Qing Zhen had never expected he would miss out on Xu Xianchu just because he came back a little late.
However, he was not someone who could not let go. Since he had missed out on Xu Xianchu, it was not worth it for him to regret it.
"Let's enter the stronghold," Qing Zhen said calmly. Actually, what he should be most concerned about was not Xu Xianchu but how the old fogeys of the Kyung Clan would punish him.
Or rather, how the other party was planning to take away his authority.
Many people in the outside world thought Qing Zhen held great power within the Kyung Clan. However, he only controlled a portion of the fighting forces.
Because Qing Zhen was basically the one handling the external affairs, it gave the outside world the feeling that Qing Zhen was at the peak of his power.
Only Qing Zhen clearly understood that the group of old fogeys had never trusted him.
The shadows in the organization had been replaced one after another. Only the "reputation" of the Kyung Clan was what the old fogeys were concerned about.
According to the saying that had been circulating within the Kyung Clan, "Violence is only a means to maintain order, but it can never become order itself."
To put it simply, the shadows could only be shadows and could not be brought to the table.
Now that Qing Zhen had made a name for himself in the fight against the Pyro Company, the old fogeys had long wanted to suppress his spirit. As such, it was only natural that he would be placed under house arrest and given authority.
Xu Man said softly, "Boss, we'll be reporting to the combat forces tomorrow. All of us will probably be separated and assigned to the other combat forces."
"Mhm." Qing Zhen nodded nonchalantly. "Go on then."
"Do you have anything else you'd like to say?" Xu Man asked, "Why don't you get out of the vehicle and have a few words with the soldiers? Or we can follow you into the wilderness. There are so many of us, and some of us have guns, so we can do anything."
Qing Zhen chuckled and shook his head. "How many people are waiting to go home to reunite with their wives and children? In the end, you're telling them you're going out into the wilderness to make a living?"
"They will," Xu Man said.
Qing Zhen opened the car door. The moment he got out, the soldiers in the military transport convoy behind him also got out. There were several thousand of them, and the town was instantly filled to the brim. The refugees all ran away in panic.
"Everyone." Qing Zhen looked at the soldiers in front of him and said calmly, "Perform well when you go to the other combat units. Don't embarrass me."
Just as Qing Zhen finished speaking, thousands of people stood up straight at the same time. "Yes!"
At this moment, the soldiers understood what kind of fate awaited them.
"Get in!" After Qing Zhen said that, he casually got into the car. When the garrison troops above the stronghold saw this, they were a little alarmed. None of the commanders of the Kyung Clan consortium's combat troops seemed to have as much influence as Qing Zhen did.
After Qing Zhen entered the stronghold, he returned to his bungalow. He took a shower and changed into a new white suit. As for his old one, he had someone burn it.
As soon as they entered the stronghold, some of the big shots of the Kyung Clan consortium eagerly took over his command of the troops. The several thousand soldiers were taken away by the big shots according to the list and divided up among themselves.
The soldiers under Qing Zhen were all brave soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles. Now that they had a chance to divide up the troops, no one would miss this opportunity.
However, Qing Zhen did not seem to care about it at all.
After Qing Zhen washed up, he walked out of the house. The car parked outside had already driven away. He smiled and said, "They didn't even leave a car for me."
As he walked outside, two soldiers standing guard looked at him awkwardly and said, "Boss Qing, you're not allowed to leave the house. Don't make things difficult for us."
Qing Zhen raised his eyebrows. "The old fogeys only said that I'm not allowed to leave Stronghold 111. When did they say that I'm not allowed to leave the house? Did someone fake the imperial edict? Don't worry, I'm only going to listen to some music. Who in Stronghold 111 doesn't know that I, Qing Zhen, like to listen to music? "
The two soldiers looked at each other. Why was he still going to listen to music at a time like this? Was this famous Boss Qing not worried about his situation at all? However, the soldiers did not make way for him.
Meanwhile, Qing Zhen did not say anything. At this moment, a bullet came from an unknown direction and hit the stone path in front of the two soldiers. There was actually a hidden gunman protecting Qing Zhen in the vicinity!
The two soldiers knew the other party had shown mercy. Even if the gunman had killed them with a single shot, the Board would not have increased the punishment for Qing Zhen over such a trivial matter.
As it was the handover of the combat troops, no one would want to cause any more trouble!
Qing Zhen still looked at the two of them calmly. The soldiers decisively retreated. "Thank you for showing mercy, Boss Qing."
"Alright, no one will make things difficult for you." Qing Zhen chuckled and walked out.
The two soldiers behind Qing Zhen could not help but ponder. Everyone had heard rumors that Qing Zhen had a lot of trump cards up his sleeves, but they did not expect it to be true.
But hadn't the Board made Qing Zhen a mere figurehead? Why would there still be people willing to follow someone who had lost his power?
They heard Qing Zhen humming happily as he walked towards the bustling city. One of the soldiers waited until he was far away before asking, "What was Boss Qing singing?"
"I don't know. It's not like we can afford to listen to music …." The other soldier was not too sure.
At night, Qing Zhen was sitting alone in a theater. Everyone else was afraid of him and left early when they saw him. Only Qing Zhen was left alone as he watched the actresses on stage change one after another.
He rested his head on one hand. The more he drank, the brighter his eyes became.
The only thing left in the theater was the melancholic and sorrowful singing that drifted in the neon lights.
Three forks in the road, crossroads, north to south, how many days and dusk?
Seeing the crowd gather in the morning, watching the silence return to the car at dusk.
Vanishing in fame and fortune, the short pavilion flowing with water, the long pavilion tree …
At this moment, someone came up behind him and said, "Qing Zhen, the Board has something to discuss. They're summoning you to attend."
Qing Zhen smiled. "Tell them I'm not going."
…
On the way back to his shop from the gold shop, Ren Xiaosu kept thinking about his future plans. He could no longer sell his gold now as he might be targeted at any moment. As a result, he could not convert the large amount of gold he had into cash, which made him anxious.
Originally, Ren Xiaosu had not been very enthusiastic about opening a shop because he had gold in his possession. But now, he naturally had to reconsider his business. He could not really rely on the subsidies the school gave to the students to get by, could he?
Should he sell the black medicine? Ren Xiaosu did not really want to do that. After all, it was harder to get gratitude tokens than to get money.
As he walked, he looked up and saw that he had already arrived at the shop's entrance. However, the moment he entered, he saw Wang Fugui promoting something to a man with a mysterious look on his face.
When Ren Xiaosu got closer, he realized that he was promoting the black medicine …
Looking at Wang Fugui's expression, it was obvious that he was not introducing the proper use of the black medicine. The middle-aged man also had an indecent look on his face.
Ren Xiaosu felt a little melancholic. Was he destined to be a medicine seller?
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