Then, he said to the mbers of the Guardians' Union: "Search, don't let any of the Blackwater gang in this building go. Little Seven, take your n and wipe out Blackwater's headquarters. There are only thirty or so people left there."
The young man called Little Seven grinned: "Okay, you just wait and see."
This Little Seven was also a Ti Traveler. Ever since following Luo Wanya, he has always worked very hard. In just two or three months, he had traded his Outer World car for a Porsche 911 Targa.
At this mont, Zhang ngqian watched the burly fat man giving orders at the door, his mind couldn't keep up.
Gang fight?
Such a coincidence?
The boy looked at Luo Wanya's gloomy expression and thought that it actually had nothing to do with him. The manager of this pigeon cage had changed countless tis, but each ti there wasn't much difference, except that the protection money was sotis more and sotis less.
At this ti, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang ngqian, and the fierce expression scared the boy back.
The next mont, Zhang ngqian saw that after everyone else had left, the fat man silently walked into the room and said in a low voice to Qing Chen: "I was still worried about whether you were injured after breaking free. Now it seems that you are not... How do you think I perford?"
Obviously, Luo Wanya was already fully trusted. He knew Qing Chen's current identity and even knew about the boy.
Zhang ngqian stared blankly at this scene.
He looked at Luo Wanya and then at the frail Qing Chen.
"You ca just in ti," Qing Chen said with a smile. "Go about your business. Also, from today on, the Arts Society will manage this pigeon cage. Collect this month's protection money first."
"Ah?" Luo Wanya was stunned. Didn't the Boss say before that we should be disciplined and principled? Why is he letting everyone do gang activities now?
This is different from what the Boss said before.
This pigeon cage houses the poorest people in the entire Federation.
"You also know that the Blackwater gang has the city managers above them. Half of the protection money they receive needs to be offered up. If this money is cut off, you won't be able to stand firm in City 22," Qing Chen said. "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all this yet, so we can only adapt to it first. This change cannot be too slow, because we only seize the day, but it cannot be too fast. If you want to redefine it, you must first learn to endure."
Luo Wanya responded: "Understood."
Qing Chen said: "Also, treat the poor people here the sa way. Other gangs collect protection money, but you don't, which will make you seem out of place. If you are too good to the residents here from the start, one day if you make a slight mistake, they will jump out and criticize you. But if you change from bad to good, they will rember it in their hearts. This world is so ironic, being too kind to the wicked and too harsh to the good. Doing good deeds doesn't an you should wholeheartedly dedicate all your enthusiasm and blood, because you will get hurt."
Luo Wanya thought for a mont and asked: "Then what do we use the protection money for? Didn't you say before that there was a new way to incorporate the slums?"
Qing Chen smiled: "Do as I say, and you'll know in a while..."
He whispered instructions, and Zhang ngqian just looked on in bewildernt.
Luo Wanya left before anyone was in the corridor. From today onwards, he had a lot to do.
After he left, Qing Chen turned to Zhang ngqian and said with a smile, "Now, can you follow ?"
Zhang ngqian only felt a bit absurd. The Blackwater gang, whom he had feared so much, had all beco dead n in the blink of an eye.
These people had done countless evil deeds and cheated so many people in the slums, so their deaths were not a pity.
But the key is that the person he had judged as "frail" was actually the mastermind behind this.
Zhang ngqian hesitated: "Who are you?"
Qing Chen walked to the window, opened it, and let the biting winter wind pour in, making the air in the room less stuffy.
The wind ruffled Zhang ngqian's hair, making him feel unprecedentedly clear and bright.
Qing Chen stood by the window and thought for a while, then said: "You can call Boss, like everyone else."
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The Arts Society's collection of protection money in the Pigeon Cage Building went smoothly.
The people here were used to the practice of collecting protection money. They didn't care who collected it, as long as they paid, no one would co and chop them up every day.
The Blackwater gang wasn't a big gang, and they only controlled this one building.
Everything has to start here.
One pleasant surprise was that besides the protection money, they also found so savings in the Blackwater gang's headquarters.
In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first took a sack of money and went to the PCE Public Security Committee to make an offering. The officials were curious how the Blackwater gang was taken down, but seeing that Zhang Qinghuan was so sensible, they didn't mind.
At this mont, these investigators didn't realize what was about to happen in Ninth District, and what far-reaching impact it would have in the future.
Without major incidents, they might not go to the Lower Third District more than a few tis a year.
They might as well find a girl in District 4.
In the evening, in the Ninth District slum, everyone saw an elevator maintenance vehicle entering.
Strange, every building in Ninth District has an elevator, but all the elevators are broken, and no one will repair them.
Moreover, the maintenance personnel themselves were also worried about the security situation in Ninth District and didn't dare to co.
Therefore, elevator maintenance vehicles were always rare here.
Under the escort of the Arts Society, the vehicle arrived at the Pigeon Cage Building. Many people gathered on the street, watching the maintenance personnel go in for repairs.
The Arts Society even specially sent people to help watch their maintenance vehicle, otherwise, when they ca out after repairing the elevator, maybe they would not even have four wheels left, and their engine might not be there either.
This scene outside the pigeon cage building surprised many people, and everyone didn't know what was going on.
More than two hours later, night fell.
The maintenance personnel ca out of the building and said to Little Seven: "There's nothing seriously wrong with this elevator. It's just that no one has repaired it after it broke down. The hardware is fine."
After sending away the elevator maintenance personnel, a "Blue Shield Monitoring" vehicle ca over in the night and began installing surveillance caras in the Pigeon Cage Building.
Elevators, safety exits, and the end of each corridor on each floor were all equipped with caras.
Moreover, they also installed caras on the roof to monitor high-altitude throwing of objects from the outer wall.
The people of Ninth District laughed. Soone actually tried to install surveillance caras here? This is a joke!
Even the PCE Public Security Committee's caras couldn't stay here for one night!
Just installing these caras took from 8 pm to 1 am.
Unsurprisingly, at around 2 am that night, several young people were jumping up and down in the elevator, making the elevator creak, and giving the surveillance cara the middle finger.
These young people lived on the fifth floor. They didn't care whether people on the upper floors had elevators or not, as long as they didn't need them.
Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang ngqian beside him: "What are they doing?"
Zhang ngqian said: "These people are gamblers. They go out to steal things, and were caught in the Sixth District before. They cut the tendons of the victim's hand, and have recently hidden in the Ninth District and dare not go out. They have no firearms."
Luo Wanya nodded: "Little Seven, go, 10 days."
As a result, five minutes later, Little Seven ca to their door alone.
In the ten-square-ter room, seven people were cramd together and beaten by Little Seven alone, screaming miserably, the sound so loud that the whole building could hear it.
In the safety exit, the newly repaired voice-activated lights were turning on and off without stopping.
It was terrible.
At around 4 am that night, several more young people ca to the corridor monitoring area unscrupulously and smashed the monitoring equipnt with a stick.
Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang ngqian: "What are these people doing?"
The boy said: "These people specialize in dismantling others' Cybernetic Limbs, and they have no firearms."
It turned out that at least half of the people in the slums were still honest. They were really desperate and could only live here, even though they were bullied here.
So others were criminals who committed cris, and they couldn't go anywhere else. It was this small group of people who had the most violent tendencies and the highest desire for destruction.
While Little Seven was still beating people, there was another call. Luo Wanya said on the phone: "Room 7809, 10 days."
He smiled at the young people in front of him: "You should thank the kind residents on the 78th floor, otherwise you would have to endure it for a while longer. By the way, rember to pay for damaging public facilities. I'll co to collect it tomorrow."
Little Seven knew how to control his strength. He only hit the tough parts of their bodies. Each punch wasn't fatal, but every punch hurt.
Luo Wanya's "10 days" ant that these people wouldn't be able to get out of bed for 10 days.
Luo Wanya didn't pamper these people at all. In the entire Pigeon Cage Building, including him, there were four C-Class experts and twenty-eight D-Class Zhunti thod warriors, ready to respond to various violent suppression operations at any ti.
He knew that the people in Ninth District wouldn't accept what they were doing for the ti being.
When he asked Qing Chen how to do these things, Qing Chen only answered one sentence: Use the thods these people can accept to make them accept.
Qing Chen didn't avoid the evil that would appear in this process. He didn't hide behind Luo Wanya and let Luo Wanya make the decision alone while he hid behind and acted like a white lotus.
In his opinion, this is what he should do, and the decision should be made by him.
He didn't mind getting his hands dirty.
In the morning, Zhang Qinghuan was dozing off in the temporary monitoring room. He only felt that Luo Wanya and his n worked tirelessly, which was too hardworking.
Little Seven returned excitedly: "Lao Luo, what are we going to do next?"
Luo Wanya thought for a mont and said: "During the day, send another group of people to repair the sewers and replace the aging circuits. The day after tomorrow, start cleaning the entire building with those violent thugs and maintain cleanliness."
Little Seven was stunned for a long ti: "...Aren't we property managers?"
Luo Wanya smiled: "Have you ever seen property managent that charges so much?"
Ten-square-ter pigeon cages cost 2000 yuan per month per room. Even if half needs to be handed over, that's still 1000 yuan.
Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya and the others could earn at least 70%-80%.
The previous gangs were unwilling to pay even this 20% cost, and were unwilling to do this "shaful" business. They did a business with no capital and huge profits.
Now Luo Wanya only reduced so profits.
Qing Chen had calculated an account for Luo Wanya before. The Lower Third District gathered 50% of the city's population. Each district had nearly a thousand residential buildings like pigeon cages, and each building had about 900 households excluding vacant ones.
This is a huge amount of property fees that is hard to imagine, and the gangs have already paved the way for the Guardians' Union.
At this mont, on the monitor, soone was secretly approaching a resident's door, seemingly trying to pick the lock.
This ti, Luo Wanya didn't need to say anything, Little Seven humd a little tune and went straight towards it.
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At noon, the residents near Ninth District Pigeon Cage Building got up and observed this place first thing in the morning.
To their surprise, the surveillance caras were still there, and all the outdoor caras were intact.
The Arts Society's newly recruited people were taking a group of bruised and swollen residents to clean up, while Little Seven and his n were placing garbage bins downstairs and "kindly" teaching the pigeon cage residents how to sort dry waste, wet waste, hazardous waste, and recyclable waste. Those who couldn't learn would stay with the garbage...
This was too weird. They looked at those little thugs who were always making trouble and suddenly beca good children.
At this ti, a young man opened the window on the 61st floor and was about to throw a black plastic bag down.
Little Seven looked up coldly.
The young man looked down with interest, as if looking for soone to aim at.
But before the plastic bag was thrown, he heard a strange clicking sound from above.
The young man froze, turning his head to look up.
The next mont, a figure slid down a rope at high speed, like a Federation Group Army special forces soldier, falling from the clouds of the 88th floor, to him!
With a bang, the falling figure kicked the young man in the chest, kicking him away from the window, and then he also crawled into the window and started a beating.
The young people in the room were dumbfounded. He just threw so garbage, did he need to?
I just ask you, is it necessary?
Do you need such a fierce way to solve the problem of high-altitude throwing?
At this mont, those who were watching this scene all exclaid "Wow" in their hearts, their toes almost digging holes in their slippers.
This is too brutal!
Is this still a gang?
Arts Society Boss Zhang Qinghuan stood downstairs blankly, and finally murmured: "Art!"
At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and the others were going to do, he only felt that it was a bit idle to repair elevators and install surveillance caras in the slums.
But now, he realized what kind of changes would happen here.
A group of even more gangster-like people were governing and integrating gangsters...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly beca excited. Isn't this the art he craved?
Who in the entire Federation has done this? No one has done it before!
This is a pioneering feat!
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