"You lazy bastard, if you don't get up, you'll miss lunch!" Shen Wenjun walked into the study, grabbed the quilt, and then opened the window to let in the sunshine and breeze.
It's a beautiful spring day in April, today is a good day, a good day to behead.
Song Che sat up cross-legged, yawned and said with a smile, "I'm not busy having lunch today."
Shen Wenjun was confused, "Why?"
Song Che said mysteriously: "You will know when the time comes."
"Uncle, someone has brought you something." A waiter went upstairs to report.
"Oh? I didn't expect it to be quite on time." Song Che got up and dressed, washed briefly, and then went downstairs with Shen Wenjun.
At the door of the workshop, Liu San'er was guarding two baskets. The baskets were covered with linen, so it was difficult to see what was inside.
"Hey! You are such a ruffian, do you think I don't recognize you anymore if you change your skin? How dare you come to my Yunshuifang to run wild!" Shen Wenjun became furious when he saw Liu San'er.
Liu San'er hurriedly apologized and said: "Madam, please don't be angry. The villain has changed his past and learned to do business. Now he is the shopkeeper of the 'Run Fat Casino' in the west of the city!"
"You? Shopkeeper..." Shen Wenjun raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Che in surprise, "When did there be a Yunfa Casino in the west of the city?"
Song Che smiled and said: "Datong Gambling House collapsed, maybe someone took over."
That's right, the person who took over was none other than Song Che.
After visiting a gambling house last time, he was deeply aware of the huge profits from gambling.
A place like a gambling house may not have a good reputation, but its existence is reasonable. If you don't do it, someone else will do it sooner or later. Why not take the money tree in your own hands?
To open a gambling house, you have to have a somewhat black background. Liu Saner has been hanging around in Suzhou city for so many years, and he still has some human resources.
And through cooperation in recent days, Song Che felt that Liu San'er was a man of tact and not stupid. If he handed over the gambling house to him to take care of it openly, he would be able to make a lot of money secretly as the major shareholder.
Of course, the gambling house opened by Song Che is absolutely legal, reasonable, fair and just. If you make dirty money, you will have trouble giving birth to a son, but he doesn't dare.
"I'll leave that thing here. I'll take my leave." Liu San'er left Yunshuifang after delivering it.
"What are the things in these two baskets?"
"The bulging thing could be... silver, right?"
"With two baskets of silver like this, I'm afraid it must be tens of thousands of taels!"
The shop assistants all came forward curiously.
Song Che shook his head and smiled, then uncovered the coarse cloth on the basket, revealing round eggs.
"So it's eggs?" Shen Wenjun was quite disappointed and asked Song Che again: "Why did you ask people to send so many eggs?"
Song Che shook his head and said: "No, no, these are not ordinary eggs, but rotten eggs that have been fermented and settled for a long time."
"What are you doing with rotten eggs?"
"You'll know soon——"
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Suddenly, a burst of gongs and drums sounded outside the street, and then people heard the noise:
"The human traffickers are being executed today and paraded in the streets. Come out and see!"
"I'm coming."
Song Che called a few guys and worked together to carry the eggs onto the street.
On the street, government officials led the way, escorting six prison cars. The three members of the Zhu family and the Hong brothers were imprisoned in cages, with only a dead head exposed.
The condemned criminals who committed extremely heinous crimes will naturally be paraded through the streets to appease the public's anger.
"God finally opened his eyes!"
“All human traffickers will go to hell!”
"Smash him to death, crush him to death!"
Neighbors were deeply oppressed by local snakes, and every household took out rotten vegetable leaves and animal manure to vent their anger.
"What are you waiting for? Come and take revenge!" Song Che greeted Shen Wenjun and others, then picked up a rotten egg and smashed it at Hong Er.
"Bah!" The egg hit Hong Er's face accurately, and the stench emitted overwhelmed the entire audience.
Qin Ruo was the first to run out of the workshop, holding up her skirt. She folded her sleeves, picked up the eggs, opened her bow from left to right, and hit the four members of the Zhu family fiercely. She cursed, "You black-hearted old woman, dare to prick me with a needle. Crush you to death! Crush you to death!"
"You big bad loan shark, my aunt will treat you to rotten eggs today!"
"Look at me throwing it into his mouth!"
"Please don't throw it away, it stinks, it stinks... vomit!"
The anger of the people turned into cannonballs, which made the prisoners unable to open their eyes and beg for mercy.
Song Che dragged the basket and smashed it with the clerk from Yunshuifang all the way to the Beishi execution ground. When the eggs were smashed, the prisoner had almost vomited out the decapitated rice in his stomach.
When they heard that the local snake was about to be executed, people came from all directions to watch, and soon the execution ground in Beicheng was crowded with people.
Six executioners, naked to the waist, were sharpening their knives. "Swiss, swiss, swish..." sounded like a warning sound. The Hong brothers, who had always been rampant, were frightened to the point where their legs became weak. In the end, they were carried to the guillotine by the government officials. .
"Feiyun Gang Leader Chen Feihu is my sworn brother. If you dare to kill me today, my brother will come to massacre the city for revenge in the future!" Hong Biao shouted desperately.
"Song Che! You don't have to die well! You don't have to die well!" Hong Er cursed loudly.
Song Che stood quietly in the front row, looking at the Hong brothers coldly, without saying a word. Silence was the greatest ridicule at this time.
"Bold maniac, you dare to speak harshly when death is imminent!" The supervisor stood up, picked up the order, threw it to the execution ground, and shouted: "It's three quarters at noon, behead! Stand! Kill!"
"Poof!" The six executioners quenched wine and sharpened their blades at the same time.
The hand raised and the knife fell, and the head was cut off with one knife!
Blood is sprinkled on the execution ground, and the wicked are sacrificed to heaven!
Shen Wenjun buried his head deeply in Song Che's arms, and Qin Ruo couldn't bear to look at her and rested her head on Song Che's shoulder.
Facing such a bloody scene, Song Che felt a little frightened in his heart, but due to his masculinity, he remained tall and straight. After all, he needed to rely on his beauties.
"Miss, uncle, he...he secretly touched my butt!"
"Song Che!"
"My conscience, I didn't mean it..."
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