Not long after the mule left, the bear came in with several large boxes.

"Master Chu, this is last month's regular money. My subordinates have checked the accounts and the amounts are consistent."

Several large boxes were opened, and the white silver ingots dazzled Zhang Chu's eyes.

"How many?"

He gently closed the tea bowl and asked.

Big Bear opened his mouth and reported an accurate number: "Five thousand one hundred and twenty-three taels!"

Zhang Chu had already had a rough figure in his mind, but now after listening to Daxiong's report, he still couldn't help but sigh that side business is indeed the most profitable business.

Of these 5,123 liang, more than 3,400 taels were earned from Bolan Hutong.

There are more than 1,600 liang left, and several hundred liang are protection fees paid by merchants on various sites.

The money you can earn from real business will never exceed one thousand two hundred taels.

One thousand two hundred taels is not a lot?

There are nearly five hundred strong men in the entire Black Tiger Hall!

Spread evenly on everyone's head, it is equivalent to a strong adult man earning more than two taels of silver in a month.

This is why he is so determined to start Night Street.

A monotonous Bolan Hutong course is already making money!

How profitable would a commercial street that concentrated on eating, drinking, and prostitution be?

"The money earned from Bolan Hutong should be paid 70% to the chief helmsman!"

"Any money earned from other businesses should be paid 30% to the chief helmsman!"

"Calculate how much we should pay to the chief helmsman!"

Zhang Chu picked up the tea bowl again and continued drinking tea.

Big Bear rolled his eyes and calculated silently for a while, then gave up quickly, turned around and walked out of the hall, calling an old man in with an abacus in his hand.

The old man bowed and walked into the lobby. Under the instructions of Big Bear, he flipped the abacus and counted for a while, and then reported a number: "Report to the hall master, three thousand and eighty-two taels."

Hearing this, Zhang Chu sighed with some pain in his body and said: "Gather together three thousand taels, Big Bear, prepare a car, I will personally lead the team to send the money to the chief helm... Next time, let the big brothers below pay the banknotes

, don’t pay the damn cash, trouble!”

Five thousand one hundred taels.

Plan away the three thousand taels that were given to the chief helmsman.

He only had two thousand one hundred taels left in his hand.

This also includes the three teams of Blood Clothes Team, Blood Knife Team, and Blood Shadow Guards, and the regular money and expenses of nearly a hundred people.

What can really fall into his hands will not exceed one thousand taels!

So poor!

Big Bear heard the pain in his boss's tone, suppressed a smile and bowed: "Yes, Master Chu!"

…

"Ding ding ding..."

The carriage arrived at the headquarter of the Qinglong Gang.

Zhang Chu jumped down from the carriage, and Daxiong immediately directed the brothers of the Bloody Team to unload the silver from his carriage.

When the gang members who guarded the gate of the general helm saw Zhang Chu, they all came up to him with smiles. They raised their hands in disarray and said, "Hall Master Zhang, it's been a while since I've seen you here. The gang leader is still talking about you this morning!"

"What do you think of me, gang leader?"

Zhang Chu raised his eyebrows, "You're not scolding me, are you?"

"Hahaha……"

The gatekeepers, chief helmsman, and everyone laughed in unison.

As soon as Zhang Chu saw their appearance, he knew that Hou Juntang must have scolded him.

Immediately his face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, he led Daxiong and the others towards the main helm.

The group of people carried three large boxes and walked straight into the main helm lobby.

The chief helmsman and his gang had already gone to report to Hou Juntang and Liu Qiankun.

After Da Xiong and the others put down their boxes, they saluted Zhang Chu, turned around and exited the main helm lobby.

Zhang Chu sat alone in the empty lobby, drinking the tea brought to him and waiting peacefully for Hou Juntang to arrive.

He waited for about a cup of tea, but it was not Hou Juntang who came.

But Liu Qiankun.

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, Zhang Chu quickly stood up and saluted him, "I see you, Gang Leader Liu."

It was at this time that Zhang Chu discovered that he could clearly sense the traces of blood flow in Liu Qiankun's body.

In the past, when he looked at this old fox, it was like looking at flowers in the mist. He knew that he must be a top-level warrior, but he could never sense the traces of blood energy flowing in his body.

He frowned secretly, thinking that the strength of the Qinglong Gang was far from what he imagined!

These four elders, Hou Zizheng, Zhao Sihai, Tie Ying, and Liu Wu, are all ninth-level warriors. He has known this for a long time.

But he always thought that Hou Juntang and Liu Qiankun must be in the eighth grade no matter what!

After all, the Qinglong Gang is also a long-established and large gang in the west of the city. The leader and deputy leader of a gang cannot be too weak.

However, now that he has entered the eighth level for the first time, he can clearly sense the traces of blood energy flowing in Liu Qiankun's body.

What does this mean?

Liu Qiankun is not the eighth grade!

A dignified deputy gang leader, not even the eighth grade... No matter how many people the Qinglong Gang has, how strong can it be?

He muttered secretly in his heart, but his face showed no trace of emotion.

Liu Qiankun didn't notice that Zhang Chu was slandering him. As soon as he entered the lobby, he scolded him with a fierce face: "You kid, your wings have grown hard and you want to fly. I didn't expect you to come to the chief helm to see us."

Old guy?"

He is qualified to scold Zhang Chu.

Not only because of his status as deputy gang leader.

Also because he is nearly two grades older than Zhang Chu.

There is no better way to rely on one's strength than to betray one's strength.

Zhang Chu smiled and said: "What are you talking about, Gang Leader Liu! I have forgotten someone, but I can't forget you and Gang Leader!"

Liu Qiankun sneered, glanced at the three boxes in the hall, and asked: "Is this your Black Tiger Hall's payment last month?"

Zhang Chu nodded quickly and said: "Yes, Gang Leader Liu, we have a total of three thousand taels, and they are all here!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and opened the three boxes one by one.

A piece of white silver fell into Liu Qiankun's eyes, illuminating his cloudy eyes.

He suddenly felt the same emotion as Zhang Chu... It was his grandma's money to take advantage of others!

In the past, the monthly payment from the three gang members of his Qinglong Gang together was less than one thousand taels!

Now, the amount of money offered by just one Black Tiger Hall is already three thousand taels!

He was extremely satisfied, but said with a cold face: "Why is it only three thousand taels? Don't you know that we still need to send money to Mr. Wang?"

"Gang Leader Liu, they are all here!"

Zhang Chugong raised his hand and complained repeatedly: "The surplus of Bolan Hutong last month was only three thousand taels. There are still so many brothers in our Black Tiger Hall waiting to eat. I can't give them all to Mr. Wang and let the people below

Brothers, all drink the northwest wind, right?"

How could Liu Qiankun believe his lies?

"It's not enough. Cheng Dafang had to give Mr. Wang at least four thousand taels of silver a month before. You can't point to our chief helmsman to both support you and give you some money, right?"

"Hand over another thousand taels!"

"Otherwise, you can handle it yourself, Mr. Wang!"

He said it absolutely, as if there was no room for negotiation.

When Zhang Chu heard this, he became furious: "Another thousand taels? How can he grab it?"

"No!"

"Don't say a thousand taels!"

"Even if it's ten taels, I can't get it out!"

"If Mr. Wang really thinks that the money is too little, I will return Bolan Hutong to him!"
To be continued...