Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 3: Cleaning up the underworld in Kyoto, a million inspector is not a dream
Liu Hong quickly adjusted his mood.

Although he was angry and couldn’t eat, Wang Qinian still had good eating manners.

He only asked for 30% and agreed to help.

Liu Hong dispersed the bandits and asked them to gather information. He also gave each of them one or two taels of silver as travel expenses.

This made Liu Hong, who was not well-off to begin with, even worse off, and he could barely pay next month's rent.

However, the effect is still very significant.

This group of hooligans in Kyoto only have a barely territorial consciousness, they eat for free, extort money and so on.

But there is no clear division.

For Liu Hong, who has watched gangster movies, he can be said to be the ancestor of this group of guys.

When night fell, Liu Hong led a group of men with gleaming eyes and knocked on the doors of many small casinos.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as the gangster uttered this sentence, he was met with a group of fists the size of sandbags.

Fatty Lu was venting his frustration of the past few days. He swung the wooden stick in his hand vigorously, beating a group of gamblers so hard that they fled in panic.

Liu Hong was so angry that he started cursing.

"Fatty Lu, stop beating them. You'll have to sell your ass to make money for me in the future."

A group of pirates burst into laughter and quickly controlled five or six thugs.

Don't think that Liu Hong is a gentle and kind man. Those who can become the leader of pirates are not good people.

Liu Hong stroked the broken silver coins, looking intoxicated.

Kyoto really makes money! In just such a small casino, there are dozens of taels of silver.

The leader of the gang was a calm, middle-aged man, but a bit plump.

The middle-aged man stood up and gave a kind smile.

"This brother looks unfamiliar! If you need money, just take it."

Liu Hong smiled, but didn't smile, and hit the middle-aged man with a stick, making him scream.

"You must have understood me wrongly. This is my territory from now on. Get out."

He glanced at this group of thugs, and saw that they were a mixed bunch.

Compared with his own pirate brothers, they are far inferior.

However, Kyoto is so big that it is obviously unrealistic to rely on only twenty or so people.

Liu Hong curled his lips and collected the change.

"As for you guys who are my subordinates, if you want to come here, I promise you will have good food and drink. If you don't want to come, just go away like this guy."

The remaining gangsters looked at each other.

She came behind Liu Hong very tactfully, without any guilt for betraying the middle-aged man.

They just have nothing to do and don't want to work, so they choose to become gangsters and scare people.

That is to say, just change the boss and you will get used to it.

"Er Gouzi, these people are under your charge. I will help you build this street, and you will have a fixed income in the future."

Liu Hong assigned these thugs out casually; they were just a mob.

The honest young man named Er Gouzi touched the back of his head and his mouth was about to split open with laughter.

The eyes of the surrounding pirates suddenly lit up and their breathing quickened.

There are more than 40 streets in Kyoto, they can also allocate one street!
Fatty Lu scratched his head and didn't say much. He believed that Liu Hong would leave a street for him.

"So let's not waste time. We have to take over at least half of the streets today."

Liu Hong noticed that the morale was good and nodded with relief.

This group of rough guys are more motivated if they are given sweet treats directly.

Besides, since they followed him all the way to Kyoto, Liu Hong had to ensure that his brothers could at least have enough food and clothing.

From then on, Liu Hong and his men were almost unstoppable.

I saw blood several times along the way.

Not all gangsters are cowards. When they see their hard-earned business being taken away, they rush forward to fight with red eyes.

In response, Liu Hong just shook his head.

These pirates have seen blood before, and many businessmen in Danzhou ignore the request for protection money in order to save money.

Water bandits usually carry a hook, a rope, and a machete, and climb from a small fishing boat to a large ship. Let these guys see what a bandit is!

The progress was quite smooth. In one night, all the forty streets in Kyoto basically belonged to Liu Hong.

Don't feel fast!
The places where Liu Hong targeted were basically places where street girls gathered, small casinos, small pawnshops, and those places that had no power behind them.

As for brothels and big casinos, Liu Hong didn't even touch them.

Not to mention how many of his old brothers would die in the gunfight.

Besides, what does it matter even if we take it down?
The dignitaries behind them only need to ask the butler to pass on a message, and Liu Hong will have to pay back the money with interest.

He is not qualified to ask for forgiveness because Liu Hong is not worthy of it now.

In the early morning, more than a hundred people gathered in the center of the compound.

Liu Hong rubbed his red eyes. There was a pile of silver coins on the ground.

The surrounding bandits were breathing rapidly. If Liu Hong hadn't accumulated power for three or four years, they would have been eager to rob him.

After counting the small change, Liu Hong was stunned for a moment.

More than nine hundred taels, this is one night's income.

He led bandits in Danzhou and lived a life of hardship, but after several years he only saved up four hundred taels of silver.

Kyoto...it's worthy of being Kyoto!

Each of the pirates received 20 taels of silver, and Liu Hong gave an extra 5 taels of silver to some of the guys who were injured at night.

As for the hundreds of younger brothers who were recovered, they didn't get a penny.

After all, there is no reason to give money to prisoners who have been regularized.

Liu Hong took his time and let each of his brothers manage a street, and the bandits on each street could keep half of the silver.

Then Liu Hong directly managed the remaining streets.

There are about a hundred thugs outside the yard, and they now belong directly to Liu Hong.

There were only four or five people assigned to manage the water bandits on one street.

Another rule was set that Liu Hong would check the accounts once a week and conduct random checks secretly from time to time.

"By the way, how did the shops across the street collect protection fees in the past?"

Liu Hong casually asked a gangster with a bruised face and nose.

The gangster was embarrassed and stammered.

"Whoever has more business can take a little more..."

The other gangsters looked at Liu Hong with admiration.

This new boss is so powerful! It's clearly extortion, but he can justifiably call it protection money.

The term "protection fee" is great, why didn't I think of it before!

Liu Hong sighed and was speechless about his colleagues in Kyoto.

"Each shop should pay one yuan of change every Monday. Shops with really bad business don't have to pay."

Liu Hong himself prepared to observe more deeply.

We must be prepared for sustainable development and not let shop owners go bankrupt just for a few taels of silver.

Only the idiots in Kyoto would kill a chicken that lays eggs.

In the following days, the shop owner discovered strangely that the thugs who used to extort money from him had changed.

Not only did their attitude change 180 degrees, they also deliberately drove away unlicensed vendors.

It seems as if they are afraid that these mobile vendors will take away their business.

After careful inquiry, the shop owner discovered the current streets of Kyoto.

A rising underworld star named Hong Ye is making drastic changes to the outrageous rules of the past.

At this time, Liu Hong was lying on the bed, managing his money with great concern.

He worked hard to be the city manager of Kyoto. Not only did he have to pay money to Wang Qinian, but he also didn't expect that he had to make arrangements with the Kyoto government too.

I earn five or six thousand taels of silver every week, and at least half of it goes to managing the little ghosts in various departments.

Damn it! The Kyoto underworld ruined Liu Hong's dream of becoming a 500 million-dollar detective.

(End of this chapter)