Suddenly, a trading company opened in Yangcheng, selling salt, iron, and spices. On the opening day, Magistrate Fang personally came to preside over the ribbon-cutting ceremony, leaving the people of Yangcheng completely bewildered.
On the day the business opened, many salt smugglers and merchants hiding in the shadows suffered a devastating blow.
Some masked martial arts practitioners kicked down the door and, without saying a word, began to beat and smash things. In just half a month, smuggling and illegal salt trade in Yangcheng and the surrounding area were eradicated.
The goods confiscated from these people became the first batch of goods for the business. Since there was no cost to begin with, the left-hand leader was overjoyed to see the business booming.
Fang Zhiyi had already planned the distribution of profits: the Zhetian Sect would take 40%, the imperial court 40%, and he himself 20%.
The left-hand leader had nothing to say about the assignment. The old man was now immersed in the thrill of doing business. You have to understand that as a member of the Demonic Sect, especially as an unimportant branch, it was already difficult enough to support so many people. This was the first time he had tasted the joy of making money while sitting still, and he was full of hope for the future.
As for this operation, Fang Zhiyi only reported that he had cracked down on smuggling and private salt trading, which were strictly prohibited by the imperial court. He also gave gifts to some key officials and handed over benefits to the imperial court. No one raised any objection to what he did. On the contrary, they thought that Fang Zhiyi was extremely capable.
"After this job, I'll go home and get married." A burly man with a knife, his face covered, lay prone in the reeds, watching the boat slowly approaching in the distance. This waterway was a major thoroughfare connecting several cities, and they had amassed a considerable fortune by robbing passing ships.
"With the money you've saved, you could marry eight wives!" the leader laughed, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
As the boat drew near, they once again threw out their climbing grappling hooks, easily flipping themselves aboard with their agility. Their opening line was the same as always: "Don't move! We only rob you, we won't kill you! If you resist, we'll send you to see the Dragon King!"
But the ship was eerily quiet, which puzzled the pirate leader and gave him a bad feeling.
Just as the torches around them lit up, a flag suddenly flew up on the ship, and the leader was stunned.
"Retreat quickly! It's the Zhetian Sect's ship!" Water bandits are a group of outlaws and ordinary people who have no lofty ambitions and simply want to harm the people. They will definitely run away when faced with legitimate government troops or martial arts sects.
But it was too late. Not only were torches appearing on both sides of the strait, but their uniform attire revealed their identities.
The leader tried to escape using his light-footed skills, but as soon as he left the ship, several ropes flew out and precisely wrapped around his limbs. The followers on the ship and on the shore tightened the ropes at the same time, and the leader stared wide-eyed in horror.
"Are you blind? You think you can steal our Heaven-Covering Sect's ship?" A Dharma Protector stepped forward with a sinister grin.
"Spare us! We didn't know it was a ship from the Shrouding Heaven Sect. Please spare us this time!" the leader begged.
But the other person simply walked up to him with the knife in hand.
The entire martial arts world knows that the Demonic Sect is ruthless and cruel. The leader cursed his subordinate inwardly, wondering why he had to say such discouraging things before taking action! Those people who died in the stories died because they had to look to the future before they acted!
As the gleaming blade approached, the leader closed his eyes.
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