Zhang Wu suppressed his laughter and was kicked out. At the same time, he was excitedly preparing to spread the news that Bai Zhentang wanted to invite everyone to Hualou. Wang Bing, on the other hand, stayed in Bailang's mansion as he had serious business to talk about.
"Zhentang, these are the details you asked me to check before. There are seven houses in total, and everything is missing inside and out. We also checked whether these seven houses have connections and properties in other places. Please take a look at it."
Now Zhang Wu has officially taken over the responsibility of being the leader of the hall, while Wang Bing is in charge of Guachangzai's money-related affairs. The latter is much more troublesome.
Bai Lang took the document handed over by Wang Bing, opened it and read it, while motioning to Wang Bing to speak briefly first.
"In Zhentang, three of the seven families are the kind whose ancestors have accumulated good fortune and are well-off. In this generation, when they encounter unlucky people, they like to gamble like life. They lost all their family property and finally borrowed money from us. It has become worse now." This is the limit of selling business. After that, there will be no more money left.
The situation of the remaining four is slightly different. Although it is all money owed by the prodigal son of the family, the pillars of the family are not those prodigal sons. Although we can still cope with our compound interest in the future to support our business, how can this thing be able to withstand it? If you can't pay it off at once, the longer it goes on, the worse it will be. It can no longer be sustained now. "
"Are all the people in these families targeted?"
"Yes, Zhentang. These family members are all being stared at by street wanderers. They can't leave the city, let alone run away. You can rest assured about this."
Bailang nodded. The situation was actually not that complicated. The accounts of the seven companies that were switching from live accounts to dead accounts were all self-inflicted dead ends. No one was forcing or tempting them, so who did he blame for gambling? What's more, Qianfang in this world is a serious business, and its nature is the same as that of a flower house. Moreover, the Qianfang of the Knife Hall is a regular Qianfang, and there is no such thing as a trap to lure people into gambling.
What's the saying?
Nothing can be saved by betting on a dog. As long as a person gets involved in gambling and becomes addicted, that person is finished and there is no need to save him. Don't try to persuade him, you can't stop a gambling addict even if you chop off his fingers. It is commonplace for families to be broken up and people to die.
However, the water money account is not only calculated on the dog bettors, but also on the heads of everyone in the family. The knife studio doesn't tell you that "one person does the work and one person takes responsibility". No one in the family can escape if they owe money to the knife studio. It has nothing to do with whether you are willing or not, as long as the knife shop accepts it. The yamen don't care about this. Even if the gambling dog dies, if the account does not become a dead debt, it will continue to be paid.
Cruelty is indeed cruel, and even in Bailang's perception, doing so is actually quite unreasonable, even cruel. But this is not the world where Bai Lang was a social beast. This is just a small town in the Hong Dynasty of Xia Bang. These are the rules here, so what can he do if he doesn't like it? Adapt, you have to survive after all.
"Based on your experience, how long can these seven accounts last?"
"If we return to the town hall, judging from my subordinates' experience, the seven accounts with the largest number of accounts will not survive this year, and the fastest one may be transferred to dead accounts in two months."
"Pull it out and show it to me." Bai Lang pushed the document in his hand to Wang Bing. The latter quickly made a mark and explanation in the document.
Bailang looked at it, nodded, then pointed at one of them and said, "Please help me contact them. I want to visit them this afternoon."
"Does the town hall want to do that?"
"The prodigal gamblers in these seven accounts all deserved their death, but it is a pity that the family business was directly ruined because of this. Maybe there is another way to squeeze out more profits. But whether it will work or not will still have to be done. Let’s get in touch today first. You come with me and others won’t mention it for now. Do you understand?”
"Okay, I understand."
Wang Bing immediately went down to make arrangements. When a creditor comes to your door, who dares to refuse? But he couldn't guess why Bailang wanted to see him. What do those words Bai Lang said at the end mean? Can you squeeze out more oil and water? But how to squeeze it? Is this going to turn into a dead end?
A series of questions finally left Wang Bing confused, and he could only suppress them temporarily. He was going to follow them anyway, and he would definitely know the reason by then.
But do you need to inform Mr. Liu about this in advance? Wang Bing hesitated for a moment, and finally said no in his heart. Although he used to be with Mr. Liu, but now that Mr. Liu has sent him and Zhang Wu to Bai Lang, it's best not to be careless, let alone try to make ends meet. At least for now, it seems that Bai Zhentang still has great potential and skills.
Putting his thoughts away, Wang Bing quickly left Qianfang and went to the house named by Bai Lang to notify them.
After Wang Bing left, Bai Lang recruited Zhang Wu.
"Are you familiar with Hualou?" Bai Lang didn't have much to do, but he didn't want to drag it out. Especially for things like drinking together, it’s best to do it as early as possible. The people below can also get to know each other earlier, and they won't feel restless in their thoughts.
"Hey, Zhentang, actually I haven't been there twice. After all, the cost of Hualou is too high. Once I go there, I can find scattered girls on the street three or five times."
"Tsk, then you should know something, right? Why don't you just pick a house?"
Zhang Wu smiled and said: "Zhentang, although I am not familiar with flower buildings, I also know that the flower buildings in Yongchuan City are actually of the same level for us. Because with our little money, we can't see the gold medals and gold medals in the building anyway. A silver-medal singer is considered a luxury if she can play a bronze medal. But for ordinary girls who are bronze-medal singers or below, all flower houses are similar. Even if there are differences in style preferences, they are only reflected in the grades of silver and gold medals.
But I heard that the place Snake often goes to is "Qunxiang Garden". If we go there too, it would be cheaper to report Snake's name. "
Bailang didn't care. He nodded and said to Zhang Wuda: "There are many of us. You first go to the "Qunxiang Garden" you mentioned to implement this matter. Don't be unable to accommodate us by then. Then we will tell the following after we have decided. Brother. As for the time, the best time is tomorrow and the next two days."
"Okay Zhentang, I will handle it properly!"
After explaining this, Bai Lang saw that the time was almost up, so he got up and left Qianfang and went to the main hall of Ma Sheng Lane to meet Liu Xu. This time, he had to get information from Liu Xu about what kind of pull he had at the knife studio level during the two days he was in jail.
It was past noon when we left and left. Liu Xu left Bailang to go to the canteen with him for lunch before letting Bailang leave. He also told him all the things Bai Lang was curious about.
Bailang was quite surprised after hearing Liu Xu's story. He thought that he could survive the prison sentence unharmed only because of his hard work in the knife studio. But in fact, the people who put pressure on the Yamen together with the knife hall were the first lady and the second lady in the city lord's mansion, and even the city lord's personal bodyguard Zhou Zhonghao, whom he had never met before, also contributed. Otherwise, the Yamen would never have released Bailang so quickly, and even if it didn't work, he would have been locked up for another two or three days.
"It seems that taking the city lord's mansion is the right way to go!" Bailang thought in his heart.
