Royal Gold Magistrate

For such a rough bottom-level organization like the Dung Gang, Huang Shengrong naturally has great authority as the leader of the gang.

Fang Zhengyi also felt that it was a bit disgusting to play, but this is indeed an efficient and easy-to-use method.

Everyone in the gang spit out that there is no possibility of going back.

The so-called authority and prestige also disappeared without a trace under the spitting on the face.

After the joining ceremony, Fang Zhengyi asked Zhang Biao to take Huang Shengrong away.

At this time, Huang Shengrong had completely lost his mind, and kept yelling and cursing.

In this trip, I lost my ears, my followers, and my face, in short, I lost everything.

In the end, after losing everything, Huang Shengrong was left with screaming and endless hatred...

Afterwards, Fang Zhengyi opened up a room for Huang Shengrong alone to receive his former department.

The rest of the feces gang moved upon the recommendation of the first batch of sanitation team members.

Originally, everyone was an ordinary low-level worker, who would do the same job?

With more wages, new clothes are issued, and there are three-day trips every year, such a day was unimaginable before!

So in the next few days, there was an endless stream of people spitting in Huang Shengrong's room, almost breaking the threshold.

At first, no one dared to spit on Huang Shengrong's face, but Zhang Biao dragged him into the yard and demonstrated it himself. With the large number of people, everyone became more courageous......

Huang Shengrong kept yelling and cursing the first day, but he stopped talking after that.

Perhaps the food provided by Fang Zhengyi was not very good. He seemed to have no appetite all the time. It could be considered that he hadn't had enough food. He lost a lot of weight and his mental state was also very poor.

It's not thirsty, after all, there is always something leaking in.

Finally on the fifth day, the hellish life came to an end.

Huang Shengrong's last vestige of use has been completely drained.

A total of less than 4000 people joined. According to Fang Zhengyi's guess, there must be at least 5000 excavators to satisfy the needs of the capital.

It seems that Huang Shengrong's main influence is limited to the area under which the Beicheng Bingma Division belongs.

However, he was already satisfied with having so many people joining, and there was no need for the members of the Dung Gang who came back scattered to join the team.

There were many voices of dissatisfaction among the last handful of members of the original dung gang. It is a lifelong pity that there is no famous dung gangster.

..........

Just one sunny morning.

Fang Zhengyi, Zhang Biao, and Huang Shengrong were sitting in the courtyard of Fangfu.

There was still a pot of tea on the table, from time to time white air would come out. .

Huang Shengrong was like an old monk in meditation, with no waves on his face.

Fangzheng couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it, but he felt too wicked and held back.

At this time, after five days of human essence extraction and nourishment, Huang Shengrong has super long-term hydration and mask skin care. Compared with before, Huang Shengrong is white and tender, and the skin on his face looks smoother..

There is no murderous look, he is as thin as a scholar, and he is also handsome, and his spirit does not look like there is a problem.

Fang Zhengyi poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Do you hate me?"

Huang Shengrong shook his head: "I don't hate it, the past is like smoke, I just want to go home now."

"Okay, you can go, but before you go, I have something to ask you, who is behind you?"

Fang Zhengyi was actually not too curious about this question, he obviously didn't have any deep-rooted enemies in the capital.

There is no serious conflict of interest with that person.

Huang Shengrong, this idiot, is most likely a fake tiger, and he is most likely to use the name of his backer to avenge his personal revenge.

Huang Shengrong took a sip of the tea and pursed his lips, perhaps feeling that it was a little too thin.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and replied: "It's King Wu..."

"King Wu?" Fang Zheng frowned.

This is the second time he has heard the name of King Wu since he entered Beijing, and the last time was in Cangxiang Pavilion.

In his eyes, Wu Wang has always been a waste snack. The liquor store in Taoyuan County has been cooperating with Wu Wang, but Wu Wang's performance has always been mediocre.

However, seeing that the Tibetan Fragrance Pavilion was well managed, Fangzheng felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think too much about it.

Maybe they are good at running brothels?

I didn't expect that the Dung Gang also had contact with King Wu, so that's unusual.

These low-level industries may seem inconspicuous, but they can often drive huge energy.

The brothel can be regarded as half of the intelligence department, and the dung gang has a huge mobilization force at the bottom.

From this point of view, King Wu is definitely not the stereotype he was before.

Moreover, King Wu has never been to Taoyuan County, but he must have a good understanding of Taoyuan County through the housekeeper.

But why did he have to wait until he came to Beijing before thinking of getting in touch with him?

"King Wu sent you to kill me?"

Huang Shengrong shook his head and said with a wry smile, "No, I haven't met King Wu, it's just the housekeeper's message."

"Oh... just let me inquire about your situation, there is no malice, that's all."

Well, that's right...but it's really uncomfortable to be watched.

"Why, how will you explain to King Wu after you fail this time and go back?"

Huang Shengrong shook his head again: "I don't know. When the steward comes to me, he might not come to me. With such a big commotion, he should have heard about me from other places."

"There's no point in asking again."

"The dung gang is gone, what are your plans for the future?"

"Leaving home."

"Where are the wives and children?"

"There is still some money at home, so don't worry."

Fangzheng nodded, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. It turned out that Huang Shengrong had been successfully empowered.

Have you found the shortcut to becoming a Buddha by yourself?

"Okay, you can leave now, but from today onwards, I will know all the news that the King of Wu has passed on to you, including anything the steward told you."

"You have to try your best to get more news for me, do you understand?"

Huang Shengrong shook his head without hesitation: "Impossible! If King Wu knows, I'm dead!"

"You have a house in the north of the city, and you have raised two concubines privately. Your shrew boss lives in the south of the city. There are three sons in the family, one is 14 years old, and two go to Mongolian school. There are also two daughters who are waiting in the boudoir... .”

Fangzheng arrived calmly one by one.

"They have all been taken to Banshanfang now. Your children should go to school. Your daughter eats and drinks well at home, and your wife and concubine are all in the medical clinic. I will pay for the medical expenses."

"Think about it."

"Fang Zhengyi! You are shameless!" Huang Shengrong broke his defense immediately.

"You first met me?"

Huang Shengrong's original peaceful state of mind was broken, did he expect Fang Zhengyi to become so obscene after seven years?

After a while he laughed again, shook his head and said, "Hehe, I don't agree."

"It's absolutely impossible for you to touch my wife and children. I know you won't do it. When you adopted orphans everywhere in Hengjiang City, I knew you were not this kind of person, and you also took care of your three uncles in the warehouse before. I You can see clearly!"

Fang Zhengyi said indifferently: "Yes, you understand me quite well, I won't kill them."

"But I can make your wife and concubine remarry repeatedly. Your two children who are in elementary school are beaten and scolded by their classmates every day. When they grow up, they don't have the confidence to pick up shit."

"You think about it."

Huang Shengrong's face froze, the shamelessness of not seeing Fang Zhengyi for several years seemed beyond his imagination.

It's okay for the wife to die and remarry, but it's okay for the child to be beaten every day!

After weighing it for a while, Huang Shengrong said in a deep voice, "Okay! I promise you! But I want to see my family first."

"Okay, first let you reunite with your eldest wife."

"That's unnecessary! I'm leaving now!"

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