Afterwards, Gu Yunyang went to a dilapidated temple near the warehouse where he had previously arranged to meet the tycoon.

Gu Yunyang placed the supplies there and then sent a letter to the tycoon.

After that, Gu Yunyang went back.

In the middle of the night, the tycoon was once again awakened by knocking on the door.

His face was ashen, but he still looked at the subordinate who had disturbed him.

There's nothing he can do; his subordinates won't bother him unless they have something to do.

"What's the matter so late at night?"

As for why you keep me from sleeping late at night and wake me up every time?

The subordinate said, "Boss, this has appeared in the area you asked us to keep an eye on."

He held a letter in his hand, his face showing some excitement.

The tycoon was quite generous to his subordinates; he was always willing to reward them for any good deeds.

This time, he went to check the message area as usual, and sure enough, there was a letter there.

He immediately picked it up, looked at the cover, and saw that it was the same label he had left when he delivered the letter to that gentleman before.

This is the letter that gentleman sent back.

I don't know if it's a good thing or not.

He didn't dare to open it himself or look inside.

He rushed back, almost getting robbed of the opportunity.

How could he possibly agree to that?

Even if it's bad news, it's still news, and at least there's still time to salvage the situation.

So he rushed over.

letter?

The tycoon was overjoyed. After eating the fine bran, the coarse grains tasted bland to him.

It's hard to swallow.

"Apart from Wushan, there are no other clouds."

If you've experienced something better, how can you feel good about settling for something else?

He eagerly took the letter, only to find that the envelope had not been opened.

He nodded with some satisfaction.

The people under him can do some things, but they can't make decisions for him.

Hou San's men aren't on the same page.

It's a waste that he was so happy.

The tycoon sneered inwardly, but he couldn't possibly warn the other party.

The tycoon opened the letter and read it quickly, skimming through it.

The letter didn't say much, but it gave him a positive message.

"Quickly, wake everyone up."

ah?

His subordinates were stunned and looked at the tycoon blankly.

The tycoon cursed under his breath: "Hurry up, everything's ready. Tell the people to move it."

Moving things?

His subordinates were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Did that gentleman make another deal with them?

As long as there are transactions, there will be income, and a lot of income at that.

This is excellent news.

Shouldn't the eldest brother reward him with something nice?

The tycoon could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him.

However, he doesn't forbid such things; on the contrary, he promotes them.

The tycoon always believed that only those who know how to get things done and are fair in rewarding and punishing can achieve great things.

Like everyone else, he was stingy and reluctant to reward his subordinates for doing good deeds.

So much stuff, if you keep it all to yourself, it won't produce offspring.

On the contrary, he won over his subordinates, who were all willing to risk their lives and fight to the death.

So the tycoon was the last to develop here, but his strength was no less than that of the others.

A group of people set off discreetly.

But there were many people secretly watching them, and the news was quickly spread.