nursing home was taken aback, pulled the door and said: "You and I will report to the uncle."

On this day, Fujiki will meet the five masters, and they will gather to discuss matters as usual.

Everyone is full of smiles, thinking about their own calculations and dividing up the benefits.

Suddenly, the nurse ran in with the door.

The third child of Tengqihui frowned and shouted: "What's the matter, you can't come in after I finish talking."

With a plop, Menzi knelt down and said tremblingly, "Third Master, something serious happened."

"My brothers came to report that a man named Lei came to steal our salt business."

"I heard that the price of salt has dropped to ten cents!"

"what?!"

"Boy, tell me clearly..."

The third child, the fourth child, and the fifth child stood up one after another, furious. These days they are the only ones who bully others, when will it be others' turn to bully them.

The third child turned around and shouted, "Brother Zhao, we can't bear this."

A cold light flashed in Uncle Zhao's eyes, and he raised his hand, motioning for the door to stand up.

"You give me, from the beginning to the end, don't leave a word."

Menzi hurriedly stood up, trembling and told the whole story.

Teng Qihui's second child laughed loudly after hearing this: "Ten renminbi is lower than the official salt, they are not afraid of paying death!"

Then he turned his head and said to Uncle Zhao: "Brother, don't worry about them, with their way of selling, they will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"No!" Uncle Zhao's eyes were dark, and he murmured, "This Lei Meng, I know, he is the leader of the Xuan'an Gang in Xuan'an County next door, and he is also a salt seller. He has a way."

"The visitor is not good."

"What! They are from Xuan'an County." The eldest brother said angrily: "Isn't the price of salt in Xuan'an County the same as ours a few days ago?! Everyone's well water does not violate the river water, why is he doing business at a loss?"

"Because, people's hearts!"

Uncle Zhao clenched his hands tightly, made a loud noise, and said through gritted teeth: "Even if he sells salt at our current price in the future, the common people will go to him to buy it!"

As soon as this remark came out, the third, fourth, and fifth children all looked confused. Only the second child, who had studied Chinese for a few days, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Brother, we can't go on like this, we need to drive them out of Wenzhen and out of our county!" The second child said firmly

"That's right." Uncle Zhao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he yelled, "Let all the fellows in the gang who are above the seventh level of Houtian and the brothers of the ninth level of Houtian come over."

"Let's have a good talk with the bombers from the Xuan'an Gang."

Several hall masters rang out one after another, because Xuan An helped move their cake.

The square was extremely lively, Luo Feng stood on one side and stared silently, followed by his follower Chen Hu, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, not far away, Uncle Zhao brought a group of brothers to kill him.

Chen Hu was surprised and said: "Sir, you are right, they really have to come."

Luo Feng nodded without surprise.

No, Luo Feng figured it out, he is not a god yet, the current situation is due to intelligence.

Five years ago, he learned that Uncle Zhao's backer in Tengqihui was the sheriff. During the five years, he continued to feed the sheriff with profits, and promised to pay more filial piety after taking the profits of Wenzhen.

Three years ago, he figured out the rules of the Fujiki Club. At this time of year, the five heads of the Fujiki Club would gather to discuss matters.

Not long ago, he found out Uncle Zhao's true strength, a natural master, an enemy of hundreds of people on the battlefield.

After many years of information, Luo Feng dared to act only after nine levels of certainty.

And my own family came to the scene to supervise, to fill in the last layer of loopholes, and anyone who wanted to jump out and make trouble would be pressed into the coffin board.

As a dynamic society dominating the whole county, Fujiki Society is naturally not weak, and to some extent competes with the government.

But to ordinary people, it was still a huge monster. Seeing Uncle Zhao coming, they immediately scattered and fled.

Uncle Zhao didn't care about this.

Because he knows that as long as the enemy in front of him is dealt with, how much wool he wants to squeeze, and how much there is.

"Hmph!" Uncle Zhao sneered, stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, "Master Lei, let's..."

Lei Meng laughed loudly, dropped the cup, and suddenly the five hall masters appeared, bringing two hundred elite gang members to kill them.

Do it directly, mentally and unintentionally.

For a while, Fujiki will be at a disadvantage and will be suppressed all the time. If no miracle happens, the disadvantage will become stronger and stronger until he dies.

Luo Feng stood watching from a distance, as stable as an old dog, but Chen Hu, the follower next to him, was a lot nervous.

He is just a small group of people, a little clever, when has he seen such a scene of hundreds of people fighting.

"Sir, do you think we will win?!" Chen Hu stared at the square and said, "I've heard those storytellers say that in our situation, if a master appears or someone plots against you, it will be overturned." ..."

"Bah, bah, bah, I won't make a comeback, God bless me, I, Chen Hu, just said nonsense..."

Luo Feng smiled lightly: "You are afraid, why not go up and help."

Chen Hu thought for a while, then nodded viciously, picked up the thing and rushed forward.

Luo Feng looked at the gradually clear situation and nodded in satisfaction.

There is no comeback, any tricks, hole cards, all are risky behaviors with insufficient strength.

The Xuan'an Gang was weaker than Fujikikai ten years ago, and twice as strong as Fujikikai five years ago.

Today, it is about five times that of the Fujiki Club.

Wouldn't it be beautiful for a good fighter to have no great achievements and enough strength to directly crush him and let his opponent be called grandpa.

Sun Tzu said: Therefore, in the battle of the good, there is no victory, no name for wisdom, and no meritorious deeds.

Do not take risks, operate safely, is really stable!

(End of this chapter)