Fantasy: I can equip everything

"Eh!"

Lei Dafu stopped the martial artist.

After observing Chen Chuang quietly for a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Brother Chuang is so bold, hahaha!"

"Come, Mr. Chuang, please have a seat!"

Lei Dafu invited Chen Chuang to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

"Master Chuang, it's like this." He leaned forward and said, "When Wu Lao Er was around, I gave him twenty taels of silver every month to help me deal with some troublesome things that were difficult to sell."

"But now that you, Master Chuang, are in charge of Muddy Alley, twenty taels of silver is naturally not enough."

"Although my gambling den brings in a lot of money, the operating expenses are also considerable, and I have to bribe many people at all levels."

"Since you say twenty taels isn't enough, I'll personally earn a little less and add another twenty taels, making a total of forty taels, how about that?"

Chen Chuang pushed the teacup in front of him aside, tapped the table lightly, and chuckled, "Master Lei is particular, but I have a few bad habits."

"I don't like dead money."

Lei Dafu's face stiffened, and his smile vanished.

"Brother Chuang, do you want a share of the profits?"

Chen Chuang nodded.

Lei Dafu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly, "Master Chuang has quite the appetite."

He abruptly put down his teacup and quietly sized up Chen Chuang.

Compared to Wu Lao Er, this kid is even harder to deal with.

It's going to be a hassle, so let's just leave it at that.

After thinking it over, Lei Dafu nodded and said, "Okay!"

"I can give you ten percent of the monthly profits! Around seventy taels!"

The blind mouse and the lame monkey exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise.

Seventy taels of silver a month?

They had never seen so much money before.

Wandering aimlessly on the street, one is lucky to earn seventy coins a month.

Despite the tempting price, Chen Chuang remained calm.

"A profit of seven hundred taels of silver a month, Lei Ye's place is really a den of iniquity."

Hearing his sigh, Lei Dafu assumed Chen Chuang had agreed and laughed, "Sigh, it's just hard-earned money; the big money is all going to the higher-ups."

"I work myself to the bone to run this business, but those big shots at the top can take away 70% of my profits with just a word."

Chen Chuang nodded, then suddenly said, "Master Lei!"

"Give me 650 taels every month from now on."

"You can use the remaining fifty taels to run your business. Give me back any extra at the end of the month."

After Chen Chuang finished speaking, the private room fell silent.

Lei Dafu's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard, and he tentatively asked:

"Master Chuang, you mean... six hundred and fifty taels?"

Chen Chuang nodded and smiled, "That's right!"

Lei Dafu smiled.

He shook his head, stood up, and said directly to the martial artist, "Dazhu! Beat him half to death and throw him out."

He's seen people who ask for exorbitant sums.

But I've never seen anyone like Chen Chuang before.

They demand 95% profit margin right off the bat.

The gambling den just gave it to you directly.

Upon hearing his instructions, the martial artist named Dazhu nodded, clenched his fist, and walked over.

"Kid, you think you're something special after killing that filthy bastard Wu Lao Er?"

With a mocking tone, he walked over and put his hand on Chen Chuang's shoulder.

Pull hard...

Ok?

Seeing Chen Chuang standing motionless, the guy was momentarily stunned.

Chen Chuang's expression remained unchanged as he picked up the tea on the table and handed it to the lame monkey standing beside him.

The lame monkey, unaware of what was happening, instinctively took it.

The next instant, Chen Chuang slammed Da Zhu's head onto the table.

So fast!

Dazhu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and tried his best to get up quickly.

"Well..."

Despite his face turning red and him trying his best,

His head remained firmly pressed against the table.

Chen Chuang pressed him down with one hand, his five fingers tightening little by little.

The force of the finger strikes was so strong that Dazhu felt waves of stinging pain.

How is that possible?

Why does this guy have this kind of power?

Dazhu then realized the difference in strength between himself and Chen Chuang.

He is at the sixth level of Body Tempering, and comes from the Changchun Martial Arts School, so his physical body is very strong.

Chen Chuang was able to suppress me with one hand, so he must be at least at the eighth or ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

Why would a martial artist of this level appear in such a wretched place as the Mud Alley?

In a moment of desperation, Dazhu suddenly shifted his force and exerted downward pressure.

boom!

The mahogany round table suddenly shattered.

But Dazhu was still trapped.

His legs were already kneeling on the ground, but his upper body was hanging in the air.

Chen Chuang's left hand was still tightly gripping his head.

creak creak...

Dazhu heard a strange noise.

That was his skull bearing the strain.

He had no doubt that if Chen Chuang exerted a little more force, he would smash his head open.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Brother Chuang, I was wrong!"

"I was blind to your greatness, I deserve to die!"

"Spare my life! Please, spare my life!"

His face was filled with fear as he pleaded repeatedly.

But Chen Chuang still didn't react.

She didn't even glance at him, but quietly looked at Lei Dafu across from her.

Lei Dafu never expected that the martial artist he trusted most would be manipulated like a chick by Chen Chuang.

They were already terrified.

It wasn't until Dazhu's pleas for mercy gradually faded that he suddenly realized what was happening.

He quickly said, "Master Chuang! I promise you!"

"95% cut! You'll start receiving it next month!"

Chen Chuang nodded slightly, but didn't release Da Zhu in a hurry, saying, "Not next month, it starts today, one payment per day!"

"Okay, okay!"

Lei Dafu dared not have any objections.

Just kidding, Dazhu, this martial artist, almost had his head crushed.

He's just an ordinary person; Chen Chuang could easily break his neck with a single slap.

Chen Chuang nodded and released Da Zhu.

Dazhu, who had just been so arrogant, knelt on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and quickly crawled away before standing up.

A moment later, Lei Dafu respectfully handed a money bag to Chen Chuang.

"Master Chuang, this is today's allowance, thirty taels in total."

Chen Chuang tilted his head: "Brother Lei, is today's only?"

Lei Dafu was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion.

Didn't you say you would pay it on a daily basis?

"More than ten days have already passed this month, don't you need to make up for it?"

Lei Dafu's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape as he almost swore.

You're only arriving today!

Given the current situation, he could only turn around without saying a word and somehow produced a large cloth bag.

"Brother Chuang, I just gave some money to the higher-ups three days ago, and this is all I have left."

Chen Chuang opened the cloth bag and saw that it was full of broken silver coins and strings of coins.

Seeing him look up, Lei Dafu quickly said, "It's one hundred and fifty-six taels in total. Please give me a few more days, and I will definitely make up the rest for you."

"Grace period?" Chen Chuang chuckled. "With your build, you think you can earn a hundred taels by selling your ass for a few days?"

"Or do you have a daughter who can help you earn money?"

The words that had just made things difficult for the old man have now backfired and put himself in a difficult position.

Lei Dafu blushed deeply, momentarily embarrassed and angry, before suddenly realizing what Chen Chuang meant.

He quickly turned around, ran over, snatched the old man's IOU, and handed it to Chen Chuang.

"Master Chuang, what do you think..."

Chen Chuang sneered and tore the contract to shreds.

He stopped making things difficult for Lei Dafu and got up to leave.

"Get the money you owe me ready tomorrow!"

Upon seeing this, the old man who owed money rolled his eyes, quickly grabbed his daughter, and ran out.

Only Lei Dafu remained, standing there with a gloomy expression.

"Brother Lei, are we just going to put up with this?"

Dazhu rubbed the back of his head, his tone unwilling, but his eyes were filled with fear.

"Stop it!" Lei Dafu took a deep breath and looked at Dazhu, saying, "Go back and tell Young Master Yang Jun that someone has cut off his source of income."

"We've been giving him half of our profits from this business. Now it's his turn to do something."

Dazhu opened his mouth, then nodded in agreement.

With Young Master Yang's cultivation at the External Force level, dealing with that bastard shouldn't be a problem.