In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

Early the next morning, Chen Heng stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

"not bad."

Putting on his iconic black robe, Chen Heng walked out of the room.

Today is the day when Lao Liu and his son Baiwulou opened their doors, and Chen Heng will naturally not forget it.

This is how he behaves, ruthless to his enemies and extremely tolerant of his own people.

If someone else were sitting in his seat, in their view, Lao Liu's request would be an insult to them.

But Chen Heng was different. For him, Lao Liu's ability to beg him was a sign of his trust and respect.

"Brother Chen, where are you going?" As soon as he walked out of the room, Chen Heng saw an unkempt Bai Jun fetching water to wash his face in the yard.

"Why did it look like this?" Chen Heng frowned and asked, looking at Bai Jun who was no different from a beggar in front of him.

"Oh, the heaven-level blood and qi-replenishing pill is so powerful that it took me a whole night to absorb it."

"And it also discharged some congestion from the body, so that's why it became like this."

Bai Jun spread his hands helplessly and continued to wash his body with ice water.

"Blood congestion?" Chen Heng's eyes suddenly became sharp and he walked over and asked.

"What's going on? When did you get hurt?"

"Brother Chen, are you serious?" Bo Jun stopped moving, with a big question mark on his head.

"All the internal injuries on my body were caused by your punch!"

"Look, the big fist mark on my chest is still there!"

"..." Chen Heng was speechless and had no choice but to stop talking.

"By the way, come with me later." Chen Heng took out the Jinghong Sword from his arms and threw it to Bai Jun.

"What, who?" Bo Jun suddenly became excited.

Bai Jun, who had completely absorbed the heaven-level blood- and qi-tonifying pill, was even stronger. He now felt a little itchy.

But if it were the previous Bo Jun, he would never be so interested in fighting.

It can only be said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

After following Chen Heng, an old and reckless man, for a period of time, Bai Jun's personality almost became the same as Chen Heng's.

Just like an old dynamite bag, it goes off at the drop of a hat.

"Instead of fighting, come with me to join in the fun."

Chen Heng shook his head. Why did he feel that this boy was getting more and more irritable?

"No fighting..." Bo Jun was a little disappointed and went to change clothes while holding Jinghong Sword in his arms.

A few minutes later, the two neatly dressed people opened the door of the Chen family mansion.

"The boss."

Old Liu had been waiting at the door of the Chen family's mansion early, waiting for Chen Heng to appear.

"Let's go." Chen Heng nodded and took Bai Jun into his exclusive carriage.

As early as when Chen Heng took the position of deputy gang leader, his carriage was changed from the exclusive carriage of Baihutang to the exclusive carriage of the Wuling Gang's chief helmsman.

The emblem of the Wuling Gang is engraved on both sides of the carriage, and everyone who sees it avoids it.

You know, only three people can sit on this carriage.

One is Gou Longxun, the other is the lord of Qiyang City, and the third is Chen Heng.

It's just that the Lord of the City has not shown up for many years, and now only Chen Heng and Gou Longxun are qualified to ride on this carriage.

As long as this carriage goes on the street, everyone will know that it is a top-level trip of the Wuling Gang, and they will stand obediently on both sides of the road.

"Master, isn't it a bit too ostentatious for us to bring this carriage out?"

"I'm just a coachman. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Lao Liu had never seen such a scene before, and he was a little timid for a while.

"You're so scared, ride your horse with peace of mind, I'll take care of anything you have to do."

Chen Heng grabbed the wine bottle in the car and took a sip.

"Okay." Old Liu felt completely relieved after hearing this.

He was almost scared to death when he took the carriage out from the helm just now.

He usually drives Baihutang's carriage back and forth, and this is the first time he touches this one.

He had only heard of this carriage, and it was his first time to sit on it.

But who would have thought that those people on the street would not even dare to look at this carriage.

They all stood obediently on the roadside with their heads lowered, waiting for the carriage to pass by.

This frightened Lao Liu, and his heart kept beating.

If the gang members were to blame him, he would be punished, but he could not implicate Master Chen.

Lao Liu and his son's Baiwu Building are located on the most prosperous Qilin Street in Qiyang City.

The location here is excellent, just a little worse than Chen Fugui's street.

But even so, this street can be said to be very expensive.

At this time, a three-story building on this street was crowded with people.

"Did you hear that this Baiwu Building actually invited two of the three major trading houses in the city?"

The shopkeeper of a nearby shop said to the people around him.

"Not only those two major trading houses, I heard that two outside deacons from the Wuling Gang were invited."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Baiwu Building has such a strong background, it can even invite the outside deacon of the Wuling Gang."

The shopkeeper's mouth was smacking, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was envy or jealousy.

"The Wood Spirit Trading Company has arrived!"

A shout attracted everyone's attention there.

A troika with a large wooden character on it drove in from the crowd.

A beautiful woman helped a white-haired old man get out of the carriage.

Then, a girl with a long sword on her waist jumped down.

It is Mu Wanqing, the Mu family!

"Qiuqiu, we are here today to congratulate others, but please don't be petty."

"This man is the fourth young master of Liuyun Trading Company in Heming City. He might be your rightful husband."

Old Man Mu patted Mu Qiuqiu's little head.

"I know." Mu Qiuqiu nodded and followed Mu Wanqing obediently.

Ever since the last time he was beaten by Chen Heng and made him incontinent, Mu Qiuqiu no longer had the arrogant and domineering aura he had before.

I have become a lot more humble.

"Qin Ming, the deacon outside the White Tiger Hall, and Xing Lin, the deacon outside the Qinglong Hall, are here!"

There was another shout, and everyone very wisely retreated to the sides, leaving the main road open.

At the entrance of Baiwu Building, Gui An was complimenting the visitors with a smile on his face.

But Liu Fuzhuang, who was standing aside, looked unhappy.

Although he knew that his father was driving for a big shot at Baihutang, he didn't know who he was driving for.

Old Liu Tou was very strict with his words, and he never told his family what happened in the gang.

"Brother Liu, when will the big shot you talk about come?"

Gui'an sent Qin Ming and Xing Lin in, and looked at Liu Fuzhuang, who looked ugly, with a smile.

"Master Gui, don't worry, you'll be there in a moment."

Liu Fuzhuang was extremely anxious. He had already begun to regret doing business with Gui'an.

Although both of them paid 50-50, his connections were not as good as Gui'an's.

I didn’t know what was going on at first, so why did I become obsessed with it?

"Brother Liu, won't you just invite some shrimp soldiers and crab generals?" Gui'an narrowed his eyes and glanced at the people in the Baiwu Building with a mocking expression.

Just when Liu Fuzhuang was extremely anxious, a burst of exclamation came from the crowd.

"This..." The servant of the Gui family who was responsible for shouting was also stunned on the spot, looking at the carriage in front of him and not knowing what to do.