"Control of Xingning Street is in the hands of our Seven Stars Gang now."
"Boss Zhou used to be in charge, but now he’s dead. And since you defeated Liang Yuhen of the Iron Armor Sect the other day and earned great rit, Master Zhou has given the job to you."
"? Manage Xingning Street?" Chu Fan frowned, then turned away. "You guys handle it yourselves. Don’t bother with trivial tasks like this."
"There’s money involved!" Fatty said quickly.
Chu Fan turned back around. "Money changes things."
Jiang Yuanfan and the other three: "..."
’If we could actually beat him, we’d thrash him right now!’
Fatty said, "Fan, this is a cushy job that people would kill for!"
"Not only do you get fifteen taels of silver a month, but there are tons of perks!"
"This is managing Xingning Street, not just patrolling it like before..."
"You know as well as I do, Xingning Street is the most prosperous street in the Outer City!"
"Back in the day, the three major gangs fought for who knows how many years to control this street..."
"If you’re in charge here, even if you do nothing, you won’t be able to spend all the silver the shops and restaurants give you as tribute!"
"Is that so?" Chu Fan blinked.
’But that bastard Zhou Ye never seed that rich.’
’The silver notes I found on his body only added up to a few hundred taels.’
’Then again, that’s normal. Who would wander around with a wad of silver notes on them?’
Chu Fan pursed his lips and patted Fatty’s shoulder. "From today on, you’re in charge of arranging the patrols for Xingning Street."
"Huh?" Fatty was stunned, completely overwheld by the sudden favor.
The other three, however, were dumbfounded.
’On what grounds?!’
’This fatty just broke through to the Blood Nourishing Realm two days ago!’
’In terms of strength, talent, or seniority... even if you let a dog be in charge, it wouldn’t be his turn!’
"Oh?" Seeing the expressions on the faces of Jiang Yuanfan and the other two, Chu Fan flexed his left hand, his knuckles cracking. He smiled. "You three have a problem with that?"
"No problem!" Liang Qiu was the first to raise his hand. "Whatever Boss Chu arranges, we wouldn’t dare say a word against it!"
Jiang Yuanfan also said, "We’ll do whatever you arrange."
Ling Feng’s face was sullen as he spat out a single word: "Fine."
"That’s for the best," Chu Fan said. "Fatty, wait here for a mont."
With that, he turned and went into the house.
Fatty nodded. "Okay."
Seeing this, the other three didn’t leave imdiately either, just stood where they were.
「A short while later...」
Chu Fan ca out with a stack of booklets and handed them to Fatty.
Fatty and the other three took a closer look. On the cover of each booklet were three large, crookedly written words—"Mountain-Splitting Fist"!
’This handwriting is really ugly...’
Fatty was taken aback. "How can there be so many identical Boxing Manuals?"
Chu Fan said, "This is the Boxing Manual I got from killing a bandit. I’ve copied this many. Fatty, take them and help sell them."
’Now that I have subordinates, I should make good use of them. Squeeze every last drop of value out of them.’
Fatty and the other three: "..."
Chu Fan added, "Keep one for yourself and keep copying."
"After you sell these manuals, and the ones you copy, you get half the money."
"Hiss!" The three beside him—Jiang Yuanfan and the others—sucked in a cold breath.
’Isn’t he afraid of getting beaten to death for doing this?’
’Even though Chu Fan killed that bandit, what if the true owner of the Mountain-Splitting Fist cos looking for him... then...’
"Use your heads!" Chu Fan pointed to his temple. "I’ve already asked around. No family or person in Cyan Yang Ancient City has ever learned the Mountain-Splitting Fist. It’s a Fist Technique from out of town."
"This business won’t last long,"
"but if we move quickly, selling a few hundred copies won’t be a problem."
"In Cyan Yang Ancient City, countless children from ordinary families want to learn martial arts but can’t afford the tuition..."
"As long as the price isn’t too high—say, twenty taels of silver per Boxing Manual—people will be fighting over them."
Fatty stamred, "But... what if other people copy and sell them after we do?"
"Nothing we can do about that," Chu Fan said. "But you can spend so ti copying a few hundred first, then sell them as fast as possible."
"As for what happens later... to hell with it."
Fatty and the other three fell silent.
They could already picture the whole of Cyan Yang Ancient City filled with people practicing the Mountain-Splitting Fist.
’But no matter what, as long as it makes a lot of money, it’s fine!’
’Since the Mountain-Splitting Fist isn’t a local Fist Technique in Cyan Yang Ancient City, it shouldn’t be a huge problem!’
Fatty turned to the other three and said, "Fan is giving a fifty percent cut. I’ll give each of you ten percent. We’ll do it together, how about it?"
’Damn it!’
The faces of Jiang Yuanfan and the other two darkened.
’This damn fatty turns around and delegates the work, keeping a twenty percent cut for himself while only giving us ten percent each!’
"Not willing?" Fatty said. "I can always find soone else."
"We’ll do it!" the three of them—Jiang Yuanfan included—snapped in unison, their faces grim.
Fatty looked at the three of them and blinked.
’He wasn’t sure if that "do it" they just said was also ant as a curse at him.’
Fatty divided the Boxing Manuals in his hands into four portions, handing them to Jiang Yuanfan and the others. "We’ll all copy and sell together. Don’t anyone secretly copy and sell them on their own. I can’t beat you guys, but if Fan finds out..."
"...you can just wait for death."
’Damn it, this damn fatty actually guessed what we were thinking and is already starting to threaten us...’ The three of them, including Jiang Yuanfan, glanced at Fatty, feeling incredibly frustrated.
Just a mont ago, that was exactly what they had been planning to do.
The four of them turned to Chu Fan with strange expressions on their faces.
Chu Fan pumped a fist. "Let’s make it big, make it strong, and create a new era of glory!"
Jiang Yuanfan and the other three: "..."
For so reason, they were suddenly reminded of the Moon Worship Sect.
After the four had walked so distance away, Chu Fan shouted, "Hey, Fatty, what was your na again?"
’He’s finally asking for my na...’
Fatty’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. He turned around and said, "I..."
"Never mind!" Chu Fan waved his hand dismissively. "Calling you Fatty feels more familiar anyway."
SLAM!
The courtyard gate shut.
"I’ll be damned..." Fatty’s face flushed beet red.
He wanted to curse.
But he didn’t have the guts.
’He could only curse inwardly.’
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