Capítulo 816: Chapter 343: Pan Mountain Eagle 4
Watching the well-known Dragon Seeking Junior Brother leave, Zheng Changting looked at the “fifteen hundred bucks” deposit slip in his hand and murmured, “Mountain Master Zhou is indeed as interesting as Junior Brother Wu Ya said, but my luck today… It’s really… truly so good!”
He gestured to himself and said, “A person’s luck is only so much; if there’s more here, there’ll be less there.”
His theory on luck is truly in line with Yun Ziliang’s “Dragon Seeking style, a legacy.”
…
On the train, Zhou Xuan and the Painter sat in a row, and Pan Mountain Eagle sohow managed to get tea leaves and hot water, serving tea to them.
“Mountain Master Zhou, Lord Hua, I just saw a crate of red wine hidden deeply in the back. If you two would like so…”
“Bring so over to drink.”
“Alright!”
Pan Mountain Eagle acted eagerly and went to another carriage to fetch the wine.
“This Pan Mountain Eagle, really keeping him?” The Painter asked.
“The hawks he raises are useful.”
Zhou Xuan said, “Besides, these wealthy people from Mingjiang Prefecture brought disaster upon themselves. We killed those hunched backs to give the common folks of Mingjiang Prefecture an explanation, and that’s more than enough.”
This carriage full of hunchbacked corpses was Zhou Xuan’s explanation brought back to Mingjiang Prefecture.
“Here, money, have it sent to Ping Shui Prefecture to buy grain.”
Zhou Xuan slapped the deposit slip onto the Painter’s hand: “Today’s and tomorrow’s grain could be credited, but not every day… give them so whenever there’s money.”
“This ti, thanks to the great master, you guessed right; there were indeed people who’d intercept and kill these Mingjiang fat sheep.”
“That is natural… With soone as wicked as Qi Tiezui, how could he charge only ten thousand bucks for passage? If you ask , had Qi Tiezui not died, even if Pan Mountain Eagle hadn’t co, these fat sheep would have died at Qi Tiezui’s hands.”
The ten thousand buck passage fee was rely “capital verification.” Once the train was on the road, Qi Tiezui would surely harvest rampant.
“These thieves, seeing Mingjiang Prefecture in trouble, just want to exploit to death,” cursed the Painter.
“They don’t know how Mingjiang Prefecture escaped the crisis. If they did, they’d likely not dared to co,” Zhou Xuan said.
It’s precisely because after the Heaven and Earth ga began, Mingjiang Prefecture beca isolated, disappearing among the nine prefectures of Jing Country, never displaying its power in front of other states.
Those states thought that Mingjiang had suffered a great blow and was already weakened. So, they ca to rob, ca to kill, and any stray cat and dog dared to co knocking.
“Lord Xuan, the footage you wanted, I’ve organized nicely for you.”
The mainfra flew into Zhou Xuan’s hand, projecting the recorded and edited footage onto the train wall for Zhou Xuan to watch.
The footage docunted how those wealthy people insulted the poor as inferiors, and how they were brutally killed by a band of Mountain Barbarians, who stole their deposit slips, as well as how Zhou Xuan and the Painter killed those Eagle Village bandits.
Zhou Xuan intended to broadcast this footage to the common people of Mingjiang Prefecture to help him clarify reality—staying within Mingjiang Prefecture, soone would protect them; not staying, they’d be slaughtered like dogs by outsiders.
The fate of those seventy-plus wealthy people served as “living testimony,” “negative example.”
“Lord Xuan, look at my zoom-in shot, isn’t it artistic?”
“Especially that close-up… Yes… the one where Boss Kang calls you a poor ghost, incapable of affording tens of thousands of grains…”
“Cut that part; words that disrupt unity shouldn’t be spoken,” Zhou Xuan said.
“…” The mainfra.
Zhou Xuan continued, “Pixelate those bloody, grotesque scenes… blur them… This will be broadcast to all of Mingjiang Prefecture, don’t scare the children.”
“Without blood and gore, the film lacks impact.”
“You really do have artistic pursuits.”
Zhou Xuan lightly tapped the folded fan on the mainfra: “If Mingjiang Prefecture’s children wet their beds at night, will you help change them?”
“…” The mainfra thought it over and felt Zhou Xuan was right.
“Once the military mood stabilizes, it’s ti to organize the people to repair Mingjiang Prefecture.”
Zhou Xuan rubbed his temple—Mingjiang Prefecture is in ruins, and the burden on his shoulders is heavy…
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