Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 930: 572. Another bowl of pork intestine noodles

"Gao Yang, it’s been three days, what’s Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"

On the phone, Dragon Pattern Gang’s boss, Chen Yidong, sounded clearly impatient.

Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "Boss, you might not believe this, but he’s been going door to door persuading kids to go to school, one building a day, just canvassing, nothing else."

Chen Yidong was taken aback: "Are you trying to fool me with this nonsense? Are you betraying us?"

Gao Yang explained: "Not yet... I mean, boss, listen to me, he really hasn’t done anything proper in these three days. It’s not just him; the whole Arts Syndicate seems to have quieted down, nobody’s doing anything serious."

"How many leaders are there in the Arts Syndicate now?" Chen Yidong asked.

"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiao Qi," Gao Yang said, "Xiao Qi is busy with infrastructure for that four-building owners every day, and Luo Wanya is always taking our new recruits for team-building exercises. They don’t go around chopping people, don’t do business, anything remotely related to gang business, they’re not doing it."

"Oh right, previously the Arts Syndicate wiped out four gangs, Black Water, Big Pendulum, Meteor Hammer, ’I Want to Buy a Watch’, hundreds of people, where did they all go?" Chen Yidong asked, "Were they absorbed into the Arts Syndicate or all killed? When PCE demanded people, they only handed over thirty."

Gao Yang explained: "They’re all folding paper boxes, running sewing machines, assembling electronic components."

"What the hell?" Chen Yidong was obviously stunned.

Gao Yang said: "Xiao Qi cleared the top three floors of the Big Pendulum Building and installed iron doors with locks, making them do some ’labor reform’ inside, incidentally making money for the Arts Syndicate. Now, these people are one of the main businesses of the Arts Syndicate, the cash flow is fine..."

Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa, dazed for a while.

The environment of the Federation’s prison is much better than the slums, and there’s no thing like labor reform there.

His family started in the gang business since his grandfather’s generation, and after decades, never thought they could make money this way... But seriously, making money this way in the gang is too bizarre!

Too old-fashioned!

This method, where does it stand against trafficking in people, drugs, or organs?

Chen Yidong thought of the hundreds of strong men running sewing machines in the Big Pendulum Building, and he couldn’t bear to look at it.

"Alright, stop dawdling," Chen Yidong sneered, "Have you figured out Zhang Qinghuan’s whereabouts?"

"Yes, figured it out, but boss, could there be experts protecting Zhang Qinghuan?"

"Good, send someone to kill him today. Just an F-Class Genetic Warrior, what experts could he have? He’s no longer worth my attention."

"Okay," Gao Yang hung up the phone.

Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: "Gao Yang, come join the family for more team-building!"

"Coming, coming!"

In the Eighth District, two motorcycles sped out of the Dragon Pattern Villa, heading towards the Ninth District.

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"Aren’t we expanding our territory?" Jiang Mubei asked, voicing his deep confusion.

Spade’s two big shots knew what the Arts Syndicate was capable of, those over a hundred Genetic Warriors could easily wipe through the entire lower three districts.

Moreover, Jiang Mubei started to feel invested in the cause now.

If the Arts Syndicate was oppressing the poor, the two big shots of Spade might have just stood by and watched, maybe even taken them down.

But now it’s different. They’ve found the Arts Syndicate’s goals align with theirs.

Doing better than Spade.

As a result, Jiang Mubei’s passion rekindled, eager to discuss with Xu Linsen about helping the Arts Syndicate push through, bringing light to the lower three districts of City 22 faster.

Therefore, the impatient Jiang Mubei became anxious seeing the Arts Syndicate not doing serious work...

More anxious than the Arts Syndicate itself.

But Zhang Qinghuan was unconcerned: "Don’t rush, this is just the process of creating models. Not many people in the Ninth District and even the lower three districts know about the pigeon cages, so if we charge in, we won’t get the people’s support. Now, we’ve lit up four buildings, and by deliberately spreading the word, it will naturally become a topic. Look, those people invited over to have a look."

Zhang Qinghuan sat in the noodle shop, pointing at the people passing by the door: "No one can stop their desire to make life better. The lights in the Ninth District are enough to ignite their desires."

Jiang Mubei murmured: "If I hadn’t seen the light, I could have borne the darkness."

"That’s right," Zhang Qinghuan laughed heartily, "and there’s another issue, all gangs supply the ones above, gangs supply PCE, PCE supplies their members in the assembly, who belong to the consortiums. If the Arts Syndicate openly changes the balance, they will be noticed, so actions should be fast but measured."

"Did you come up with all this?" Jiang Mubei asked, implying he doubted Zhang Qinghuan could come up with such a sensible approach.

Zhang Qinghuan candidly admitted: "Lao Luo said it."

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly said: "I understand, so we have to wait for something to happen in the city, wait until PCE can’t pay attention to us, and then rapidly expand!"

"Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.

Qing Chen said: "Why don’t we go assassinate someone from the Jindai Consortium. I know a guy named Jindai Yunlo who drinks at the Fourth District Black Swan Restaurant every day, and he always hangs out alone past midnight. I work there as a waiter. Kill him, and the Upper Sixth District will definitely fall into chaos."

Zhang Qinghuan laughed and cried: "I know the Jindai Yunlo you mentioned, a famous young master in City 22, and he’s A-Class, we can’t even fill the gap between his teeth with our people. Just wait for chaos, we can’t create chaos ourselves."

At this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei exchanged a glance. Actually, they could do something to keep the PCE Security Management Committee from noticing the lower three districts.

Why not create chaos somewhere else?

At this moment, Jiang Mubei whispered: "Boss, should we help them create chaos?"

"It’s worth considering," Xu Linsen nodded, "After all, freeing the lower three districts sooner would help more people escape misery."

"But the problem is we’re from Spade, not real members of the Arts Syndicate," Jiang Mubei said, "I feel it’s something they should do themselves."

Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: "If he can really accomplish what we can’t, then what’s wrong with letting him be Spade’s Joker, I don’t mind."

Jiang Mubei was stunned for a long time: "Boss, you..."

"No need for words, we’ll go create chaos tonight," Xu Linsen said, with some determination beneath his calm exterior. Spade’s existence is not for power, but for a certain ideal.

As long as it works out, his personal gains and losses don’t matter to Xu Linsen.

In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, half of Spade are wilderness folks, their vision and capacity make it hard for them to complete this independently.

And now, he already knew how ambitious the one behind the Arts Syndicate was.

Jiang Mubei muttered softly: "Let him be Joker? We don’t even know where he is, how can we make him Joker."

Just then, Qing Chen suddenly raised his hand: "Boss, another bowl of beef intestines noodles please."

Jiang Mubei turned his head and yelled while rubbing his ear: "You want more noodles, just order, why shout so loud!?"