"Yes! This Japanese is so shameless."
"This Japanese should be killed."
"The Japanese are really not good people!"
…
There were more and more insults, and this time the Japanese monk couldn't argue. His face was pale and he couldn't say a word at the moment.
That night the Japanese monk was thrown out of the inn.
A few hours ago, the Japanese monk was drinking wine and chatting with other envoys.
Unexpectedly, he was thrown out now.
The night in Chang'an City was very cold and windy.
The Japanese monk was walking on the quiet street with bruises all over his body, shivering all the way.
From being robbed to being thrown out of the inn, he was still a little confused at this moment.
Being framed!
Just as the Japanese monk figured it out, a sack came towards him.
"Who!" The Japanese monk struggled and shouted.
There was the sound of a stick breaking through the air behind me, and a sap hit the back of the head. It felt so familiar...
The Japanese monk's vision went dark and he fainted on the spot.
The next day, at dawn, Zhang Yang went to the posthouse early to meet with He Bi and Cheng Chumo.
After handing over the money to several people and dividing the profits.
Cheng Chumo said: "I have this Japanese monk in my hands, what should I do with him?"
Zhang Yang said in surprise: "Did you really win it?"
"That's natural. My brother said he was thrown out of the inn."
Zhang Yang followed Cheng Chumo out of the post house and walked all the way to a street in Chang'an City.
There is a dilapidated house in a secluded alley.
The Japanese monk is lying here now.
Several Cheng Chumo's brothers were looking at him.
Zhang Yang picked up a grass root and handed it to Cheng Chumo.
Cheng Chumo asked curiously: "What to do?"
"Bite this to look more like a big brother."
"Yeah?"
"Try it."
Cheng Chumo took the grass root and bit it at the corner of his mouth, and said after experiencing it: "Well, I do feel it."
Seeing the Japanese monk lying motionless again, Zhang Yang asked curiously: "Is he going to be beaten to death?"
Cheng Chumo said: "He's not dead, he's still asleep."
Someone picked up a basin of cold water and poured it on the Japanese monk's head.
"ah!"
With a fright, the Japanese monk opened his eyes like a corpse, and then looked around in confusion.
Zhang Yang stood outside the door and whispered: "Let's beat him up first."
Cheng Chu silently shouted, "If you hear me, I'll beat you up first."
Four or five strong men stepped forward and started beating the Japanese monk.
Zhang Yang listened to the movement in the room and said, "Brother Chu Mo, have your men not eaten? Why is there no sound?"
Cheng Chumo shouted into the room: "Did you hear that everyone hasn't eaten?"
Several people heard the sound and beat him harder.
The Japanese monk screamed repeatedly.
Squatting at the door with Zhang Yang, Cheng Chumo also followed his example and put his hands in his sleeves, "With your method, the brothers are now more obedient than before. Everyone now listens to me. Not only that, but also attracted more of people with lofty ideals.”
Zhang Yang pondered and said: "Too many people is not a good thing. It is easy to attract attention and is troublesome to manage."
"You're right, you can't be too ostentatious."
Cheng Chumo nodded seriously, "Then what else do I need to pay attention to?"
The screams of the Japanese monk in the house continued.
Because now everyone has a livelihood with Cheng Chumo, so the cohesion around Cheng Chumo has slowly increased.
In the past, they all just ate and drank together, but there was no cohesion. One day Cheng Chumo became unhappy and they all drove away, and they would still starve.
Now that Cheng Chumo has given everyone a job, everyone is naturally more attracted to Cheng Chumo.
Zhang Yang said: "The most important thing is management style."
Cheng Chumo frowned and said, "What kind of management method."
The wails of the Japanese monks in the house became much quieter.
Zhang Yang looked back at the room displeasedly.
Cheng Chumo shouted: "Harder! Have you eaten or not!"
Everyone's fists and kicks became harder, and the Japanese monk's screams came one after another.
Zhang Yang continued: "First of all, we must draw up a good territory for our brothers. We can't compete for territory or business."
Cheng Chu nodded silently.
"Also, the personnel must be divided into different levels, someone must lead the team, someone must manage the brothers under them, and more importantly, a common belief must be shared."
"What is faith?"
"Eradicate evil and benefit society!"
"Yes!" Cheng Chumo nodded, "That's good, eradicate evil and benefit society."
He and Cheng Chumo planned the gang's future plans, and the prototype of the Braised Pork Gang gradually began to unfold in Cheng Chumo's mind.
After fighting for half an hour, Zhang Yang finally stood up.
Cheng Chumo told his men to stop.
Zhang Yang stepped forward and looked at the Japanese monk in front of him and said, "Oh..."
Cheng Chumo took a breath after looking at it.
At this moment, the Japanese monk's face was covered in blood and several of his teeth were missing.
The face also swelled a bit.
Zhang Yang looked at the other person and said: "Oh! Oh my god, this is too cruel. You are still not human. This is too cruel."
The strong men who had just started the attack were confused for a while. Isn't this what you asked me to beat?
However, Cheng Chumo was also very respectful to this little brother, so it was hard for them to ask too many questions.
Zhang Yang closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, "No, a kind person like me cannot bear to see such a cruel scene."
The strong man on the side was very sensible and covered the Japanese monk's face with a sack again.
Zhang Yang looked back and said, "It feels much more comfortable this way."
"Why do you..."
The feeble voice of the Japanese monk came.
Zhang Yang cleared his throat and said, "Honestly, what exactly do you want to do in Datang?"
The Japanese monk whispered: "Am I the messenger?"
Zhang Yang sneered and said: "Messenger? Aren't you here to spy on the military situation?"
The Japanese monk shook his head.
Zhang Yang looked at Cheng Chumo and said, "This guy doesn't tell the truth."
Cheng Chumo received the words and said, "Keep beating him."
After saying that, the two of them continued to squat at the door, listening to the howling of the Japanese monk inside the house.
The sky is just right, and the sun is very comfortable on my body.
Zhang Yang breathed in the fresh air, stretched and said, "Brother Chu Mo, do you know the alchemist?"
"Alchemist? Isn't that all a lie?"
"I need some things, and the Warlock should have quite a lot of them."
Cheng Chu nodded silently, "So that's it."
The movement in the room stopped, and the strong man inside said: "Brother, this monk has passed out."
Zhang Yang took a basin of cold water and poured it on the Japanese monk through the sack.
The Japanese monk shook first, and then a feeble voice came from the sack, "Spare my life, spare your life."
Zhang Yang then asked: "Let me ask you, did you come to Datang to spy on military affairs?"
The Japanese monk still shook his head.
Zhang Yang let out a long sigh and said, "Find him a doctor to treat him. Once he's cured, he'll be beaten again and then interrogated."
"Here!"
"Will the government inquire about the whereabouts of a Japanese monk?"
"Not anytime soon."
Cheng Chumo followed Zhang Yang out of the alley, thinking in his mind and said, "I remember there are a few alchemists in the city. Anyway, they are all guys who defraud people of money and seek wealth and death."
