Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Like a union, members must pay membership dues.

The dues are handed in layer by layer, and the profit can be divided as much as possible by sitting in the hall.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips, how could he care about such a small amount of money.

"Let me sit in the pavilion. Don't call it sitting in the pavilion. It sounds ugly. People who don't know better think that they can't get up from the kang and are lying on the bed.

There is no need to set up any prefix. From now on, we will be called Qingyun Gate.

I am the founder of the sect, Qingyunzi! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Guohua, who was watching Zhao Chuanxin's mischief, immediately retorted: "No! Never!"

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Where are you staying?"

Zheng Guohua said with great sincerity: "Don't call it a door. All the halls in Hong Kong and Hong Kong have Hongmen. Calling it a 'door' is an act of disloyalty and is deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors."

This made Zhao Chuanxin annoyed, as the name Qingyunzi was too common.

When the time comes, a sword for killing immortals will be built and passed down from generation to generation. The one who gets the sword will be the master. The more powerful it is, the more ritual it feels.

This old man is so lenient.

Zhao Chuanxin thought of another idea: "Otherwise, call it a dragnet?"

"It can't be named after the universe, especially if it takes up two characters. I'm afraid we can't afford it and will suffer a bloody disaster."

"Otherwise, would you call me the prodigal son of Hong Kong Island?"

"Be more serious."

Zhao Chuanxin patted the table and said dissatisfiedly: "This won't work, that won't work either. Then tell me, what name should I give it?"

The old man stroked his beard: "It's very simple. You just need to put a prefix. Since 'harmony' is the most precious thing, we use 'harmony' as the prefix. Lian Xinsheng is called He Xinsheng, and Sheng Huitang is called He Sheng." Hui, An Le Tang is called He An Le..."

Isn't that what they were called historically?

"What a mess." Seeing Zheng Guohua's proud face, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but interrupt: "These names are not loud, I can't remember them. Okay, from now on we will be called Xuantian Sect. I am the founder of the sect. Grandmaster, I am the first leader."

Zheng Guohua was very unhappy: "This..."

It doesn't sound like a serious Jianghu sect.

"Okay, please don't keep mumbling about whether there is something or not. It's settled. Remember, from now on we will be called Xuantian Sect!

Xuantian Sect is an upright sect and cannot engage in any crooked ways.

The main purpose is to support justice and expel the Tartars! "

When Zheng Guohua heard this, he turned pale with horror: "Drive out the Tartars?"

Why does it sound like he wants to overthrow the Qing court?

The group of people who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty gradually changed their tune after coming to Hong Kong Island.

No one still thinks about whether these things are available or not. They are all running around desperately to fill their stomachs and survive.

Why does it sound like Zhao Chuanxin is going to rebel?

Knocking on the table, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't interrupt.

The Qing court won't be able to survive for a few more years, so don't worry, someone will naturally take action when the time comes, and it won't be the turn of soldiers like you.

These 'Tatars' are foreign powers, foreigners and Japanese. "

Unexpectedly, Zheng Guohua became even more nervous.

He quickly looked at Li Ziyu aside.

Everyone looked at Li Ziyu.

Li Ziyu touched his nose.

It seems that he is standing in the camp of the great powers and foreigners.

Zhao Chuanxin moved the Madsen machine gun on the table and moved his fingers on the machine gun: "Jingcheng, do you have any objections?"

Li Ziyu quickly waved his hand: "No objection, I just lost my hearing and didn't hear anything."

"Look, it's not a big deal." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged at Zheng Guohua. "Don't worry, Jingcheng is with us."

Li Ziyu echoed: "Yes, yes, we are in the same group."

Zheng Guohua: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "From now on, don't collect any membership fees. Those three melons and two dates are used to exploit the people, and they will not be of any substantial help to Xuantian Sect."

Hearing this, Jin Yacheng became anxious: "Master, this is not feasible, we can't run it."

This is what he mainly lives on.

You can't make a fortune, but you can make ends meet.

Good guy, you are so adaptable, is the leader going to say it out loud now?

Everyone cast disdainful glances.

Now it's only Zhao Chuanxin who sets the rules, and everyone hasn't expressed their agreement yet. Are you worried?

Zhao Chuanxin cast an approving look at Jin Yacheng.

This made Dakuuchang annoyed. Why did Jin Yacheng, a bad guy, get the upper hand?

He gritted his teeth: "I agree with the leader's proposal to cancel the membership dues."

The hall masters were in an uproar.

I didn’t dare to refute blatantly.

The rebuttal was not to give Zhao Chuanxin any face.

I have to ask if the machine gun on the table will agree.

At this time, the machine gun had finished its deterrent effect. Zhao Chuanxin casually took the Madsen machine gun under the table and put the machine gun into the space.

Then he put his hands on the table and said: "Don't be so impatient. Now each hall will report your business, and I will study it first."

This time, Oguchi Chang was the first to speak: "Most of my cousins ​​run shops (shops). If they are bullied, I will stand up for them."

Jin Yacheng said: "My restaurant manages the seafood stall, and all imports and exports have to go through me."

"My church members are carrying bags in Victoria Harbor..."

Everyone talks a lot, and their livelihoods are also diverse.

Most of the time, Zhao Chuanxin was very happy, because it was different from those of later generations, and he could barely be considered a regular businessman.

Until, someone said that he ran a smoking den. Another said he ran the stables (you get the idea.).

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it.

Li Ziyu looked at it and felt a chill rising in his heart.

When he studied Zhao Chuanxin, he learned about a little habit of Zhao Chuanxin.

It is said that Guan Gong will not open his eyes, but will kill someone if he does.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, does not usually smoke cigars. If he smokes cigars, he will rush into people with a gun.

But this time, Zhao Chuanxin gave the two of them a chance: "What is your name?"

"I am Yuan Tuotuo."

"Tuotuo, you have to close your opium shop."

After speaking, he looked at Yuan Tuotuo intently.

They are all wallowing in the world, how can those who can get ahead lose their temper?

Although they had not dared to resist Zhao Chuanxin before, Yuan Tuotuo's own interests were involved at this time.

Especially his business, where he earns a lot of money every day, and has a bad temper, how can he be willing to give up?

"impossible!"

He gritted his teeth and was determined.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it?

Well, I declare that noon has arrived! "

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, a ball wrapped with electric light condensed on his hand.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand lightly, and the electric ball went straight towards Yuan Tuotuo.

When everyone didn't react, Yuan Tuotuo didn't even have time to scream.

then,

Yuan Tuotuo, who was still sitting on the chair, turned into a lump of charcoal.

It really became a mess.

The pungent burnt smell dispersed.

Jin Yacheng made a sound of "vomit" and threw up while holding on to the table.