After the people of Baihu Hall handed over the protection fees they had recovered, they left one after another. Most of these people were locals and had families in the capital, only a few of them lived in Baihu Hall, such as Danmu.

In the capital, there are only a hundred people who have truly entered the White Tiger Hall. The capital is so big, with thousands of alleys in the streets and alleys, and these hundred people alone cannot cover the entire capital.

But this did not make them difficult. Each disciple assigned to the area would be assigned to five or six gangs. These are equivalent to peripheral personnel and temporary workers.

The next morning, Danmu woke me up early and said he wanted to go for breakfast and then collect protection fees. The street in Zhushikou is full of shops and is very prosperous.

I said, Lord Qi attaches great importance to you, and I have given you such a good deal.

Shan Mu said that Master Qi doesn’t care about this matter. Deputy Master Li arranged it. Do you think this is a piece of fat meat? To be honest, those who can open a shop here are either rich or noble, and there is a deep relationship behind it. Those who can really charge protection fees are only one. These people are troublemakers and often owed them. This piece of fat meat can only be seen and cannot be eaten!

I was extremely unwilling to accept it. I originally thought that by entering Sihetang, I could get into the core of Sihetang, but I didn't expect to fall to the point of collecting protection fees.

This is a world of difference from what I imagined. If this is true, how can we complete the tasks arranged by the boss?

However, I quickly adjusted my mindset. I was anxious and couldn't eat hot tofu. I had to relax my worries when I was breastfeeding. At this moment, I had to endure and slowly look for opportunities. I just took advantage of this period of time to slowly get in touch with Sihetang's business.

I and Zhang Youqian also did things like collecting protection fees when I was at the Six Gates of Jinling. Although we were not very concerned about it, we were familiar with it.

The protection fees charged in Sihetang and Liushemen are still somewhat different.

Liushemen are the government agencies of the court. The court explicitly prohibits asking for property from merchants, but Liushemen is also responsible for public security patrols, which gives the space for rent-seeking.

For example, if someone reports that someone is gambling in a store, there are fire hazards in the store, and if the safety precautions are not in place, you will be unable to open business or even close the door. So when you go to the store for inspection, the shopkeepers will take the initiative to block the profits and put them in their arms quietly.

Of course, in terms of collecting protection fees, the Six Gatemen is a small witch compared to the Jinyiwei. The Jinyiwei has a bigger hat, such as rebellion, rebellion, collusion with enemies, and treason. They will kill the nine clans of all charges, but Jinyiwei has a high opinion of himself and will knock on the big family if he wants to knock on it. They don’t even see the protection fees for small-scale quarrels.

As soon as Shan Mu appeared at Zhushikou, fourteen or five idle gangs came over.

These little gangsters who are not even gangsters are wearing flowery cotton jackets, with hair loose, and holding Puwo'er under their feet. They nodded and bowed to Danmu, very respectful.

Shan Mu looked cautious in Baihu Hall, but it was completely different in front of them. He stood in front of everyone and scolded everyone, saying that you have been tired recently, and the Baihu Hall has 40 or 50 markets, but our annual closing fee cannot be collected, and the ranking is low, which makes him very embarrassed in front of Master Zhao Jiu.

As a Shan Mu, the master who couldn't even smell Zhao Jiuye's fart in the White Tiger Hall was so powerful that he was also a common phenomenon among the gangs in the capital. He pulled the tiger's skin and pulled the banner, which was fully reflected in them.

Of course, Shan Mu did not scold them blindly. After scolding them, he began to encourage everyone to work hard, strive for the best, innovate mechanisms, work together, and save on protection fees. Finally, he reminded everyone that before the end of the year, the one who collected the most protection fees would be the most, and he introduced them to Sihetang.

I saw that single wood uses both soft and hard, and use both hot and cold, and there were not many routines, but I mastered it proficiently, and it was a bit aggrieved to him to make a dictionary.

I was about to go with me, but Shan Mu called me, "Why are you going?" I said I was collecting protection fees?"

Shan Mu smiled and said, "Protection fee, protection fee, we protect, my brother charges." Even if you have to do this, wouldn't it be our face? Let's take you to drink."

Shan Mu kicked a shop door next to him, and the three words "family family" were written on the plaque. The shopkeeper hurried over and said, "My masters, what are the instructions?"

Shanmu said, "My master, I'm hungry, so I'll get the best meals in your house."

The shopkeeper stood there a little cramped. Shan Mu said, "What are you afraid we can't afford to pay for our meal?"

I said, can you afford it?

Shan Mu said, when did we pay for dinner?

The shopkeeper said this was not the reason for the money.

Shan Mu's face darkened. That's why I am? Why, your family looks down on our Sihetang?

The shopkeeper cried and said, "Master, our family runs a coffin shop, not a restaurant." It's not open yet, and the door plaque is only half painted.

Danmu: Uh...

I said it was so unlucky, I'll take you to eat.

Shan Mu lost face and said something like splashed out. How could he give up easily? Who stipulated that the coffin shop could not cook?

At this time, a voice came from outside the door, "Why are coffins sold here?" As he spoke, a middle-aged man shawled out and walked in.

When I saw this person, I was so scared that I was sweating profusely. I quickly took a few steps back, for fear that he would find out. This person was not someone else, but just a sword that shook Jiuzhou and the sword god was sealed Wanli.

Unexpectedly, he came to the capital.

Last time in Jiangnan, I used half a piece of sheepskin to fool him to find the secret of the Mingshan Mountain. I guess there was no gain. I haven't seen him for half a year. His face changed a lot and he didn't even shave his stubbornness.

After not seeing each other for half a year, Feng Wanli seemed to have changed his own person. He lacked the heroic spirit of looking down on the world and became more indifferent.

Back then, the sword god Feng Wanli, and his man was like a sword, and wherever he went, he was extremely dazzling. Now he has become a down-and-out middle-aged man. I guess no one can tell what happened in the past six months.

Although I have disguised myself, a master of his level depends not on his face, but on his true energy to identify people, so I tried my best to block the acupoints and dare not let the internal strength leak any trace.

After he came in, he asked again, are coffins sold here?

The shopkeeper was worried about the Danmu incident. When he saw the customer coming, he hurriedly went up to him and said, "Our new coffin shop has been opened, and all coffins are 10 taels." Sir, how many do you want to come?"

Feng Wanli was not angry and said softly, can you buy one be cheaper? The shopkeeper said you are really here. Recently, you are engaged in an event, buy one for free.

Feng Wanli didn't say much, took out a bag of broken silver from his arms, counted it over and over again, and handed it to the store owner, pointing at one of the coffins, and asking for this.

Before the shopkeeper could collect the money, Shan Mu reached out and took it over. The shopkeeper dared not speak out. When Shan Mu saw Feng Wanli’s silver, he probably wanted to see the money and shouted, wait!

Feng Wanli was stunned, and then he saw Shan Mu, looked up at him and waited for him to speak.

I really wanted to stop him, but I was afraid that Feng Wanli would recognize him.

On Shanmudao, a coffin is ten taels of silver, but the coffin belongs to a special industry, and each gulf is subject to a cap tax of two taels of silver.

Feng Wanli said that I was not known for a single piece of paper.

I was afraid that Shanmu would do anything randomly. If he angered Feng Wanli, it would be easier for him to slap Shanmu to death than to slap a mosquito to death. So I said that it would be a big deal to drink if I wanted money from this old man.

Shan Mu said that he would be lucky to Feng Wanlidao.

Feng Wanli ignored it, but said to me, little brother, please help me recite it.
Chapter completed!