Flower Stealing Master Chapter 242: Select a team from the villains

"Master Song, after waiting so long, you finally came back./()" Sang Feihong smiled when he saw Song Qingshu.

"It's okay, I'm not a few days later than you in the calculation." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.

"Fortunately, it's not a few days later, otherwise I won't wait. Although people show up all day, living in a single man's house is not good after all." Sang Feihong groaned.

"Sang, the head of the game, doesn't care about the eyes of the worldly people." Song Qingshu teased.

"Our sisters have been lonely and helpless since they were young. Although they live everywhere and sell their smiles, they are all clean and self-conscious. I hope Master Song will not make jokes." Sang Feihong's face sank and said with a serious face.

"Mou Song made a mistake," Song Qingshu quickly apologized, "How did you think about the proposal I said last time?"

"Master Song is talking about joining the sticks?" Sang Feihong frowned and said, "But most of the sisters in the door are weak and slender females, I am afraid I can't help adults."

"I don't need you to rush into battle. What are you worried about?" Song Qingshu said with a laugh. "What I like is the widespread distribution of disciples in the Five Lakes. I only need you to collect information from the market on weekdays, and I will provide you The official asylum protects you from being oppressed by the government. You can deal with common bullies and hooligans, how?"

"Okay." Sang Feihong nodded very simply. Most of the Five Lakes gates are women, wandering around selling singing and making a living. They are not very afraid of encountering ordinary rascals. The biggest headache in these years is encountering Officials, they often use the power of yamen to make Wuhumen can only knock down their teeth and swallow.

"This is the token on the stick. With this token, you can ignore it in the future. Of course, you should try not to use it until the last moment, so as not to expose your identity." Song Qingshu will stick a piece on the stick. The token was thrown to Sang Feihong. ()

Sang Feihong smacked his tongue secretly when he looked at the profound iron token that was piercing the cold, this thing ordinary people can't imitate it.

"There are still ten thousand taels of silver slips, which will be used as your initial activity funds." Song Qingshu stuffed the silver slips into Sang Feihong's hands. "After you sort out the Wuhumen organization structure and give it to me, I will If we give you funds again, you don’t have to live so hard."

This money could have been reimbursed from the Neiku, but Song Qingshu didn’t want to report it to Kangxi, so he used his own money. Fortunately, there was still a lot of filial piety from various places during this period, and 10,000 taels for him There are indeed not many officials at this level. Of course, for ordinary people, it is already an astronomical number, as can be seen from Sang Feihong's excited expression. /

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Sang Feihong sighed. The sisters in Wuhumen are not brothel women. They only make a living by selling singing, so their income is far less than those brothel women. Ten thousand taels of silver can indeed be greatly improved. Let’s talk about the lives of sisters.

"This money is not for you in vain," Song Qingshu raised her hand and stopped her from continuing to be grateful. "You Wuhumen must show me the potential to continue investing before I can continue to support you secretly."