Er Goudan seemed to have been injected with a bucket of chicken blood, and his performance in the second half became even more courageous.
Chu Mu finally discovered that Fan Ji was simply a monster.
Although he is a mortal, his natural abilities are incredibly good.
Not only could he apply the magic he had just learned last night with ease, he could also find the natural laws hidden in it and unleash greater power when encountering a powerful opponent, truly achieving a leap in strength.
Chu Mu watched in amazement. The robbers who were beaten by the young man could only cry for their parents.
In the end, after the young Fan Ji killed the leader who intended to attack Chu Mu, and cut off his entire head and held it in his hand, the robbers no longer had the desire to take a chance.
Chu Mu was honestly invited to sit on the main seat in the main hall.
"Er Goudan, come here." Chu Mu touched the Huanghuali solid wood chair in his hand, looking like he liked it very much.
The young man put away his murderous aura and wiped his bloody hands on his pants, as if he was afraid that the dirt would offend Chu Mu.
He looked so cautious that he didn't have the temperament of the Lord God Fan Ji at all. Chu Mu was amused by him.
When the young man saw Chu Mu's smile, he felt inexplicably happy and also smiled foolishly.
The kidnappers squatting in the yard all looked devastated: Damn, did we lose to such a fool?
Chu Mu pulled Er Goudan over, pressed his shoulders and made him sit on the Huanghuali solid wood chair: "You will be the master here from now on, so give this place a resounding name."
This bandit den composed of kidnappers originally used the name of the escort agency. Chu Mu planned to continue using it, but he would definitely not use the original name anymore.
Chu Mu thought it was too rustic.
Er Gou Dan, however, showed no sign of happiness. He nervously grabbed Chu Mu and said, "Master, are you...are you leaving?"
Chu Mu was stunned when he heard this.
It turns out that this guy who just cut off someone's head is now afraid of being abandoned.
"No," Chu Mu shook his head. "It's dangerous everywhere outside. It's better to stay in Taiping Town and save yourself the trouble."
Er Gou Dan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you should be the master."
The young man's face was full of stubbornness and persistence.
Chu Mu's face darkened: "Just sit down when I told you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
After being scolded like this, Er Goudan immediately stopped arguing with Chu Mu.
He sat down on the chair swiftly, his eyes fixed on Chu Mu: "I'm sitting, don't be angry."
Chu Mu raised his hand and touched his head again: "You will be the head of the family in the future. You must show some courage and stop acting like a child."
This is the standard Chu-style dog training method - a whip and a candy.
The young boy Fan Ji was very impressed and promised solemnly, "I will obey Master."
"Good boy," Chu Mu suddenly realized the joy of raising a son, "Hurry up and change the name of the escort agency. SF Express Escort Agency is too damn ugly."
Er Goudan frowned and thought for a moment, then said solemnly, "Simu, let's call it Simu Escort Agency."
Chu Mu pretended not to understand the meaning of the name and continued, "You should change your name too. You're the head of the family now, and I can't keep calling you Gou Dandan, Gou Dandan, can I?"
A look of anticipation appeared in Er Gou Dan's eyes: "Master, can you help me get it?"
"I still call you Fan Ji." Chu Mu smiled meaningfully, "But it's not the Ji of taboo, but the Ji of quiet."
The gods are silent, and so are the torrents.
Hong Wentao said that he pointed the Sword of Judgment at the temple because of Fan Ji.
If he had the chance to do it again, he decided to let Fan Ji also experience the nightmare of the gods.
"Okay." The young man said happily, "From now on, my name will be Fan Ji."
…
The door plaque of the escort agency had to be customized by a carpenter. As the boss, Fan Ji certainly could not wear his shabby and patched clothes anymore. Chu Mu used his savings from the bandit’s nest to invite the most famous tailor in the town to his home and ordered ten new sets of clothes for himself. Fan Ji and Ping Niang also had five sets made for each.
That's a big expense.
In this day and age when even eating is a problem, even rich people are reluctant to spend so much money on making clothes.
But Chu Mu chose the most expensive materials to make it. At the same time, Chu Mu also replaced all the furniture in the house that he didn't like with new ones.
Especially the old bed and old cabinets, Chu Mu directly asked the servants to chop them up and use them as firewood.
He was even more particular about food, and Chu Mu had tasted all the chefs in the town.
Chu Mu spent all the dirty money he had robbed from the bandit's den without restraint.
Fan Ji, the nominal boss, did not stop Chu Mu at all. He even bought the whole set of white porcelain cups with the same pattern because the other party liked it.
After wasting half a month, the accountant finally knelt down in the hall, weeping but unable to cry: "Master, Master Chu, the money in our account...is only enough for a week's food and living."
In just half a month, Fan Ji had already figured out a move that combined kung fu and magic, and no one could beat him.
In order not to displease Fan Ji, the former bandits in the escort agency tightened their belts and each drank only a bowl of thin rice soup every day, just to save money for Chu Mu to squander.
But now they have reached the end of their rope and are just starving themselves.
Chu Mu sat upright on his newly purchased pear wood carved chair, looking at the people kneeling down with a half-smile: "Oh, how many days have you been hungry?"
The people below looked at each other and said, "Yes, it's been five days."
"Yes, for the past five days, we brothers have only had one bowl of rice soup every day. We are so hungry that we feel dizzy..."
Pop.
Chu Mu put the teacup down heavily, and the crowd of people who were complaining suddenly became quiet.
"You can't starve anymore?" Chu Mu's eyes were frost-covered. "When you robbed others of their wealth before, did you ever consider that others would starve? You are all alone now, and if you starve, it's just one person who will starve. What about those people you robbed? Did they have elderly parents or young children who starved to death because of your robbery?"
Only now did everyone in the hall finally realize that Chu Mu was spending money so lavishly just to teach them a lesson.
Someone objected and said, "Sir, you have people protecting you, so of course you don't know the hardships of the world. If we don't rob, we won't be able to survive—"
"There are many ways to survive," Chu Mu interrupted the man, "even if you want to rob, you shouldn't point your knife at the old, weak, and disabled."
"That's easy for you to say." The man was also a stubborn person, with a bandit-like aura, and he couldn't stand Chu Mu at all. "If you have the ability, don't steal or rob, and go earn enough money for a day's food."
"What if I make the money back?" Chu Mu asked.
"From now on, I will be willing to be at your disposal, and follow you through life and death!"
Chu Mu raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay, that's what you said."
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