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Compared to their organization of student marches, the arts groups acted more brutally.
Spade's current wish is that all children in the world can read books and newspapers, so that they can at least know what is happening in the world.
Thinking about this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei actually became somewhat interested in the art club.
Xu Linsen said in a low voice, "I'm now certain that the person behind this art group is the one Yangyang was talking about. I really want to see what he's going to do with the lower three districts of City 22."
Qingchen stood behind him, innocently staring at the ceiling.
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In the Ninth District Fatty Intestine Noodle Shop, Qing Chen and the others sat side by side at a long table, slurping their noodles. Zhang Qinghuan and Zhang Mengqian were the loudest slurping sounds.
Their team completed the task of persuading 112 households to return to school in one day, and everyone was all smiles.
These are just small things, but for some reason, my life feels exceptionally fulfilling.
Xu Linsen wiped his mouth, pondered for a moment, and asked Zhang Qinghuan, "Boss, aren't we a gang? Why are we doing this kind of thing?"
Zhang Qinghuan stopped talking and casually said, "This wasn't my decision. It was the higher-ups who said that the sound of reading should return to schools. They said that if this vast world can't accommodate a single desk, it's the fault of all adults in the world..."
At this point, he realized he had let something slip: "Ahem, the 'people above' I was referring to were the sages in heaven who gave me instructions in my dreams."
In the blink of an eye, Qingchen became a sage in the heavens...
Xu Linsen: "But we're a gang, shouldn't we be fighting and killing each other?"
"You don't know this," Zhang Qing laughed, "When I was a kid, I was extremely poor. I couldn't even afford to go to junior high school. We were barely getting enough to eat, so how could I go to school? Later, I worked hard to earn money, thinking that money would bring happiness. Although my business was doing alright, at least my brothers had food and drink, but I still wasn't happy. Until recently, I've been like I'm on steroids every day, with inexhaustible energy. Do you know why?"
"Why?" This time it was Qingchen who asked.
Zhang Qinghuan said, "I suddenly realized why I felt so empty before. It's because before I was trying to improve my own life, but now my goal is to improve the lives of more people. It's different."
Jiang Mubei muttered under his breath, "His ideological awareness is pretty high..."
But Zhang Qinghuan continued, "Besides, the kids are all in school now, so at least they can find decent jobs and won't have to be involved in clubs like I am. Once they're done with clubs, won't only art clubs be left in City 22? We'll collect all the protection money, becoming the dominant force. That's the way to undermine the art world!"
Qing Chen: "???"
Xu Linsen: "Pfft!"
He spat a mouthful of noodles into the bowl.
"Brother, look," Jiang Mubei said, holding his phone up to Xu Linsen. He saw a message on the screen, a wanted notice for Ace of Spades issued by the Kamishiro Group in City 22!
The reason for the arrest warrant is that Xu Linsen murdered Takahashi Taisei, a member of the Kamishiro Foundation!
Xu Linsen stared at the wanted poster for a long time. They did come to City 22 with the mission of killing Takahashi Taisei, but they hadn't even made a move yet!
Something's strange.
The person was someone they wanted to kill, and although he didn't actually do it, it's still considered that he killed him...
Xu Linsen remained silent for a long time: "There's no such coincidence in the world. It's probably that person Yangyang mentioned who's trying to get me..."
Jiang Mubei raised an eyebrow: "If I find out where he is, I'll definitely settle this score."
Qingchen suddenly looked up and raised his hand: "Boss, another bowl, please."
Zhang Qinghuan muttered, "Eat less! How come you have such a good appetite?!"
Chapter 572, Another Bowl of Fatty Intestine Noodles
"Gao Yang, it's been three days. What's Zhang Qinghuan up to? Have you figured out his whereabouts at all?"
On the phone, Chen Yidong, the boss of the Dragon Pattern Society, sounded noticeably impatient.
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "You might not believe it, boss, but he's going door to door persuading children to go to school. He goes through one building a day, sweeping the buildings every day. He hasn't done anything else."
Chen Yidong was stunned for a moment: "Trying to fool me with this kind of nonsense, have you betrayed us?"
Gao Yang explained, "Not yet... no, boss, listen to me, he really hasn't done anything productive in these past three days. And it's not just him, the entire art club seems to have fallen silent, nobody's doing anything productive."
"How many leaders does the art society have now?" Chen Yidong asked.
“There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Xiao Qi,” Gao Yang said. “Xiao Qi is busy with infrastructure construction for the owners of the four buildings every day, and Luo Wanya is busy with team building activities for us new members every day. They don’t go out to fight or do business. They don’t do anything that is even remotely related to the serious business of the gang.”
"By the way, the art club wiped out four clubs before: Blackwater, Big Swing, Meteor Hammer, and I Want to Buy a Watch. Where did all those hundreds of people go?" Chen Yidong asked. "Were they absorbed into the art club, or were they all killed? When PCE asked for people to be handed over, they only handed over thirty."
Gao Yang explained, "They're all folding cardboard boxes, operating sewing machines, and assembling electronic components."
"What the heck?" Chen Yidong was clearly taken aback.
Gao Yang said, "Xiao Qi cleared out the top three floors of the Giant Swing for them, then installed iron gates and locked them up, making them do some kind of 'labor reform' inside, while also making money for the art club. Now, these people are considered one of the art club's main businesses, and the cash flow is decent..."
Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa, lost in thought for a long time.
Federal prisons are much better than slums, and there's no such thing as forced labor.
His family has been involved in gangs since his grandfather's generation, and after decades of involvement,
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