The moon is dark and the wind is high,
Days of murder and arson.
Holding a knife and walking on the beam,
Stay under someone else's roof!
The patrol episode did not affect the deal between George and the Art Gallery, which made the deacons more or less relieved. Although a few sober-minded people later raised questions about why the mental attack sensor suddenly turned on George rang, but because George pretended well later, no one guessed the reason for his sudden hostility, and in the end the issue was settled.
Returning to the deacons, at this moment, the attention of everyone gathered in this "safe house" has already been focused on the two large snakeskin bags on the table.
Everyone present knows that due to the "strong alliance" between the art gallery and the treasure appraisal institute, the income has been rising steadily in recent years, especially in recent months, thanks to people such as George or the Rhodes The stupid foreigners with a lot of money took the bait, and their snakeskin bags became a little heavier again!
"Crash!"
The snakeskin bag was quickly opened, and when the gold coins were poured down, the whole room was shining with gold and splendor! Looking at the two piles of gold coins as high as a hill placed in the room, the "polite" deacons in the art gallery, and the "immortal style bone" old mages of the treasure appraisal institute all turned red-eyed, and each one I wish I could plunge my body into the pile of money so that I could smell the wonderful smell of copper.
But before enjoying the gold coins, the accountant of the art gallery and the treasure appraiser's finances must first carefully calculate the total income, and then both parties decide how to divide the accounts.
Yes, what a coincidence. Today happens to be the day when the Art Gallery and the Treasure Appraisal Institute gather together every quarter. On this special night, the two collaborating units gathered together to count all the stolen money they had earned in the past few months. Then divide the spoils according to the rules.
This is their consistent rule in this line of work, stay together to survive, and act as one to the outside world!
"...A total of 3,961 gold coins were counted. In addition to the fees paid to the chaebol, basic operating costs, group performance subsidies, clothing depreciation and replacement, drinks, security, bards..."
The two treasurers kept calculating, and the quills in their hands quickly crossed the paper, leaving a string of copper-smelling characters. They wrote and read each line, just like the choir members in the church. , singing line after line of sacred lyrics in a calm and lengthy tone.
"...Our final net profit for this quarter was...two thousand five hundred and forty-four gold coins! This quarter's net profit broke a new high, the highest amount this year!"
Just like after the choir members sang the last words of the Bible, the Illuminati believers in the audience shouted "Praise the God of Illumination" in unison. After listening to the reports of the two financial officers, these deacons also felt from the bottom of their hearts He offered a series of praises to the pile of gold coins, such as "Praise to the Art Gallery", "Praise to the Devil's City", "Praise to the Stupid Foreigners", etc.
However, when everyone was cheering for joy, General Deacon Tang, who was enjoying the golden waves and jade leaves on the side, raised objections.
"No, it's more than two thousand five hundred and forty-four. With tips, it's more than that!"
He cast his eyes on all the deacons present, and finally
Finally, it fell on Deacon Song. This morning, after the troublesome and redundant tauren patrol left, in order to express his gratitude, the generous and stupid foreigner gave Deacon Song a gold coin as a tip in front of everyone. .
What do foreigners call them? Jojo? Weird name!
In any case, it is difficult to prove that other deacons are hiding secrets, but at least everyone has seen this matter. Deacon Song has no chance to deny it, so he must kill the chicken to scare the monkeys!
"Mr. Tang is right, Xiao Song, you must take the initiative to hand over the good harvest!"
"That's right, don't blame me for being a tough guy, you have to abide by the rules!"
"I'll punish myself with three drinks later, and this matter will be over. You will still be our Xiao Song!"
…
This is what General Deacon Tang thought, and Deacon Song also knew in his heart that the other deacons' insults made Deacon Song blush with frustration. After gritting his teeth several times, Deacon Song still handed over a hand to General Deacon Tang in front of everyone. gold coin.
"Two thousand five hundred and forty-five gold coins! This is our victory, this is the victory of human wisdom!"
With the loud shouting of Chief Deacon Tang, joyful joy once again filled everyone's faces. They shouted loudly, they sang loudly, they took off their disguises, they drank wine and meat, they were like a group of people who had been scalded by boiling water. The white-skinned pigs are scrambling to trample on the cabbage garden that has long since taken off their clothes. They bite and devour like wild beasts. Their politeness and training during the day are as out of reach as a dream!
As for the female assistants who stayed, they were originally flower girls in the slums. During the day, they came to the art gallery inside the high wall to work conscientiously as "assistants", and at night they returned to the colorful flowers and willows outside the high wall to welcome them. She said "official" to those males.
For them tonight, it was just a matter of replacing the tall, drunkard and strong man who usually greeted them with a smiling face, with a well-dressed beast who worked together.
"Xiao Song, sit down."
General Deacon Tang did not join the crazy party over there. After he called Deacon Song, he picked up the wine glass that was a little bottomless. Deacon Song beside him immediately poured gold and jade leaves for him in a sensible way.
"Do you know why I want to take away your gold coin? Because you are my most promising subordinate, and you are the most ideal successor in my heart. Your ability to show your sincerity to the guests without any pretense, let alone those stupid Even I can deceive a foreigner! So, you can’t lose the opinions of other deacons because of such a gold coin!”
After saying this, General Deacon Tang put his palm on Deacon Song's shoulder, and the smell of wine in his mouth crossed Deacon Song's slightly feminine cheeks, making his face even more flushed.
"Mr. Tang, can I ask you some questions?"
"Go ahead and ask whatever you want."
"Mr. Tang, why don't we really sell the art we collect to rich people? Isn't it easier to make money from rich people than from poor people?"
"Young man, I thought the same way when I first came into contact with this industry." General Deacon Tang rubbed Deacon Song's head, his eyes full of memories.
"At that time,
I have countless rare treasures in my hands. I deal with rich people and nobles everywhere. Most of them are very polite and kind. But the strange thing is that even if I spend ten times or a hundred times the money to buy other rich people’s collections, these Rich people will not spend a penny to receive goods from poor people. "
"Later I understood that loving collection is just an excuse. These people don't care about the quality of the collection and spend huge sums of money to buy each other's collections just to get the pleasure of crushing each other with money."
"But those poor people are different. Those poor people, those people who want to make money crazy, they will not hesitate to sell iron for money, for the money floating in the clouds. In the end, we will make a lot of money! "
"So, the poor will always be poor, hahahaha!"
"So that's it... Then I have another question." Deacon Song struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask.
"Mr. Tang, I know that our art gallery makes a lot of money, but half of the money is wasted on operations. Why not reduce costs? We have invested too much money!"
"Shallow, you are really too superficial!"
Deacon Tang's hand changed position again, this time it was on Deacon Song's thigh.
"As long as you catch the fish, all the money spent on bait will be worth it! Let the general public know about the preservation of the value of collections, package the extravagance and waste of art galleries, hire powerful bodyguards, and so on."
"The wool comes from the sheep. Every penny I spend, I will get it back from those fools who take the bait. This has always been the case!"
"But Mr. Tang, in the past two years, the gangsters in the West District, East District and North District have also imitated us and opened many art galleries one after another. Don't you want to stop them? If this continues, the people who come to our place will Wouldn’t it become less?”
"Hey, there's nothing to panic about. We are a big store that has been open for three years. We have a chaebol plaque. The patrol can't do anything to us. How can other places compare to us?!"
"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of fish, because the most indispensable thing in this world is fools who think they are smart!"
"But Mr. Tang..."
"No more buts, Xiao Song. I'm a little tired. I've already called Xiaoyuan. Please come to my room later and let me see if your recent development is normal!"
"……yes!"
Xiaoyuan is the female assistant who follows Tang during the day. This is the secret between Deacon Song and Deacon Tang. Deacon Tang, who seems to be a dragon among men, is a double-edged swordsman. He not only likes to play with women, but also with men!
In fact, Deacon Song was unwilling in his heart. Even though he was thin, his orientation was normal! However, people under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Subconsciously, he clutched another gold coin hidden in his chest. At this moment, Deacon Song sincerely hoped that this area would be engulfed in flames and explosions. In that case, he could take advantage of the chaos to snatch those gold coins and fly away!
"Of course, this is just a casual thought. You only need to sell your butt occasionally and you can make a lot of money. This is much better than the life of living on the streets in the past. Forget about explosions and fires.
Bar……"
boom!
Just when Deacon Song was consoling his somewhat unbalanced mentality, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded from behind. The air waves and high temperature almost engulfed his consciousness. In a blur, he was in a sea of fire. He saw a figure, a figure that seemed familiar to him...
Damn...
This is the devil's capital where the imperial army is stationed!
This is a safe house protected by countless security personnel!
who is it? Who is it? !
etc……
How can it be?
It's him!
The stranger who gave me two gold coins that morning——
Jojo!
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(End of chapter)
