nyslfriends Chapter 28 The Third Demand for a Title
Chapter 28 The Third Demand for a Title
Seeing that Master Qian had left, Zhao Fuquan didn't want to stay there for another second and walked out of the house.
Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan smiled.
He opened the panel and looked up at it.
[Occupation: Transport Thief]
[Level: lv1 (83/500)]
[Professional Skills: Obtaining Titles, Perceiving Luck]
The proficiency of the profession "Transportation Thief" has increased by one point.
He could naturally tell that Zhao Fuquan disliked him and dismissed what he said.
If it weren't for Master Qian speaking up, this person definitely wouldn't have bothered to talk to him at all.
Even if Master Qian asked Zhao Fuquan to try it for a month, the man would definitely be unwilling and reluctant.
Since that's the case, Qin Chuan couldn't just let this person control him like this.
Taking advantage of Master Qian's presence, he directly asked him for a fief.
And the result was just as Qin Chuan had predicted. No matter how much Zhao Fuquan disliked him, he still had to say it in a very pleasing way.
Seeing that everyone had left,
Qin Chuan and the others were also preparing to leave. Several little beggars followed behind Qin Chuan, their heads hanging low.
Although they didn't say much during tonight's ordeal, just crouching in the corner had scared them half to death.
Just as I stepped out of the gambling den, I suddenly heard the rumbling of wheels approaching from afar.
A black carriage came from the other end of the street, pulled by two chestnut horses of excellent quality.
The horses' hooves clattered on the bluestone slabs.
The carriage curtains were made of dark-patterned silk, with small copper bells hanging from the four corners, jingling as they swayed.
The coachman was dressed in an indigo short brown outfit, with a cloth belt around his waist, and his whip was neatly tucked in; he was clearly an experienced driver trained by a wealthy family.
Qin Chuan and his group quickly moved to the side of the road.
The carriage stopped slowly in front of the gambling house. The curtain was lifted, and a foot wearing a white-soled, black-faced satin boot with cloud patterns embroidered on it peeked out.
Immediately afterwards, a wealthy young man dressed in a turquoise silk robe jumped off the carriage.
He was about twenty years old, with a dark green sash around his waist and a piece of white jade of excellent quality hanging from it.
"Hey, Brother Wang, you're here!"
A somewhat familiar voice came from the entrance of the gambling den, carrying a hint of ingratiation, "Everyone's been waiting for you!"
Qin Chuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure quickly walking out of the gambling den.
It was none other than Wu Laosi.
However, today Wu Laosi had changed his usual shabby gangster attire and was dressed in a completely different outfit from head to toe.
He was wearing a satin robe, and a jade-green thumb ring was on his right thumb.
At first glance, he exudes an air of wealth and status, looking every bit like a respectable businessman in the city.
If Qin Chuan hadn't recognized his face, he really wouldn't have dared to connect this person with the previous Wu Lao Si.
After chatting for a few minutes, the two disappeared down the stairs on the second floor of the gambling den.
The person disappeared.
Qin Chuan also led Xiao Wu and the others away, returning to the gathering place.
On the way, he suddenly stopped, turned around and ordered, "Xiao Wu, Wang the Cripple, you two go find two more beggars tomorrow. Gouwa comes along tomorrow too. As for Tiedan," he paused, his gaze sweeping over them indifferently, "he doesn't need to come again."
Upon hearing this, Tie Dan's face changed drastically. He hurriedly stepped forward and pleaded repeatedly, "Brother Qin, please, please don't send me away! Give me another chance, I promise I won't do it again..." He explained incoherently, his voice filled with fear.
Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan shook his head, having already sentenced the man to death.
He actually has a scale in his heart.
If Tie Dan had simply told the manager that he was the one who brought them, then it wouldn't have mattered, and Qin Chuan could have forgiven him.
After all, it is human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm. In that life-or-death situation, it is normal for him to be afraid and confess.
But Tie Dan shouldn't have said that he didn't want to come at all, as if Qin Chuan had forced him to.
The implication in his words was as if Qin Chuan had a knife to his neck.
This kind of person eats with their bowl in hand, then curses the cook as soon as they put it down; their conscience is utterly wicked.
Qin Chuan naturally could no longer keep him by his side.
......
Busy with the matter of giving money as a wedding gift,
Qin Chuan went to Aunt Liu's place and happened to see several thugs gathered around the stall talking about something.
Seeing this, he immediately moved closer and casually put his hand into the waist bag on his side, which contained quicklime.
Ever since he had been taken advantage of by Liu Ding last time, he had become more cautious.
This thing isn't worth much, but in a real emergency, throwing it out is more effective than any knife or stick.
However, before Qin Chuan could even reach the stall, the thugs stopped talking, turned around, and walked towards other stalls.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan was also a little puzzled and asked Aunt Liu what these people were doing here.
Aunt Liu glanced at the group of people, sighed, and said with barely suppressed resentment, "What else could these bastards be doing here? They're here to deliver a message: the money we have to give for weddings next month will increase by 20%."
Qin Chuan frowned. "Twenty percent?"
That's no small amount. For a small stall like Aunt Liu's, there's hardly anything left after deducting costs. Adding another 20%...
If business is bad for a few days, the whole month's work is practically wasted.
Thirty days of hard work, and in the end, I've been busy doing all the work for someone else.
Qin Chuan didn't say anything more and got up to help Aunt Liu tidy up the stall.
The amount of money given as a gift has increased by 20%, which is not something that a few petty thugs can decide.
They're nothing but lackeys, taking whatever amount their superiors tell them to take.
The real decision-makers were the gang that controlled the street, the Iron Hands Gang.
Qin Chuan went through the rumors he had heard recently in his mind and vaguely guessed the reason.
It's probably related to the fight between the Black Tiger Gang and the Iron Hand Gang a couple of days ago.
The actual outcome is likely much more serious than he heard.
The number of dead and injured increased, and so did the amount of money spent.
The wounded need treatment, the dead need compensation, the brothers who fought need to be rewarded with money to calm their nerves, and if the government is given some patronage, none of these things are free.
Although the Iron Hand Gang runs a gambling den and collects protection money, it also has high expenses to support so many people.
After this battle, the accounts will likely be severely indebted.
How do we fill the gap?
The Iron Hands Gang can't just conjure up money out of thin air.
They either seize other gangs' territory or squeeze money out of the small vendors.
Qin Chuan suddenly remembered Qian Ye's attitude earlier that day.
No wonder they were willing to listen to him for so long and even try out the ideas Qin Chuan mentioned.
It's likely that the Iron Hand Gang is indeed short of money and is eager to find new sources of revenue.
......
The next day,
Qin Chuan went to the school as usual.
Just as he was listening intently outside the window,
The old scholar then walked over.
Their eyes met.
The two stared at each other for a while, wide-eyed.
The old teacher suddenly handed over a piece of paper and said, "Today's homework: write down each of the characters I taught you, and remember to hand them in to me tomorrow."