Cyber Daming

Shandong Chengxuan Political Envoy Department, Lingshan Guard.

As a small coastal town, the historical origins of Lingshanwei can be traced back to the pre-Ming Dynasty. At that time, the Japanese rebellion was raging. In order to prevent Japanese pirates from invading the mainland, the empire established three major Japanese camps, and Lingshan Guard was under the jurisdiction of Jimo Camp.

In the modern era of the empire, Emperor Longwu led his army to conquer the country and completely wiped out the Japanese rebellion. At the same time, he established a civilian area for Japanese pirates.

Since then, Lingshan Guard's role as a military town has been minimal. Its main function is to provide material support for the imperial army stationed in the Japanese civilian area.

After Emperor Jiaqi ascended the throne, as the New Donglin Party implemented the policy of "enlightenment" and treated Japanese civilian areas as the empire's mainland, Lingshanwei's role as a material port was also lost.

Today, the impoverished Lingshanwei has completely become a paradise for stowaways and smugglers.

Late at night at the intersection of Zi and Chou, the long street in front of Liangwan such as Lingshan Weijia is still very lively.

Ming Dynasty-style hotels and restaurants occupy the best locations in the street, while in slightly remote corners there are many izakayas and brothels with strong Japanese characteristics.

In the salty, wet and smelly sea breeze, the colorful carp streamers fluttered together with the welcome banner with black characters on a white background.

Jingle Bell.

The wind chimes hanging under the neon signboard kept ringing, and every time the store door opened and closed, it was accompanied by a loud noise.

Wearing a long skirt and a Japanese kimono, Liuying stood at the entrance of the alley, her charming eyes scanning the bustling crowd, looking expectantly for the next generous benefactor.

Mobile vendors carefully exist in the gaps between shops, selling some cheap food mixed with opium.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the end of the long street.

The crowded crowd seemed to be pushed to the left and right by an invisible force, revealing a wide passage and also allowing unidentified pedestrians behind to see the source of the commotion.

This is a group of strong and domineering men.

The leader walking at the front wore a black armor with an open collar, revealing his muscular and well-defined chest. A huge female face is tattooed on the dark skin. The left face is charming and delicate, while the right face is ferocious. There are also two lines of ancient Chinese characters from the Ming Dynasty distributed symmetrically: Don't be afraid of guards in life, don't be afraid of Huangliang in death.

It's just that the stitching of this tattoo is not very good. It does not highlight the desired impact of the coexistence of flesh and machinery. Instead, it makes the entire composition look a bit distorted and weird.

A ferocious scar stretched from the man's forehead to his chin, his nostrils were rolled up, his yellow teeth were exposed, and he was full of fierceness.

In today's world where changing one's face is easier than changing one's clothes, it is rare, impressive and unforgettable.

There is indeed no merchant on this street who does not know him.

His real name is ominous, his nickname is Evil Corner, he is a foreman of Mozhou Shipping Company.

This Mozhou Shipping Company is well-known among the more than ten companies in Lingshanwei, large and small, that mainly engage in shipping business. It has one first-class bay and several second-class bays under its name, and has fixed routes to the Jamin District and Koryo District.

And Evil Horn, the so-called foreman, is actually a thug supported by Mozhou Shipping.

After all, the water transport business has been a mixture of money and blood since ancient times. Not only does it have to compete with the unpredictable sea, but it also has to compete with greedy people.

Therefore, each shipping company in Lingshan Guard has its own armed forces, which are no less ferocious than the various gangs in the interior.

The first-class Liangwan at the end of this bustling long street belongs to the Mozhou Shipping Company, and all the merchants on the street naturally rely on them to survive.

On this day at the end of every month, the evil horn will appear on time and collect the profit share of the month from each house.

In the words of the owner of Mozhou Shipping, they rely on the mountains to eat, and the sea to eat the sea. This sea is theirs. Naturally, it is impossible for these merchants to benefit for free, so the money they should give cannot be less.

Evil Horn always remembered the proprietor's words very well.

A group of men painting dragons and phoenixes swaggered through the market, and pedestrians on both sides walked away quickly as if they had seen the god of plague.

The evil horn stopped in front of a Japanese-style izakaya. The boss with a rose haircut was already kneeling on the wooden steps in front of the shop, looking at him with a flattering face.

"Damn it, you have to pick and choose when you pay. The only way to do it is to kneel down."

The evil horn reached out and grabbed a guest who was waiting in the izakaya, hugged him in his arms, and then inserted a bill into the other person's chest that was shaking with fear.

"Come and read to him in the bird language of you sinners, louder."

Liu Ying tremblingly pulled out the bill from the gap, held her throat and read loudly in Japanese: "Kinzo Izakaya, No. 17, Mozhou Street, last month owed the first payment of three thousand treasure notes, and it is due this month. The first payment is five thousand treasure notes, with interest.”

"Two thousand interest!"

The evil horn interrupted Liu Ying's words with a ferocious voice, "The principal and interest added together are exactly ten thousand treasure notes. I asked him if he has the money ready?"

"Your Excellency Evil Horn."

Before Liu Ying could speak, the owner of the izakaya who was kneeling on the ground said urgently in fluent Ming Dynasty Mandarin: "This interest rate is wrong!"

"It turns out you can speak human language."

Evil Horn pretended to be surprised, and pushed the frightened Liu Ying in his arms to his subordinates behind him, looking down at him from a high position, "Then why don't you help me calculate it, where did I fail to calculate it correctly?"

Zheng!

Evil Horn stretched out his hand and tore off his left index finger, and the place where the bone should have been was replaced by a cone blade radiating cold light.

"Let's make an agreement first. If you make a miscalculation once, I will stab you. Don't worry, I won't let you die. I carry the hemostatic medicine from the farmer's Xuanhutang with me, and the effect is immediate. But the price is not low, one spray will cost 10,000 yuan. "

The owner of the izakaya looked at the knife in his right hand and medicine in his left hand. He was already trembling with fear when he stabbed people and treated them with medicine. He said tremblingly: "Sir, the business of the shop has not been very good recently. The principal can be paid now, but can the interest be paid? More grace?”

"It's not impossible for you to give me some mercy."

A hint of joy appeared on the izakaya owner's face, but then he was torn to pieces by the villain's next words.

"It's just that you have to ask the dock first if it agrees."

"Your customers have to step on the ground of this street every day. Does this count as a loss? The fresh fish you sell have to be unloaded at this pier. Does this count as a cost? I gave you grace, what will Mozhou Company get? Money for maintenance and repairs?”

Strong words, messy and illogical.

The core is one sentence, you have to give this money.

However, Evil Horn was intoxicated with his art of language and felt that he had learned the essence of both kindness and power from the proprietor.

Otherwise, the owner of the izakaya named Mitsui in front of me would be so convinced?

Mitsui was trembling all over. He took out a piggy bank that looked like a Bodhidharma doll from his arms and shook it left and right with a special frequency.

When the villain's patience was about to run out, Mitsui finally finished entering the key, and a thin stack of red banknotes came out of the puppet's mouth.

"Sir, this is all the money I have in my hand now."

Evil Horn raised his eyes and counted the stack of money clearly. He deliberately added a function to scan and identify treasure banknotes in the mechanical eye, which not only prevents counterfeiting and detects banknotes, but also counts money quickly.

After all, his hands are used to draw blood, so how can he use them to count money?

"There are nine thousand in total, but one thousand is missing."

Evil Horn signaled the men behind him to take away the money, while he flicked the awl and approached Mitsui step by step.

"Let's do this. It's just a stab but no cure. I won't charge you any money, but I'll give you a thousand."

Bang!

The Daruma doll in the izakaya owner's hand fell to the ground, and the tongue in the malfunctioning mouth rolled back, making a gesture of swallowing money.

Phew!

The evil horn slowly pulled out the awl that was stabbed into the opponent's abdomen, and cursed with a sinister expression: "This time it's one thousand for one knife. If you can't pay for it next time, I can only offer one hundred for one knife."

Mitsui covered the wound on his stomach and collapsed in a pool of blood, but he still nodded with a smile on his face.

"Walk!"

The high-spirited Evil Horn led the crowd away, completely unaware of a pair of cold eyes among the crowd watching him.

"Zhao Qingxia, I didn't expect that your Tianzhihui would have such an industry? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's just making money, it's not shabby."

Zhao Qingxia listened to the sarcastic voice ringing in his ears, gritted his teeth and whispered: "It's so fucking shabby!"