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"Holy crap, that man named He from the city defenders dared to accuse us unjustly. Aren't you afraid that your position will be lost?"

A young man in the Tianjiao Gang's meeting hall yelled angrily.

"Brother Han, please be patient. I asked you to come here to discuss how to solve the problem, not to vent your emotions."

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A handsome and cold-faced young man put his hands on the table and said casually.

Then his eyes focused, thinking about something.

Ever since Ye Buwen posted the announcement, Tianjiao Gang's business has plummeted.

Whether it is a reselling business that receives goods from monks, or a shop run by the major families under the Tianjiao Gang.

The main business revenue of the two Tianjiao Gangs has been at zero for two days in a row, and it has only been three days since Ye Buwen posted the announcement.

Song Zhizhu couldn't figure it out.

Why did Ye Buwen have such a big impact on them by just posting a piece of paper.

In the meeting hall, most young people looked at Song Zhizhu, as if waiting for him to speak.

It can be seen that Song Zhizhu is the leader of this group of people.

"Click——"

There was a very slight sound of turning the latch.

The door to the council chamber opened.

Sun Mingyun pushed the door open and walked in.

Song Zhizhu smiled and looked forward to Sun Mingyun: "Brother Sun, how was the negotiation with that Ye Buwen?"

Sun Mingyun lowered his head and apologized.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry. Ye Buwen only promised to remove the announcement posted on the door, and has no intention of clarifying it for us."

Song Zhizhu's smiling face sank, and then he forced a smile and said: "It's okay, Brother Sun, please take a seat."

After Sun Mingyun chose a seat and sat down, Song Zhizhu looked around at everyone.

"It's basically impossible to expect Ye Buwen to come forward and clarify. Let's think about how to save our business."

The grumpy young man surnamed Han leaned on the seat and crossed his legs, looking arrogant and said: "In my opinion, it would be better if we just arrest that Ye Buwen and let him admit in public that he slandered us."

Sun Mingyun looked at the young man named Han and said with a smile: "Han Gang, if you can do it, I will support it with both hands and feet."

"What would you say if I did it?" Han Gang crossed his chest with his hands, looking confident.

"I will give you all the profit share of all the properties under my personal name." Sun Mingyun sneered and bet all his wealth.

"Keep your word?"

Han Gang put down his legs, sat up straight, and looked at Sun Mingyun seriously.

"when……"

Just when Sun Mingyun was about to agree, Song Zhizhu said: "Brother Sun, don't encourage Brother Han."

Song Zhizhu knew that if Sun Mingyun agreed, Han Gang would really take it seriously and go to Ye Buwen to trouble him.

"Brother Han, please be patient and don't rush into action."

Song Zhizhu looked at the many faces in the meeting hall and said: "Using force is a bad idea. Brothers and sisters, you should think of other clever strategies to save the Tianjiao Gang's business."

A young man suggested: "How about letting the servants disguise themselves as ordinary consignors and go to the city gate to collect the goods. This may solve the problem of not being able to receive the goods below."

Song Zhizhu nodded, "You can try to find some servants who can speak well."

Although he agreed verbally, he felt in his heart that this method was not very effective and could not solve the problem of being unable to receive goods below.

The monks are very judgmental when it comes to their products, and it is difficult for new and unfamiliar merchants to be trusted.

A young and beautiful woman spoke up: "Senior Brother Song, if it doesn't work, I'll ask the family ancestor to come forward and ask the city defenders to change their words."

"No." Song Zhizhu immediately refused.

"We came to Fengyun City just to gain experience. If we encounter any problems, we can go to the elders in the family. How to grow into the backbone of the family and how to become the head of the family."

He is not the most talented person in the family. If he doesn't even have the ability to manage things, how can he get the approval of the elders to become the head of the Song family.

"Brother Song, what's the harvest from collecting casual cultivators at a high price?" a young man suggested.

Song Zhizhu shook his head: "It's not too high. We have negotiated with the Fengyun City family and we are not allowed to raise the price."

"Once we raise the price, other aristocratic families will stop cooperating with us. Then it will be more difficult for the Tianjiao Gang to do business."

"Then let's learn from Ye Buwen and hold a lottery. Ye Buwen does it in the store, and we do it when we receive the goods. Everyone who sells us the harvest from the Liantian Mountains can draw a prize."

Before Song Zhizhu could think about the feasibility, someone retorted: "We can't learn Ye Buwen's method because the cost is too high."

"And we are not like him who can produce so many second-grade monster bones."

Another one answered: "To be honest, the store I managed learned Ye Buwen's method, but it suffered a huge loss. The store couldn't continue to operate after just one month."

In the meeting hall, the future mainstays of each family brainstormed and discussed enthusiastically.

But after discussing it for most of the day, no feasible and effective solution was found.

After going around and around, in the end it comes down to reputation.

It has a bad reputation, and the monks don't buy it at all.

These casual cultivators in Fengyun City are all cunning and treacherous, and they have done countless unworthy things secretly.

But the requirements for a store’s reputation are not low at all, and they especially value the store’s character.

After all, as cunning as they are, they don't want to be deceived and have others do inappropriate things.

Song Zhizhu was confused and pinched his fingers irritably.

Because of excessive force, the blood circulation in the crossed fingers turned purple due to poor blood circulation.

Finally, Song Zhizhu stood up and said: "I will go to the city defenders to beg for mercy and ask them to come forward to clarify that this matter has nothing to do with my Tianjiao Gang."

There was helplessness deep in his eyes.

In the end, he stood up and took everything.

He was extremely disappointed with this group of disciples from aristocratic families who were brothers to him.

Each one of them has high vision and low hand, and can only point fingers and plan everything from a high position.

At this moment, how much he wanted someone to stand up and take responsibility, and to save face and ask for help on his behalf.

He also has the arrogance of young people, and is even more arrogant than them.

But in order to achieve results, he didn't know how many people he begged to maintain everything in the Tianjiao Gang.

And this group of arrogant and naive dudes just rely on the environment he created to run their own family's shops.

But none of them knew how capable they were, and dreamed of dreaming of conquering the world with chess.

Song Zhizhu said to Sun Mingyun: "Brother Sun, please go talk to Ye Buwen over there."

Sun Mingyun had a headache when he heard this.

To be honest, he didn't want to face Ye Buwen.

That guy is not on the same level as him.

"You should choose another -"

Before Sun Mingyun could finish speaking, Song Zhizhu interrupted: "Brother Sun, you want to be the head of the family just like me. You don't want to hand over the stall in Fengyun City and go back to the family in despair."

Sun Mingyun swallowed back what he wanted to say.

He really wants to show results in Fengyun City, compete for the qualifications for the golden elixir seed, and compete for the head of the family.

"Now is the time for you to turn the tide. Only by resolving the crisis of the Tianjiao Gang can you show that you are more capable."

Song Zhizhu's words instantly stopped his distracting thoughts.

Indeed, if he can't turn the tide, how can he show his ability.

Sun Mingyun smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll try again."

Song Zhizhu ended the discussion and went to visit the middle and high-level officials of the city defenders with gifts.

Sun Mingyun locked himself in his room, thinking about how to deal with Ye Buwen, and dominated the rhythm and direction of the conversation.

Han Gang was walking on the road thinking about what Song Zhizhu said to Sun Mingyun.

"If I solve the Tianjiao Gang's problem, won't it prove that I am better than all the Tianjiao Gang?"

Han Gang smiled confidently.