Feng Sanshui was summoned again, but unlike last time when he was uneasy, this time he stood tall and proud, neither humble nor arrogant.

"You're Feng Sanshui?" Jin Bei, wrapped in a blanket, sat back on the sofa, looking listless and weak, like a smoker from the Republican era, with dark circles under his eyes.

"Yes, Boss Jin," Feng Sanshui replied respectfully, bowing his head.

"Are you in charge of 10th Street now?"

"Yes, Mr. Kim."

...

As Feng Sanshui emerged from Boss Jin's villa, a smile played on his lips. He could immediately spot Feng Shanlang's motorcycle parked at the entrance, blocking the way for vehicles to enter and exit.

When Feng Shanlang saw Feng Sanshui, he quickly started his car to pick him up. At the same time, a black sedan turned in and blocked the way.

Feng Shanlang realized he was blocking the way and was about to make a move when the driver's window rolled down. Scarface, Mad Dog's top henchman, poked his head out and yelled, "Get lost!"

Damn it!! Feng Shanlang also had a bad temper, and he turned the handlebars to give the scarred car a makeover.

"Youngest brother!" Feng Sanshui called out, and Feng Shanlang stopped moving. Scarface spat in the direction of the motorcycle with a dark face, rolled up the window, and spun around. At this moment, the window of the back seat was open, and Mad Dog looked at the two brothers with a half-smile and an unfriendly look in his eyes.

"Brother, why didn't you let me run him over?" Feng Shanlang was furious. He stared at the red light of the parking space and disappeared at the gate, gritting his teeth.

"Grasshoppers in autumn don't live long. Don't bother with them," Feng Sanshui sneered.

Jinbei has given him full authority over the management of Tenth Street, and even had his subordinates make several phone calls in front of him, all to relinquish control.

I don't know how he managed to get his new dock. Judging from Jinbei's state, she was like she had seen a ghost when his new dock was mentioned, and she didn't want to say much. Her words implied that she should be lenient with him.

Jinbei: Of course it's a ghost!

"Zhuanzhuan, are you really planning to give Feng Sanshui an important position?" Cao Ming had always looked down on Feng Sanshui, this good-for-nothing.

“He has his uses. I want to start here. We can’t abandon this area of ​​Tenth Street. Commerce here will eventually develop, and someone will eventually take charge. I’m too lazy to deal with them one by one, it’s never-ending. There’s even deeper water behind that Golden Shell, it’s not as easy to handle as this kid.” The child’s body and the adult’s words seemed very incongruous, but Cao Ming never felt that way.

She's been like this since the first time she met Yuan Zhuan; once you get used to it, her physical features are completely ignored.

"President Cao, the first batch of interviewees have all arrived. Here are their resumes." The new administrative staff member, Wen Xiangying, was poached by Cao Ming from a hotel owned by his sister-in-law. She is 43 years old this year and is quite capable, but perhaps because her sister-in-law's staff are all too strong, coupled with her age, she has never had her chance to get ahead. Last time he encountered a problem, it was Wen Xiangying who handled it, which made him very satisfied. She also has a really good personality. Thinking that his sister-in-law has plenty of talented people under her, he didn't need another one, so he asked her about it. His sister-in-law didn't stop him and let him ask her himself. Wen Xiangying gave him a positive answer the next day.

"Okay, wait a minute, I have something to do here."

"Yes." Wen Xiangying's gaze lingered on Yuan Zhuan for only a second before she turned and left.

He handed a stack of resumes to Yuan Zhuan, saying, "These are all people I found at the job market. They are all veterans. Last year, there were many people laid off due to the reduction of conscripts. Although we are just a district, there are still quite a few of them here."

Yuan Zhuan remained silent, flipping through the papers one by one. The youngest was only in his twenties, and the oldest was thirty-two. All of them were over 1.7 meters tall.

Wen Xiangying handed in a total of thirty portions, each from various towns and villages. Without exception, the recipients were all of modest means, or even impoverished. Moreover, each of them had a younger brother or sister; none of them were only children.

These were specially selected.

It's clear that Wen Xiangying is very meticulous in her work.

How many did you buy?

"A little over a hundred, I had Sister Wen come and pick some when I got back. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"It's nothing, you did a good job." Families like this are usually short of money and have financial burdens, so they work hard.

Wen Xiangying's direction was accurate; she could tell that something was amiss.

“There are no problems with the documents. Take them to the boxing room. It’s spacious there. I found an outside helper to pick a captain for me.” Yuan Zhuan stood up and handed the document to Cao Ming.

"foreign aid?"

"We've arrived." Yuan Zhuan got up and walked out.

"Huh? Who's the foreign player?"

Fu Qi and Fu Nanbei are both 33 years old and are guard coaches under Fu Quan. The Fu family guards all retire at the age of 32 and become coaches, responsible for training the next generation of guards. They just retired last year.

Yuan Zhuan put on a black robe, a mask, and brown glasses to cover her face. The system's voice changer cost her a hundred gold coins, which almost broke her heart. In addition, the things she did to ordinary people with magic last night cost her a total of one hundred and fifty gold coins.

Cao Ming nearly jumped in surprise when he saw Yuan Zhuan come out of the office.

“It’s me.” Yuan Zhuan turned off the voice changer. “I’ve changed my appearance and voice to make things easier for me in the future.” The last sentence was in the deep, hoarse voice of an old man, which startled Cao Ming so much that his facial expression twisted.

When Wen Xiangying's voice came, Cao Ming took a deep breath, composed his startled mind, and glanced at Yuan Zhuan's size 42 leather shoes. He closed his eyes, unable to bear looking directly at them.

Could these items have been hidden in his office before?

The boxing room occupies 100 square meters, which is about half the area of ​​a floor. In fact, according to Yuan Zhuan's requirements, this area is too small. She remembered that her father's senior brother's family was a great martial arts lineage, and their family's boxing ground was two acres in size. This was only the area where the outer disciples usually practiced.

Those few acres of training grounds are what she longs for, but right now, her finances are limited, so she'll have to take it slow.

Yuan Zhuan followed Cao Ming into the boxing room. There were no training equipment available yet, so it looked quite empty at first glance.

When Fu Qi and Fu Nanbei entered, they saw Cao Ming and a short man standing casually in the middle of the field. At a glance, there was nothing there.

My brow furrowed involuntarily; it really was as the host had said, quite new indeed.

When Cao Ming saw the people coming up to him, he said, "Hello, coaches. I am Cao Ming, the manager of Yuan's Security."

Fu Qi and Fu Nanbei came with a mission, and they quickly got into work mode. After understanding the requirements and intensity of this talent selection, the two went to the side to discuss it.

"These two are quite unusual. Where did you find them?" Although they only exchanged a few words, when they shook hands, they seemed to be trying to show off, exuding an aura of power. He immediately felt a chill run down his spine. The feeling of being controlled was quite unsettling. Could these two have killed anyone?

"Friend." No comment.

Cao Ming: ...