Night's Nomenclature Chapter 562

Published at 19th of July 2023 12:39:53 PM

Then he said to the members of the parents' meeting: "search, don't let go of the Blackwater society in this building. Xiao Qi, you take someone to shovel the headquarters of Blackwater. There are only more than 30 people left over there."

The young man named Xiao Qi smiled happily: "OK, wait for you."

The little seven is still a time walker. He has worked very hard since he followed Luo Wanya. In just two or three months, the watch world changed to Porsche 911 Targa.

At this moment, Zhang Mengqian looked at the burly fat man outside the door and gave orders. His brain couldn't turn around for a moment.

Community fight?

Is it such a coincidence?

The little boy looked at Luo Wanya's gloomy expression and thought that it had nothing to do with himself. The manager of the pigeon cage didn't know how many stubbles he had changed, but it wouldn't make much difference after each change, but the protection fee was sometimes more and sometimes less.

At this time, Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Mengqian and the fierce expression scared the little boy back.

The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw that the fat man walked into the house silently after everyone else left, smiled and said to Qingchen in a low voice, "I was worried about whether you were injured after you got out of trouble, but now it doesn't seem to be. What do you think of my performance?"

Obviously, Luo Wanya has been fully trusted. He knows Qingchen's identity at this time and even the existence of the little boy.

Zhang Mengqian stared at the scene.

He looked at Luo Wanya and the weak Qingchen.

"It's just in time," Qingchen said with a smile. "Let's get busy with you. In addition, from today on, I'll manage the pigeon cage instead of Heishui society and collect the protection fee of this month first."

"Ah?" Luo Wanya was stunned. Didn't the boss say that we should pay attention to discipline and principles before? Why did he let everyone do the activities of the community now?

This is different from what the boss said before.

In this pigeon cage, there are the poorest people in the whole Federation.

"As you know, there are also city managers in Blackwater society. Half of the protection fees they receive are to be confessed. If the money is cut off, you can't stand firm in city 22," Qingchen said "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all this, so we can only adapt to it first. This change can't be too slow, because we seize the day, but it can't be too fast. If we want to redefine it, we must first learn to bear it."

Luo Wanya promised: "I see."

Qingchen said: "In addition, it's the same with the poor here. Other societies charge protection fees, but if you don't, it will appear that you are not sociable. If you treat the residents here well at the beginning, if you do something wrong one day, they will jump out and accuse you, but if you change from bad to good, they will keep it in mind. The world is so ironic. You are too good to the wicked and good to the good People are too evil. To do a good job, you don't have to devote all your enthusiasm and blood. That will hurt you. "

Luo Wanya thought for a moment and asked, "what are we doing with the protection fee? Didn't you say that there was a new way to incorporate slums?"

Qingchen said with a smile: "you do as I say, and then you'll know in a while..."

He whispered, and Zhang Mengqian looked at him in such ignorance.

Luo Wanya left before there was anyone in the corridor. From today on, he still has a lot of things to do.

After he left, Qingchen looked back at Zhang Mengqian, smiled and said, "can you mix with me now?"

Zhang Mengqian only felt a little absurd. The Blackwater community he had just been so afraid of turned into dead people in a blink of an eye.

These people have done all their evil deeds, and they have killed so many people in the slums.

But the key is that the person who evaluates himself as "weak" is the leader of this matter.

Zhang Mengqian hesitated: "who are you?"

Qingchen went to the window, opened the window and let the cold wind in winter pour in, so that the air in the house is no longer so turbid.

The wind shook Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him sober and bright as never before.

Qingchen stood by the window and thought for a while and said, "you can call me boss like everyone else.

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The process of the art community collecting protection fees in the pigeon cage building is very smooth.

People here are used to the mode of collecting protection fees. They don't care who collects them. As long as no one comes to cut themselves every day after paying them.

Blackwater society is not a big society. This is the only building they control.

It all starts here.

What is surprising is that the collection of protection fees is a sum of money. Some deposits were found in the headquarters of Blackwater society.

In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first carried a sack of money and went to the PCE public security management committee to give a confession. The officials were curious about how Blackwater society was knocked out, but Zhang Qinghuan was so sensible and didn't care about anything.

At this moment, these agents have not realized what will happen in area 9 and how far-reaching the impact will be in the future.

If there are no major events, they may not be able to go to the lower third district several times a year.

At that time, you might as well go to the fourth district and find a girl.

In the evening, in the slum of District 9, everyone saw an elevator maintenance vehicle enter.

It's strange that there are elevators in every building in the Ninth District, but all the elevators are broken and won't be repaired.

Moreover, the maintenance personnel themselves are worried about the public security of the ninth district and dare not come at all.

Therefore, elevator maintenance vehicles have always been rare customers here.

Escorted by the art community, the car came to the front of the pigeon cage building. Many people on the street watched as the maintenance personnel went in for maintenance.

The art community also specially sent someone to help watch their maintenance car. Otherwise, when they came out after repairing the elevator, all four wheels of the car might be missing and the engine might not be there.

The scene outside the pigeon cage building surprised many people. Everyone didn't know what had happened.

More than two hours later, at night.

The maintenance personnel came out of the building and said to Xiao Qi, "the elevator is actually no big deal. It's just that no one has come to repair it after it broke down. The hardware is good."

The elevator maintenance personnel were sent away. In the dark, another "Blue Shield monitoring" vehicle came and began to install monitoring in the pigeon cage building.

Elevators, safety passages and the end of each corridor are equipped with monitoring.

Not only that, they also install monitoring on the roof to monitor the high-altitude throwing of the outer wall.

People in the ninth district laughed. Someone tried to install surveillance here? Isn't that funny.

Don't even want to stay here for a night under the supervision of the PCE Security Management Committee!

Just installing these monitors, I was busy from 8 p.m. to 1 a.m.

Not surprisingly, at more than two o'clock that night, several young people jumped in the elevator, creaked the elevator and pointed their middle fingers at the surveillance camera.

These young people live on the fifth floor. They don't care if the people upstairs have an elevator. They don't need it anyway.

Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian, "what are they doing?"

Zhang Mengqian said: "these people are gamblers. They go out to steal things on weekdays. They were caught in the Sixth District before. As a result, they broke the owner's hand. Recently, they hid in the ninth district and dare not go out. They have no guns."

Luo Wanya nodded: "Xiaoqi, you go, 10 days."

As a result, five minutes later, Xiao Qi came to their door alone.

There were seven people crowded in the ten square meter room. They were beaten by Xiao Qi. The whole building could hear the scream.

In the safe passage, the voice control lamp just repaired is off and on, on and off, and it hasn't stopped at all.

It's terrible.

At more than four o'clock that night, several young people came to the corridor monitoring unscrupulously and smashed the monitoring with a stick.

Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengqian, "what are these people doing?"

The little boy said, "these are specialized in dismantling other people's mechanical limbs, and there are no guns."

Facts have proved that at least half of the people in the slums are fairly honest. They are really desperate and can only live here. Even here, they are bullied.

Others are criminals who commit crimes. They can't go anywhere else. That is, this small group of people have the most serious tendency of violence and the highest desire to destroy.

Xiao Qi is still beating people here. There is another call. Luo Wanya said on the phone: "room 7809, 10 days."

He smiled and said to several young people in front of him, "you have to thank the kind residents on the 78th floor, or you'll have to suffer for a while. By the way, remember to lose money for damaging public facilities, and I'll collect it tomorrow."

Xiao Qi also has a heavy hand. He focuses on the place with rough skin and thick flesh. His fists are not fatal, but his fists hurt.

What Luo Wanya said about 10 days means that these people can't sleep for 10 days.

Luo Wanya is not used to these people at all. In the whole pigeon cage building, four level C masters, including him, and 28 level D quasi reference soldiers are ready to respond to all kinds of anti riot actions at any time.

He knew that the people in the ninth district would not accept what they were doing for the time being.

When he once asked Qingchen how to do these things, Qingchen only answered one sentence: let them accept in a way that these people can accept.

Qingchen didn't avoid the evil that would appear in this process. He didn't hide behind Luo Wanya and let Luo Wanya make this decision alone, while he hid behind and became a white lotus.

In his opinion, this is what he wants to do. It's up to him to decide.

He doesn't mind the blood on his hands.

Early in the morning, Zhang Qinghuan was shaking and sleepy in the temporary monitoring room. He only felt that Luo Wanya was working as if they were not tired at all. It was too voluminous.

Xiao Qi came back happily: "Lao Luo, what shall we do next?"

Luo Wanya thought for a moment and said, "during the day, you will escort a group of people to repair the sewer and replace the aging circuit. The day after tomorrow, you will start to take those violent elements to clean the whole building and keep it clean."

Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time: "... Isn't this a property?"

Luo Wanya smiled: "have you ever seen a property with such high fees?"

For a pigeon cage of ten square meters, each room charges 2000 yuan per month. Even if half of it needs to be handed in, it is 1000 yuan.

Excluding property costs, Luo Wanya said they could earn at least 70% - 80%.

In the past, the associations were not willing to pay this 20% of the cost or do this "shameful" business. They did business without cost and profit.

Now, Luo Wanya has only reduced some profits.

Qingchen calculated an account for Luo Wanya before. The lower three districts gather 50% of the population of the whole city. Each district has nearly 1000 residential buildings such as pigeon cages, and there are about 900 households in each upstairs except for vacant houses.

This is a huge unimaginable property fee, and those associations have long helped the parents' association do a good job in the market.

At this time, in the monitoring, a person is sneaking to a resident's door and seems to be unlocking it secretly.

This time, Luo Wanya didn't have to say anything. Xiao Qi hummed a little song and went straight away.

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At noon, residents near the pigeon cage building in District 9 observed this place the first time they got up.

To their surprise, the monitoring is still there, and the monitoring outside the building is all intact.

The new recruits from the art club are taking a group of black and blue residents to clean up. Xiao Qi takes people to put garbage cans downstairs and "amiably" teaches pigeon cage residents how to distinguish dry garbage, wet garbage, harmful garbage and recyclable garbage. If they can't learn, stay with garbage

It's so weird. They look at those little hooligans who hip-hop every day and suddenly become good babies.

At this time, a young man opened the window on the 61st floor with a black plastic bag in his hand and was ready to throw it down.

Xiao Qi looked up coldly.

The young man looked downstairs with great interest, as if to see who he should aim at.

But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange click on his head.

The young man was stunned and turned his head to the sky.

The next moment, I saw a figure sliding down the rope quickly, just like the special forces of the federal army, falling from the cloud on the 88th floor and coming to him!

With a bang, the falling figure kicked the young man on the chest with his feet, kicked him back from the window, and then drilled into the window to start a violent beating.

The young people in the room are stupid. He just throws rubbish. Why not?

I'll ask you if you don't?

Do we need to solve the high-altitude parabolic problem in this tough way?!

At this moment, those who were watching the scene cried out in their hearts at the same time, and their nervous toes almost dug a hole in their slippers.

This is too cruel!? Is this a special club?

Zhang Qinghuan, the boss of the art club, stood downstairs staring blankly and finally muttered, "art!"

At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and others were going to do. He just felt that it was a little idle to repair elevators and install monitoring in the slums.

But now, he realized what would happen here.

A group of more rogue people come to manage and incorporate rogues

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn't this the art he longed for.

Who has done this in the whole Federation? No one has ever done that!

This is a pioneering feat!

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