diymy Chapter 55 The boss is my home, money talks.
Chapter 55 The boss is my home, money talks.
"Master is joking. This matter has nothing to do with my Tongxing Escort Agency."
Whether his revenge against his friend succeeds or fails, Wu is simply happy to see it happen.
Wu Yongzhong cupped his hands in greeting.
He smiled, seemingly unsurprised to see Monk Jinzhong at Fuyuan Teahouse.
He immediately lifted his long robe, sat down, and instead of touching the wine and dishes on the table, poured himself a cup of tea.
The monk Jinzhong was not as aggressive as he had been in the Cheng family courtyard. He had a friendly smile, like Maitreya Buddha in a temple.
He put down his wine glass, looked up at Wu Yongzhong seriously, and shook his head, saying, "I can't stand your hypocrisy. Li Xin is so young, but he's so arrogant and fearless. He has no sense of propriety at all."
Aren't you worried that he might wipe out all the bodyguards and guards from your Tongxing Escort Agency?
The monk Jinzhong wasn't exaggerating; he was stating the facts.
"Of the eight major escort agencies in the capital, Tongxing doesn't go to the Western Desert or the Jiangnan region; it specializes in operating within the capital's small territory."
Most bodyguards were stationed in official residences and among merchants in the capital, and their methods were unconventional. What did they rely on? Their attitude.
I've heard that the guards from your escort agency often say, "We only care about money, not people; the boss is our home."
Imagine if they discovered that the people they were protecting were corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants, and then Nezha, the Third Prince, came knocking on their door. Would they still still recite the phrase, "My master is my home"?
"Slander, all slander. Who doesn't know that we, the Tongxing Escorts, seek mutual prosperity and truly treat our employers as our providers? We are heroes who would die a hundred times over for the sake of loyalty!"
Wu Yongzhong slammed his hand on the table, his face displeased.
Although he was wary of the other party's identity, he wasn't afraid of this monk.
Besides, the two sides have a lot of cooperation, so Monk Jinzhong probably doesn't really want to expose the secrets of his own security escort agency.
He just said that, but he was just trying to drag himself down with him.
Again.
If someone wants to take action themselves, it depends on how generous they are.
As for whether he was wary of that person...
At most, he would instruct his bodyguards to give way when they see the person in question.
There are no such single-minded bodyguards as Zhang Shijie and his son Zhang Yuanhao in Tongxing.
Why travel thousands of miles just for money? Why fight to the death for a little silver?
If things look bad, wouldn't it be better to evacuate immediately?
Do they really think "the boss is my home"?
"One thousand taels."
The monk Jinzhong suddenly spoke.
Wu Yongzhong's expression remained unchanged. He picked up his teacup, drank it, and nodded, saying, "This tea is somewhat lacking."
"Three thousand taels," the monk Jinzhong said again.
"Don't say that, although Longjing tea has a strong flavor, it is transported from Jiangnan and has been exposed to dew and frost, so it has lost some of its freshness."
Five thousand taels.
"Who are you going to kill? Let's make this clear beforehand. Cheng Yuanhua is not someone to be trifled with. I don't want to kill his disciple at this crucial moment. Otherwise, he'll hunt me down to the ends of the earth."
"You're overthinking it. Even if you go and kill Li Xin, you might not succeed."
As one of the Six Great Masters of the Capital, Cheng Yuanhua wouldn't even bother to glance at you, let alone chase after you.
"If I really wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be to belittle you, Master Wu, but you wouldn't even have a chance to escape the capital."
The Golden Bell Monk sneered.
That's a harsh statement.
However, Wu Yongzhong did not refute it.
The concept of "neutralizing force" is not the same as "neutralizing force".
Some people can be called grandmasters, who are able to establish their own schools and whose fame has lasted for centuries.
Some people are like shooting stars in the night sky; they look beautiful, but that's all.
Within the same realm, a true top expert can even take on ten opponents at once.
Just like Li Xin now, he killed Zhang Yuanhao, who was half a step into the Transformation Realm, without much effort.
He simply manipulated the flow of qi and blood, and grasped the essence of strength.
Ten or eight opponents who had also mastered the art of hard power would not even have the right to stand in front of him.
One punch and a kid is no joke.
Therefore, level of understanding is not enough; actual combat experience is the most important.
The winner becomes king, the loser becomes a thief.
Cheng Yuanhua is someone he can't afford to offend.
Not only Cheng Yuanhua, but also people like Wang Wu with the big knife and Song Zhichao with the divine fist, when they meet on ordinary days, even though they are peers, they have to be more or less careful.
If you're not as strong as others, there's nothing you can do.
Monk Jinzhong, not wanting to escalate the situation further, retorted, "Your escort agency may not be much in other aspects, but it has an extremely wide network of connections. You can speak with influence in almost every official's residence and merchant's mansion."
I need you to find a way to spread the message as widely as possible. Say: "Nezha, the Third Prince, is going to lead the way in establishing new laws, eliminating the conservative and corrupt. He will wield a sharp knife to cut flesh and create a new, bright and just world..."
"call out……"
This plan is extremely vicious.
Just how much do they hate that young martial arts master?
Thinking of Li Xin's agility and quick thinking, as well as his calm and generous nature, Wu Yongzhong suddenly realized that although he had overestimated him, he might have underestimated him.
He quickly realized what was going on.
"So your two disciples really did die at his hands."
However, given the master's temperament, he was just a disciple; once he died, he was gone, and there was no need for him to hold such a grudge.
Could it be that the nights in the capital are now so intimidating that no one dares to commit robbery anymore?
"Be careful what you say, Master Wu. You know that five thousand taels of silver is not something you can easily earn."
Besides spreading the word, your escort agency also needs to send people to receive the goods being transported from the Taihang Mountains area.
No matter what you do, not a single one of those one hundred medicinal seedlings can be missing.
Wu Yongzhong certainly knew what the so-called "medicinal seedlings" were; they were nothing more than young boys and girls collected from various places.
The Blissful Cult not only plunders young girls, but also secretly consumes large numbers of children; no one knows what they are doing.
Surely they're not training assassins?
This matter shouldn't be thought about too much.
"This is dangerous. The price isn't enough; it should be at least ten thousand taels."
"Eight thousand taels. If you can do it, then do it. If you can't, then pretend I never said it."
"OK."
After the two reached an agreement, Wu Yongzhong was all smiles and in a very good mood.
He had no other hobbies in his life except for a deep love of gold and silver.
In this capital city, when it comes to wealth, apart from the palace, who dares to rival the eminent monks of the Great Snow Mountain?
He felt no psychological pressure at all about making money off them.
There's no need to worry about being fleeced all at once. There's plenty of time, and there will definitely be more opportunities for cooperation.
"By the way, if I may ask, Master, you'd rather spend a great deal of money than personally take action. Is it because your injuries haven't healed yet, or are you worried about Cheng Yuanhua watching?"
"That's none of your concern. Hmph, even tigers have their moments of weakness."
Soon, Cheng Yuanhua no longer had the energy to keep an eye on his junior disciple's home.
His precious daughter was pure and intelligent, yet he dared to let her wander around freely, even running amok in front of the Eastern Yi delegation.
Is Sakura Sword Master Willow Grove Wind worried that his own demon sword lacks spirituality?
If this person were gifted a sword spirit imbued with lingering resentment, do you think Yagyu would be extremely grateful to the Buddha?
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