Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 562 Art!

Then, he said to the members of the parent association: "Search, don't let the Blackwater club in this building go, Xiaoqi, you take someone to shovel the headquarters of Heishui, there are only more than 30 people left there .”

  The young man named Xiao Qi smiled: "Okay, just wait."

   This Xiaoqi is still a time traveler. Since he followed Luo Wanya, he has been working very hard. In just two or three months, the world of watches has been replaced by a Porsche 911 Targa.

  At this moment, Zhang Mengqian looked at the burly fat man outside the door giving orders, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

   Club Rush?

  Is it such a coincidence?

The little boy looked at Luo Wanya's gloomy expression, and thought that it had nothing to do with him. The manager of this pigeon cage didn't know how many times he changed it, but there would be no big difference after each change. The protection fee is sometimes more and sometimes less.

  At this time, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Mengqian, and the fierce expression made the little boy back away in fright.

The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw the fat man walk into the house silently after everyone else left, and said to Qing Chen with a low smile: "I was worried about whether you were injured after you escaped from the trap, but now it seems that you are not. Look at me How are you doing?"

   Obviously, Luo Wanya has been fully trusted. He knows Qing Chen's identity at this time, and even knows the existence of the little boy.

  Zhang Mengqian stared blankly at this scene.

  He looked at Luo Wanya, then at the weak Qing Chen.

   "It came in time," Qing Chen said with a smile, "Go and do your work. In addition, from today onwards, I will take over the management of the pigeon cage for the Blackwater Society, and collect this month's protection fee first."

   "Huh?" Luo Wanya was stunned for a moment. Didn't the boss say before that he should be disciplined and principled? Why is everyone doing club work again now?

  This is different from what the boss said before.

   This pigeon cage is full of the poorest people in the entire federation.

"You also know that there are city managers on top of the Blackwater Society, and half of the protection fees they receive have to be donated. If the money is cut off, you will not be able to stand firmly in City 22," Qing said. Chen said: "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all of this, so we can only adapt to it first. This change can't be too slow, because we only seize the day, but it can't be too fast. If you want to redefine it, then You must first learn to endure."

  Luo Wanya agreed: "Understood."

Qing Chen said: "In addition, the same is true for the poor here. Other associations charge protection fees, but if you don't, it will appear that you don't fit in well. If you treat the residents here well from the beginning, one day you will be a little If you do something wrong, they will jump out and blame you, but when you change from bad to good, they will remember it in their hearts. This world is so ironic. It is too kind to evil people and too evil to good people. Doing good things does not require you to be brainless If you donate all your enthusiasm and blood, you will get hurt."

  Luo Wanya thought for a while and asked: "Then what are we doing with the protection fee? Didn't you say before that there is a new way to incorporate slums?"

  Qing Chen smiled and said, "You do what I say, and you'll know after a while..."

  He explained in a low voice, Zhang Mengqian just watched in such a daze.

  Luo Wanya left while there was no one in the corridor. From today onwards, he still has a lot of things to do.

  After he left, Qing Chen looked back at Zhang Mengqian, smiled and said, "Can you hang out with me now?"

  Zhang Mengqian only felt a little absurd. The Blackwater Society he was so afraid of just now became dead in a blink of an eye.

   These people have done all kinds of evil things, and they have cheated so many people in the slums, so it is not a pity to die.

   But the key point is that the person who he judged as "weak" turned out to be the leader of this matter.

  Zhang Mengqian hesitated: "Who are you?"

  Qing Chen walked to the window, opened the window and let the cold winter wind pour in, making the air in the room less turbid.

  The wind shook Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him sober and brighter than ever before.

  Qing Chen stood by the window and thought for a while and said, "You can call me the boss like everyone else.

  …

  …

  The art club’s process of collecting protection fees in the pigeon cage building went smoothly.

  People here are used to the model of collecting protection fees. They don't care who collects them, as long as no one comes to hack them every day after paying.

  The Blackwater Society is not a big society, and the building they control is only this one.

  Everything starts here.

   One thing that is surprising is that the protection fee is a sum of money, and some deposits were found in the headquarters of the Blackwater Society.

  In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first went to the PCE Security Management Committee with a sack of money to make a confession. Those officials were curious about why the Blackwater Society was knocked down, but seeing how sensible Zhang Qinghuan was, they didn't care about it.

  At this moment, these agents have not yet realized what is going to happen in District 9 and how far-reaching it will be in the future.

   If there is no major event, they may not be able to go to the lower three districts a few times a year.

  If you have that time, why not go to the fourth district to find a girl.

  In the evening, in the slums of the ninth district, everyone saw an elevator maintenance vehicle entering.

  Strange, every building in District 9 has elevators, but all the elevators are broken, and no one will fix them.

   Moreover, the maintenance personnel themselves were worried about the security of District 9, so they didn't dare to come.

   Therefore, the elevator maintenance vehicle has always been a rare visitor here.

  The car was escorted by the art club and came to the Pigeon Cage Building. Many people on the street watched and watched the maintenance personnel go in for maintenance.

  The art club also specially sent someone to help look after their maintenance vehicle, otherwise, when the elevator is repaired, all four wheels may be missing, and the engine may not be there.

  The scene outside the pigeon cage shocked many people, and no one knew what happened.

   More than two hours later, night fell.

  The maintenance personnel came out of the building and said to Xiaoqi: "This elevator is actually nothing serious, but no one has come to repair it since it broke down. The hardware is all good."

  The elevator maintenance personnel were sent away, and in the night, another "Blue Shield Monitoring" vehicle came over and began to install monitoring in the pigeon cage building.

  Elevators, safe passages, and the end of each corridor are all monitored.

   Not only that, but they also installed monitoring on the roof to monitor the high-altitude parabolic situation on the outer wall.

  The people in District 9 laughed. Someone actually tried to install surveillance here? Isn't this so funny?

   Don’t even think about staying here for one night under the surveillance of the PCE Security Management Committee!

   Just installing these surveillance cameras, I was busy from 8:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m.

   Unsurprisingly, after two o'clock that night, several young people were bouncing around in the elevator, making the elevator crunch, and pointing the **** at the surveillance camera.

  These young people live on the fifth floor, and they don't care at all whether the people upstairs have elevators, because they don't need them anyway.

  Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian next to him: "What are they doing?"

  Zhang Mengqian said: "These people are gamblers. They go out to steal things on weekdays. They were caught in the sixth district before, but they broke the owner's tendon. Recently, they hid in the ninth district and dare not go out. There are no guns."

  Luo Wanya nodded: "Xiaoqi, you go, 10 days."

   As a result, five minutes later, Xiao Qi came to their door alone.

  In the ten-square-meter room, there were seven people crowded together, and Xiao Qi screamed and screamed after being beaten by Xiao Qi alone, and the screams could be heard in the whole building.

  In the safe passage, the voice-activated light that was just repaired went off and then on, on and off again, without stopping at all.

  It's getting old.

  At around four o'clock that night, several young people unscrupulously came to the surveillance camera in the corridor and smashed it with a stick.

  Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian: "What do these people do?"

  The little boy said: "These are designed to dismantle other people's mechanical limbs, and there are no guns."

  Facts have proved that at least half of the people in the slums are honest. They really have no choice but to live here, and even here they are bullied.

   There are also some people who are criminals who commit crimes, and they can't go to other places. It is this small group of people who have the most violent tendencies and the highest desire to destroy.

  Xiao Qi is still beating someone here, and there is another call from the other side. Luo Wanya said on the phone: "Room 7809, 10 days."

  He smiled and said to the young people in front of him: "You have to thank the kind residents on the 78th floor, otherwise you will have to suffer for a while. By the way, remember to pay for the damage to public facilities, and I will collect it tomorrow."

  Xiaoqi also has different strikes, and he only picks rough skin and thick flesh to hit. The punches are not fatal, but they hurt.

  The 10 days mentioned by Luo Wanya means to keep these people out of bed for 10 days.

Luo Wanya has no intention of being used to these people at all. In the entire Pigeon Cage Building, there are four C-level masters including him, and twenty-eight D-level prospective fighters, ready to respond to various anti-riot operations at any time. .

  He knew that the people in the Ninth District would not accept what they were doing for a while.

  When he asked Qing Chen how to do these things, Qing Chen only answered one sentence: use the method that these people can accept, and let them accept it.

  Qing Chen did not avoid the evil that would arise in this process, nor did he hide behind Luo Wanya, letting Luo Wanya make this decision alone, while he hid behind his back like a white lotus.

  In his opinion, this is what he has to do, and the decision is naturally his.

  He doesn't mind getting blood on his hands.

  In the early morning, Zhang Qinghuan was drowsy in the temporary monitoring room. He only felt that Luo Wanya and his group were working tirelessly, which was too much.

  Xiaoqi came back excitedly: "Lao Luo, what shall we do next?"

  Luo Wanya thought for a while and said: "During the day, you will **** a group of people to repair the sewer and replace the aging circuit. The day after tomorrow, you will bring those violent elements to clean the entire building and keep it clean."

  Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time: "... Isn't this our property?"

  Luo Wanya smiled: "Have you ever seen a property with such a high fee?"

  For a pigeon cage with a room of 10 square meters, the monthly fee for each room is 2,000 yuan. Even if half of it has to be handed over, it is still 1,000 yuan.

  Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya and the others can earn at least 70%-80%.

  The previous associations were unwilling to even pay the 20% of the cost, and they were also unwilling to do this kind of "shameful" business.

  As for Luo Wanya now, he just reduced some profits.

Qing Chen made a calculation for Luo Wanya before. The lower three districts are home to 50% of the city's population, and each district has nearly a thousand residential buildings like pigeon cages. There are about 900 households.

   This is an unimaginably huge property fee, and those associations have already helped the parents' association to make a market.

  At this time, in the surveillance, a person sneaked up to the door of a certain resident, and seemed to be secretly unlocking it.

   This time Luo Wanya didn't need to say anything, Xiao Qi hummed a little song and went straight away.

  …

  …

  At noon, the residents near the Pigeon Cage Building in District 9, the first time they woke up was to observe this side.

  To their surprise, the surveillance cameras were still there, and all the surveillance cameras outside the building were intact.

The newly recruited people from the art club are leading a group of residents with bruised noses and swollen faces to clean up, while Xiao Qi leads people to place trash cans downstairs, and "kindly" teaches the residents of the pigeon cage how to distinguish between dry garbage, wet garbage, and harmful garbage. Garbage, recyclable garbage, if you can't learn it, stay with the garbage...

   This is too weird, they look at those little hooligans who are laughing and joking every day, and they suddenly become good babies.

  At this time, a young man opened the window on the 61st floor, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and was about to throw it down.

  Xiao Qi looked up coldly.

  The young man looked downstairs with great interest, as if he was looking at whom he should throw at.

  But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange clicking sound above his head.

  The young man froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked up to the sky.

  The next moment, I saw a figure sliding down the rope quickly, like a special force of the Federal Army, falling from the 88th floor of the cloud and coming to him!

   With a bang, the fallen figure kicked the young man's chest with both feet, kicked him back from the window, and then got into the window himself, and began to beat him violently.

  The young people in the room are all stupid, he is just throwing garbage, as for not?

  I'll ask you if you don't?

  Do you need to use this sturdy way to solve the high-altitude parabolic problem? !

  At this moment, those who were watching this scene all exclaimed in their hearts at the same time, and their nervous toes almost picked a hole in the slippers.

  This is too cruel! ? Is this still a society?

  The owner of the art club, Zhang Qinghuan, stood downstairs and stared blankly, and finally murmured: "Art!"

  At the beginning, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and the others were going to do. He just felt that it was a bit idle and flustered to work hard to repair elevators and install surveillance cameras in the slums.

   But now, he realizes what changes are going to happen here.

  A group of more rogue people came to manage and recruit rogues...

  Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn't this the art he longs for?

  Who in the entire Federation did this? No one has ever done this!

  This is a pioneering feat!

  (end of this chapter)