Yunshou, fourteen years old, is the gang leader.
A world where martial arts are respected is really friendly to the strong. Under the coercion of his powerful military force, the leaders of the Qinghe Gang unanimously agreed to let this old member with fourteen years of seniority in the gang become the official gang leader.
"Boss~mighty~"
On the jade throne of the gang leader, which is carved from Qingyan crystal accompanied by emerald green jade, a handsome young man sits on it, with his hands on the Qingyan and his feet on the crystal board.
"Everyone, please stand up."
The powerful sound broadcast spread throughout the entire hall, echoing three or four times before stopping, overlapping like a symphony.
Yunshou crossed his legs. His left hand was Mu Jian, the former 21st in command of the gang and now the 22nd in command. He was the left protector he had appointed.
On the right is the former gang leader and current deputy gang leader Xu Ruohai, who is his chosen right protector.
The left and right protectors are the weakest and the strongest among the ranked members of the Qinghe Gang. They also happen to be the two who were beaten the worst by Yun Shou in the Qinghe Gang.
I don't know if this is fate or what.
"There is no need to go through this red tape tomorrow." Yun Shou waved his hand.
"I understand." A man with a dog-headed appearance who looked like a military advisor responded. In fact, he was indeed the chief manager of the Qinghe Gang. Song Yan, the profiteer in Qinghe Village, was under his charge.
Yunshou (staring): "Huh?!"
Song Yan: (ﾟωﾟ)
It can only be said that he is worthy of being the manager of the nearly one thousand people in the gang, plus the manager of more than a dozen nearby villages. Yun Shou gave a look and a snort, and Song Yan instantly understood.
With a dry cough, the dog-headed military advisor stroked his long beard and added, "But if everyone expresses their admiration for you, the gang leader, endlessly and insists on expressing their sincerity with this gift every day, then we cannot stop them and cannot reject their enthusiasm.
Yunshou: "Hmm…"
"Boss, I have something important to report."
A skinny old man came forward. He was wearing the clothes of a leader and was one of the twenty second-rate warriors of the Qinghe Gang.
"Go ahead." Yun Shou raised his hand.
"Two fishermen from Baiyu Village had a dispute..."
"Isn't this obviously Wang's fault? This lake belongs to my Qinghe Gang, not just any fisherman!"
Just as one problem is solved, another one steps forward.
"I have something important to do. The Red Shadow Sect's disciples injured a member of my gang. The specific reason is..."
Yun Shou felt overwhelmed after hearing this. He suddenly turned around and looked at Xu Ruohai: "You will take care of all the miscellaneous matters. If there are any problems that cannot be handled, I will take care of them."
He stepped down from the leader's throne and said, "One more thing. Ji Kangnian and his wife, Wang Changnian and the others from Qinghe Village are all my acquaintances, as well as a child named Song Xiaohu. You must treat these four people well."
Xu Ruohai nodded. In front of Yunshou, he restrained his overbearing attitude and acted honestly: "Understood, Gang Leader."
Yun Shou left, and Xu Ruohai returned to his seat...
"There's one more thing!" Yun Shou walked halfway and suddenly turned around.
"That seat is mine, you are not allowed to sit there!"
Xu Ruohai's butt, which was hovering in the air, was raised up again.
Yunshou left completely.
The lobby fell into silence, and a strange atmosphere flowed among everyone.
After a while, Xu Ruohai sat on a small bench, with Yun Shou's exclusive throne behind him, and he and his helpers resumed their previous atmosphere of getting along.
They just treated it as if they had an emperor who didn't care about anything. As long as they didn't make that person unhappy, everything would be fine.
Yunshou had nothing to do, so he wandered around the Qinghe Gang for half a day.
Then he took a handful of silver and entered Qingcheng before the city gate closed. He walked all the way there using lightness skills. Although he slowed down when he reached the city gate, his speed was still far more than second-rate.
The guards at the city gate did not dare to charge the warrior an entrance fee and allowed Yun Shou to enter the city directly.
It was already dusk and evening, and there were fewer pedestrians on the streets, but it was still much busier than Qinghe Village.
Yun Shou was dressed in a green coarse cloth. Although it was not considered a beggar's outfit in Qingcheng, and was similar to most common people's clothes, it was far inferior to the rich families he passed by and the powerful people he occasionally brushed past.
He found a shop and bought a piece of clothing that fit him. After putting it on, he looked brand new. The shop owner saw that he was very impressive and not only gave him a big discount, but also pulled his daughter out from the inner room and said that he wanted them to meet.
The boss's daughter is a pretty little girl, but therein lies the problem: a little girl of about 11 years old is simply a bean sprout.
Although she was only three years younger than Yunshou, he still couldn't accept it. After chatting with the girl for a few words, he said goodbye and left.
"Now that I have enough money, I can even run into love while buying a piece of clothing." Yun Shou strolled around slowly, found a big inn, and walked straight in.
"Young man, is this your first time here?" As soon as he entered the door, a waiter came over to greet him with a smile.
"How did you recognize that I was a warrior? Is this your first time here?" Yun Shouqi asked curiously. The title "hero" is reserved for warriors.
"We need a good eye for detail in this line of work," the waiter replied with a smile. "Martial artists have a different aura than ordinary people. Besides, I've worked at Home Inn for five years, so I'm very good at recognizing old and new faces."
Yunshou paused and complained to himself in his heart.
He was indeed too much of a nouveau riche. The aura of a warrior was different from that of an ordinary person. This kind of thing also existed in the martial arts experience he inherited, but it was too basic and he had never applied it in reality, so he just asked such an idiotic question, "How did you recognize that I was a warrior?"
"I still can't be reckless." He thought to himself. The self in the simulation has been through hundreds of battles and experienced the ups and downs of the world. His strength and vision are matched.
However, he only has the combat power of a martial artist, and can only fight one or two people of the same level at most. There are still too many things he doesn't understand, and his stats are useless.
——But next time I will still not choose to inherit the memory.
Next, under the guidance of the waiter, he ordered six dishes and a soup. His appetite was almost as big as that of a strong warrior who was two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. This surprised other restaurants around.
With such a big appetite in such a small body, even a second-rate warrior wouldn't be able to do that, right?
But for a first-rate warrior around fifteen years old... it's even more impossible.
Yun Shou finished the whole table of food in no time, threw out a piece of silver, and asked the restaurant to serve two more meat dishes.
After eating it all, everyone was amazed.
"Young man, you have a good mouth. No, you have a good appetite!" The waiter served several customers and turned around to see Yunshou and couldn't help but "compliment" him.
Yun Shou didn't care. After calling him over, he took out a piece of silver the size of half an ounce and said, "Help me get a room upstairs. Is that enough?"
The waiter took the silver and tested its weight. "It's just enough for you to stay in the upper room for one night. If you have any requests, you can come to the store and ask for them."
In fact, the amount of silver is a little less, but when facing a warrior, especially a young man with good martial arts skills at a young age, the shopkeeper had already ordered not to offend him.
This young man only paid a few dozen cents less at most. Instead of mentioning it, it is better to leave a good impression.
Yun Shou waved his hand, indicating that no additional services were needed. "Nothing else is needed, just don't bother me before noon tomorrow... How long will this money last me?"
"Just pack up before the afternoon (3-5 pm)." The waiter replied with a smile.
Yunshou followed the house number and found his own "Silver Moon Pavilion".
At the door and windows, there were devices similar to bell strings, and the boy finally lay down on the bed with peace of mind.
"Now I can have a good sleep."