Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 573 The art of drawing fire from the bottom

  Night.

"Boss, let me kill that Zhang Qinghuan," Jiang Mubei sighed, "I feel that as long as we kill him, we can get close to the core power of this art club in minutes. This brat may be our biggest hinder."

"Stop being angry," Xu Linsen flipped through the news on his mobile phone, "Although this Qing Huan is a bit stupid, she is not bad at heart. Spades have principles of spades. We must unite those who are willing to change the world together. Just do it."

   "Still unite with that Zhang Qinghuan?" Jiang Mubei couldn't believe it: "Why do I feel that if we unite with him, we will be farther away from success."

   “Seek common ground while reserving differences,” Xu Linsen said.

  At this time, footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the two of them stopped talking and looked at the door of the apartment at the same time.

  The visitor passed by Jiang Mubei's room, and then opened the door of the next room.

  Xu Linsen knew that this was Chen Sui coming back from get off work.

  He asked thoughtfully: "By the way, what do you think of this Chen Sui? I seem to be familiar with this name, but I don't remember where I heard it."

   "I don't have any impression either," Jiang Mubei shook his head and said, "I've observed him, and his steps are sloppy, so he should be an ordinary person. Boss, do you doubt him?"

"It's not that I doubt it, but I think it's a bit sudden. I live next door to us and joined the club with us," Xu Linsen said. Just ask."

   "By the way, this Chen Sui didn't know where he went or why he went at night," Jiang Mubei said.

   "I heard that he works in a night market in District 4, so don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with us anyway," Xu Linsen said.

   "That's right, it doesn't matter what he does when he goes out at night," Jiang Mubei nodded.

  Xu Linsen said: "I don't know if you have noticed one thing. He doesn't come back until 4 o'clock every morning, and wakes up at 9 o'clock in the morning. He only sleeps for five hours, but he is full of energy."

   "I'll pay attention to him tomorrow."

   "Well, let's observe," Xu Linsen turned off the phone: "Go to sleep, Zhang Qinghuan said that there are still very important tasks tomorrow."

  The next morning, the two went downstairs after being summoned by Zhang Qinghuan. They saw Zhang Qinghuan carrying a bag, and 'Chen Sui' and Zhang Mengqian were looking around beside him, not knowing what they were looking for.

  After the two went downstairs, Zhang Qinghuan opened the bag and distributed an iron rod to each of them.

  Jiang Mubei wondered: "Which club are you going to destroy? If so, are there enough of us?"

   "It's not about killing someone," Zhang Qinghuan shook his head, "There are more important things to do."

  Hey, Xu Linsen feels strange now, he doesn’t hit anyone after he hits him with a stick, what is he doing?

   Zhang Qinghuan led them back into the pigeon cage, while Zhang Mengqian said from the side, "Go to Household 703 first."

  Zhang Qinghuan sneered: "As for his daughter, he has to agree if he promises today, or he has to promise if he doesn't agree."

  Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other.

  Jiang Mubei whispered: "Isn't this guy going to occupy someone else's daughter? If so, shall we be his accomplices?"

Xu Linsen shook his head: "Let's see first, if the two are in love, but the father-in-law disagrees, at most we will not help in this matter, but we can't intervene. If he wants to beat someone, you should hold him back." .”

   "Okay, if he wants to force Liang into prostitution, I'll kill him directly," Jiang Mubei whispered.

   Speaking of this, Xu Linsen suddenly turned his head to look at Qing Chen: "Chen Sui, what do you think?"

   Qingchen looked at the two innocently: "I think you are right..."

  Come to the door of Room 703, Zhang Qinghuan knocked on the door aggressively: "Li Sangou, come out!"

  Seeing Zhang Qinghuan slamming the door, Jiang Mubei wanted to go up and stop him several times.

   At this moment, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stood weakly in the room: "What are you doing?"

   "Let's talk about your daughter!" Zhang Qinghuan said.

  Qing Chen, Xu Linsen, and Jiang Mubei silently looked at an eight or nine-year-old girl behind Li Sangou, who was folding her head in paper boxes...

  Zhang Qinghuan said: "Are you going to send her to school or not? She is at school age now, what can I do with you by folding paper boxes? Federal Primary School is free, why don't you send her there?"

  Qing Chen, Xu Linsen, Jiang Mubei: "..."

   This is completely different from what they thought. It is not a drama about robbing women from the common people.

   They took a look around the room.

  There are piles of paper packaging boxes in the house, which were all stacked by Li Sangou and his daughter. After they are all folded, they will be sent to the fifth district and sold to the gift shop there.

  However, this carton is only a few cents, and they may earn a day or two of meal money by stacking it for a day.

  This is the status quo of most people in the lower three districts. They don't want to do bad things, and they don't have the ability to change their lives. They are like worker ants doing jobs at the bottom of society and no one wants to do.

  Li Sangou said disapprovingly: "You said it lightly. Going to school is a fart. After graduating from elementary school, don't you have to come to stack paper boxes? What's the difference? Can you eat when you go to school?"

  Zhang Qinghuan pointed at Li Sangou with an iron rod: "If you want to talk like this, I will beat you."

  Li Sangou said heartbrokenly: "You are a society, can you do something that the society should do? Isn't it good to kill people? Why do you care whether my children go to school or not!"

  Zhang Qinghuan sneered: "You let her go to school, and the protection fee will be reduced by two hundred per month for you."

   "Really?" Li Sangou's eyes lit up.

  People in the lower three districts often let their children drop out of school, and most of them came back to help work before finishing elementary school.

   But in the final analysis, life is too stressful.

  The kind of parents who sell their children's eyes in this world is still a minority after all. As long as everyone has a chance, who would not want to send their children to go to school and learn to read.

  Zhang Qinghuan asked: "Send it off?"

  Li Sangou nodded: "Send it... But the people in the elementary school in District Ninth District are not good people, they charge various fees every day under clever pretexts."

   "Don't worry about this, we will solve it!" Zhang Qinghuan left with a cool wave.

  This solution must be a community solution.

  Zhang Qinghuan asked Zhang Mengqian: "How many households are we going to solve today?"

   "112 households," Zhang Mengqian said, "all of them have reached the age and did not go to elementary school."

  Zhang Qinghuan smiled freely: "Everyone, work harder today. Today we have to run through all 112 households. If we can finish it smoothly, I will invite everyone to eat fat intestine noodles!"

  Fat intestine noodles are also a feature of the slums. After the livestock are slaughtered, the good meat on them is provided to the big shots, but few people like to eat intestines, so this fat intestine is the cheapest real meat in the whole city.

  Of course, even if it is the cheapest, ordinary people cannot afford it. Zhang Qinghuan is considered generous today.

  Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other, they really didn't expect the art club to care about this matter.

  Compared with their organization of student parades, the art clubs are more brutal, but more popular.

  Spades’ wish now is that every child in the world can read books and newspapers, at least let them know what is going on in this world.

  Thinking of this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei are really interested in the art club.

  Xu Linsen said in a low voice: "I'm sure now that the person behind this art club is the one Yangyang mentioned. I really want to see what he wants to turn the Lower Third District of City 22 into."

  Qing Chen was behind him, looking innocently at the ceiling.

  …

  …

  In the fat intestine noodle shop in the ninth district, Qing Chen and the others sat side by side on a long table, eating noodles with a snort, and Zhang Qinghuan and Zhang Mengqian sucked the noodles the loudest.

   Their team completed the task of persuading 112 households in one day, and everyone was smiling.

  It’s obviously just some small things, but I don’t know why my life is so fulfilling.

  Xu Linsen wiped his mouth, thought for a moment and asked Zhang Qinghuan: "Boss, aren't we a club? Why do we do such a thing?"

Zhang Qinghuan stopped talking, and said casually: "It's not my decision. The people above said that the sound of reading should be resuscitated in the campus. They said that if this huge world can't accommodate a desk, all the people in the whole world will be there." adult's fault..."

   Speaking of this, he realized that he had slipped his tongue: "Ahem, when I said 'people above', I meant the sages in the sky, who gave me instructions in dreams."

  In the blink of an eye, Qing Chen became a sage in the sky...

  Xu Linsen didn't care about Zhang Qinghuan's lame remarks, he was just thinking about the sentence just now: "But we are a club, shouldn't we fight and kill?"

"You don't know this," Zhang Qing said joyfully, "I was very poor when I was a child, and I couldn't even afford to go to junior high school. You can be happy if you have money, but although the business is doing well, at least the brothers have food and drink, but they are still not happy enough. Until recently, I felt like I was pumped every day, and I had endless energy , do you know why?"

   "Why?" Qing Chen asked this time.

  Zhang Qinghuan said: "I suddenly knew why I was so empty before, because I used to find ways to improve my own life, but now my goal is to improve the lives of more people, which is different."

  Jiang Mubei murmured in a low voice: "The ideological consciousness is so high..."

But I heard Zhang Qinghuan continue to say: "Besides, the children have gone to school, at least they can find a slightly better job, so they don't have to be in clubs like me. When they don't have to go out in clubs, there will be nothing left in city 22." Is there an art club, we will collect all the protection fees, and the family dominates, this is the art of drawing salary from the bottom of the pot!"

  Xu Linsen: "Pfft!"

   A mouthful of noodles was spit into the bowl.

  Qing Chen: "???"

  He never expected that when his guiding ideology was passed on to Zhang Qinghuan, it would be misinterpreted like this!

   "Brother, look," Jiang Mubei held the mobile phone in front of Xu Linsen at this time, but saw a message from someone on it, it was the arrest warrant for Ace of Spades just issued by the Shendai Consortium in City 22!

  The reason why he is wanted is that Xu Linsen killed Takahashi Daisei, a member of the Shindai Foundation!

  Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei stared at the wanted warrant for a while, they came to City No. 22 with the task of killing Takahashi Dacheng, but they haven't done it yet!

  Things are getting a little weird.

  People are the ones they want to kill, even though he didn't make a move, it's still considered his killing...

  Xu Linsen was silent for a long time: "There is no such coincidence in the world. It is probably the person Yangyang said who wants to mess with me..."

  Jiang Mubei raised his eyebrows: "Let me know where he is, I have to settle this account."

  Qing Chen suddenly raised his head and raised his hand: "Boss, have another bowl."

  Zhang Qinghuan muttered: "You eat less, why is your appetite so good!?"

  (end of this chapter)