Chapter 1901 The Weaker the Better
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After sending Lin Shaoqing on the yacht back to the port city, Ye Tianlong went directly back to the Magic Sword Garden.
Regardless of whether the four killers were sent by the Imperial Sword Society or not, the situation is becoming increasingly dark and turbulent, and many major forces have begun to fish in troubled waters.
Ye Tianlong must re-stabilize the situation.
Therefore, he needs to severely damage the Imperial Sword Club as soon as possible and suppress the power of Nakano Daixiang and Morita before the situation becomes clear again.
Only when the entire situation is clear and stable will all forces not fish in troubled waters.
The next morning, the mountain behind Shen Dao Garden.
Ye Tianlong looked at the east side where the sun had not seen after waiting for two hours. He shook his head and prepared to go down the mountain for breakfast. As soon as he turned around, he saw five people rushing towards him.
He was about to take action when he realized it was Han Qinhu and the others. He felt relieved and tried to dodge, but Han Qinhu grabbed his thigh.
Han Qinhu looked like he was crying: "Brother, long time no see, we miss you so much."
Zhao Feng'er was also full of excitement: "That's right, big brother, we finally meet again. You will take us with you when we go out to play in the future."
"Brother, have you eaten? Are you cold?"
"We still have three wowotou and a jar of pickles, so I'll honor you."
"Brother, come and put on my clothes, Baleno, ninety-eight pieces."
The five living treasures hugged Ye Tianlong's thighs, put clothes on Ye Tianlong, and then took out a few wotou and a jar of pickles.
They were so enthusiastic that they wanted to dig out their hearts and souls and make the unsuspecting Shen Dao disciples feel the deep love between brothers.
Ye Tianlong, who was wearing three pieces of clothes and holding steamed buns and pickles in his hands, was helpless. He wanted to move his thigh but was hugged tightly.
"Old Han, get up."
Ye Tianlong sighed softly: "Tell me, how much does it cost?"
"Brother, what are you talking about? We are good to you, not for money, but for brotherhood."
Han Qinhu showed two big gold teeth: "These clothes, these wowotou, and these pickles are all our best things."
Ye Tianlong was unmoved: "Don't cry for poverty in other ways, tell me, how much does it cost?"
"Brother, you always talk about money, which hurts our feelings. We are really not asking for money, we are also dignified people."
Han Qinhu looked iron-clad, but he quickly changed the subject: "But I want you to nod. How about our tiger master taking 80% of the hunting this time?"
This hunting seems to mean a bloodbath of eight gangs.
Ye Tianlong bit off half of the cornbread in one bite: "Twenty percent."
Han Qinhu bargained: "70%."
Ye Tianlong snorted: "At most 30%."
"Sixty percent, brother, it can't be any lower."
Han Qinhu hugged his thighs again: "The funds have been spent too fast recently, and we have recruited dozens of brothers. We are so poor that we only have tens of thousands of dollars left."
"In the past month, we haven't even eaten the cornbread without any oil in the pot. If we don't get some income, we won't even be able to eat the cornbread next month."
"The steamed buns and pickles you are holding are the rations for the five of us to live frugally and honor you."
Han Qinhu wiped his tears and shouted: "We don't have any money to buy you a hairy crab. Brother, let's give it 60%."
Zhao Feng Er and the others also had watery eyes, which made people look pitiful.
"Okay, here you go..."
Seeing their sad expressions, Ye Tianlong thought that Cao Qiankun had squeezed the Tiger Master, so he thought about giving them more funds, but he caught something.
Ye Tianlong's attitude changed instantly and he immediately changed his words: "Stop crying about being poor. Are you really that poor? You still have Soft China in your pocket?"
"I'll give you 40%. If you want it, the deal will be done. If you don't want it, forget it."
Ye Tianlong gave the final share.
Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Zhao Feng'er quickly covered his pockets and looked at Han Qinhu and the four of them very apologetically:
"Brother Tiger, listen to my explanation..."
"You hammer."
Han Qinhu was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and chased Zhao Feng Er: "Bring the cigarettes as well, bring them with you as soon as you bring them, and hide them in your trouser pockets."
"Do you know that one pack of cigarettes cost our Tiger Division 100 million?"
Of the eight gangs, one earned 50 to 60 million, eight was 40 to 500 million, and the difference between 20% and 20% was at least 100 million, but they were destroyed by Zhao Feng Er.
Zhao Feng Er rolled down the mountain: "Brother Hu, this is your cigarette. It fell on the ground. I picked it up and forgot to give it back to you..."
Han Qinhu took off one of his shoes and chased after him...
When the other three saw this, they also ran away. Worried that Ye Tianlong would scold them, they didn't even want their clothes.
Ye Tianlong looked at their backs and took a bite of the steamed bun: "These are living treasures."
"Master Ye, what's wrong?"
At this time, the god also came up, first looking at Han Qinhu and his gang who were having fun, and then looking at the pickles and wowotou in Ye Tianlong's hand in surprise.
"It's okay, just a few live treasures playing tricks."
Ye Tianlong sat down on the stone again and waved to someone to get a bottle of mineral water: "God, have you given away the gift?"
The god smiled and stepped forward: "Sent it out. Liuzhihao and the others collected the cash. After checking that the hairy crabs were fine, they also entertained their subordinates."
"Everyone is very happy and even more aggressive."
"They said that if they don't want to form an alliance with the Royal Sword Society, they can give up half of our territory and venues to them, and they also need 100 million in cash."
"Six-Zhihao also said that this is all for my sake, otherwise the Dongyang people would have promised to divide the entire Divine Sword Society's territory among them."
The god sighed: "They said they would give me three days to think about it. If I can't meet their conditions by then, I'm sorry. See you in the world."
"Six-Zhihao even asked me to give him this Magic Sword Garden, saying that I would no longer be able to use such a good place when I get old."
Ye Tianlong put the pickles next to him and smiled: "It's quite unscrupulous."
"Can't blame them."
The god smiled bitterly: "The Shen Dao Sect has been weak for ten years. Even though they are the number one gangster due to their strength in numbers, Liu Zhihao and the others still look down on us."
"In the past, there was no support from the Japanese. They were not strong and difficult to ally with, so they did not dare to provoke the Divine Sword Sect."
He added: "Now that the Emperor's Sword Society has promised and the eight gangs have joined forces, they will naturally expand and feel that the time has come to feel proud."
"I just like their mentality."
Ye Tianlong smiled: "The way they look now, even if the Shen Dao Sect really cedes the land and gives them money, they won't give up."
The god nodded: "Looking at them, they really want to carve up the entire Shen Dao Sect."
Ye Tianlong's eyes flashed with amusement: "God, send eight more envoys to the door and ask them to bargain with the eight gang bosses."
"Let's see if the land area can be reduced by half, and we can give cash a 20% discount, etc. Just say that we are short of money now and give us some time to relax."
Ye Tianlong waved his finger: "In addition, give each of the eight gangs three hundred boxes of hairy crabs."
The god looked hesitant and said: "Are you still showing weakness?"
Ye Tianlong nodded: "The weaker, the better..."