Chapter 380
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It was already late at night, and most people were already asleep.
But the Fake Leg Bar on the commercial street was bustling with activity.
Mercenaries and hunters sat together as they drank beer brewed by Shell Valley that cost three crystals per bottle. They played poker while bragging about the day's harvest. The scavengers also sat in groups of two or three in the corner as they drank and discussed the best places to scavenge. The bar girls in revealing clothing laid lazily beside the bar as they waited for their prey to walk into the trap.
The bartender, Zhou Guoping, stood in front of the bar as he wiped the glasses as usual. He occasionally chatted with the familiar prostitute in front of the bar. From a certain perspective, the owner and bartender was famous among the people who lived on the edge of a knife. Anyone who had ever caused trouble in this tavern had not had a good ending without exception.
Everyone was trying to guess his identity, and many busybodies even gave him the nickname of "Bald Bartender" in the pugilistic world.
Of course, no one would guess that his real identity was an informant responsible for collecting intelligence for the Sixth Street's actual controller.
"Old Li, you just came back from Liuding Town. Did you have any fun there?" A mercenary wearing mutant leather armor asked his old friend while hiccupping.
"Same old. So boring that it makes me sleepy. "The mercenary with a buzz cut took a sip of beer as he waved his hand.
Compared to the prosperity of the Sixth Street, Liuding Town's brilliance was gradually overshadowed.
"Is that so? Haha, where is the goddess of the Screw Bar? I remember that girl is your dream lover. "The mercenary on the side patted Old Li's shoulder as he laughed.
"I didn't see her. She probably isn't active in the Wanghai area anymore." The mercenary called Old Li said in annoyance.
"Let's hope he wasn't captured by some raider group and used as a prostitute." One of them whistled and laughed.
"If you don't want me to shove you into the toilet and choke on the water, I advise you to shut your dog mouth." Old Li stood up with a dark expression.
But the mercenary didn't back down as he provoked him by whistling.
"Fu * k him. Old Li, this guy was just joking. Just treat him like a fart and let him go. " The mercenary at the side quickly pulled him back and secretly pointed at Zhou Guoping, who had already stopped what he was doing.
Although Old Li's expression was still ugly, he still sat down. Following the direction of his friend's finger, the mercenary with the foul mouth also shrunk his neck and sat back down.
Fighting here was simply courting death.
Zhou Guoping glanced at the mercenaries. Seeing that they had settled down, he continued to wipe the cups in his hands, but in his heart, he cursed in disdain.
"A bunch of idiots. You don't even know how many times your goddess has been played by some rich and handsome guy."
Chu Nan was now the executive officer of the Sixth Street, but he was still the owner of a bar. He didn't even receive the notice to participate in the reform bill.
Although he was known as the "bald bartender" among the small characters, only he knew the specifics. Even in front of Zhao Chenwu, who surrendered to Jiang Chen, his status was lower by more than a head.
To be honest, he was quite afraid of bumping into Chu Nan. After all, he had run into Zhou Xiaoxia when he was a bandit in the Huizhong Mercenaries. Although Chu Nan didn't seem to care about him, Zhou Guoping knew that he was not even one-tenth of Chu Nan's importance in the boss' mind. It would be easy for him to kill him.
Ever since the Sixth Street was taken over by the Fishbone base, the existence of the bar that collected information became less and less important.
Just as he was lost in thought, his communication device under the bar vibrated.
Zhou Guoping habitually put the cup and rag aside and took out his communicator from under the bar counter to glance at it. When he saw the words on the screen, he paused for a moment before an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.
After half a year, the boss finally remembered him!
Zhou Guoping threw the work to the other workers as he put on his jacket and walked out of the bar without stopping.
…
To be honest, Jiang Chen didn't want to put people with bad morals in an important position. But after thinking about it, Zhou Guoping seemed to be the only one among his subordinates who had more contact with the mercenaries.
He was the most suitable candidate for the leader of the mercenary union.
Right now, Zhou Guoping was standing in front of Jiang Chen's desk with his head down, waiting for his instructions.
"Speaking of which, you are quite fast." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Hehe, I wouldn't dare to neglect you. I came as soon as I received the news," Zhou Guoping said fawningly.
Seeing Zhou Guoping's fawning look, Jiang Chen smiled and took out a stack of documents from the table.
"Don't be nervous, it's a good thing I asked you to come. Take a look at this document."
Zhou Guoping smiled fawningly as he took the document and flipped through it. But after reading two lines, he was stunned.
"Mercenary union?"
"That's right. I plan to let you be the leader of this union. "Jiang Chen crossed his fingers on the table as he smiled.
"Thank you, General!" Zhou Guoping almost said the wrong words out of excitement. His exaggerated acting was almost kowtowing.
"Okay, save the flattery for later. This is why I asked you to come. I already told someone to take care of the base. It will be built right across from the Sixth Street bank. Your task is to get this mercenary union up and running. I hope to see your results within a week. "
"I promise to complete the mission!" Zhou Guoping patted his chest and guaranteed.
"Then go." Jiang Chen dismissed him.
Zhou Guoping bowed and turned around to leave. But when he reached the door, he seemed to have thought of something as he stopped and turned around.
"Also, the Fake Leg Tavern —"
"I'll find someone else to take your place. Your focus will be on managing the mercenary union, "Jiang Chen said.
"Yes."
Zhou Guoping respectfully exited the door.
Half a minute later, Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair as he smiled at Han Junhua who was watching on the side.
"What do you think about giving this position to someone like him?"
Han Junhua only used two seconds to think.
"Based on ability, he is the most suitable candidate."
With a certain amount of prestige among the mercenaries, he certainly had more appeal than an unknown person. If Cheng Weiguo or Zhao Gang were to be the president, it would be difficult for the mercenary union to be formed.
"What about other aspects?"
"If I could read people's minds, I wouldn't have lost to you," Han Junhua answered honestly.
Jiang Chen didn't deny it.
"Then I'm very lucky."
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