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Xie Xin dragged the luggage and took Tang Baozhu and Song Xiaohua away. Before leaving, he asked his men to give a message to Ning Jinchuan.

At this time, Ning Jinchuan was in the Chamber of Commerce, where merchants gathered once a month. They were either arguing or shirking responsibility. Some complained about stealing customers, some complained about illegal construction, and some complained about their supply being stolen.

Ning Jinchuan's ears were callused. He didn't want to be a peacemaker, so he simply closed his eyes and waited until they had quarreled enough before speaking again.

It is a good development that such meetings can be resolved privately. In the past, people tended to dislike each other, seek gangs to join, and then fight each other.

The one who was arguing the most was Qiao San from the dock. Zhang Quangui, who was in the leather business, had recently pulled several ships of goods from the dock. They had negotiated a price, but because of the storm, the goods were delayed in arriving.

Qiao San wanted to charge extra ferry and customs fees, and Zhang Quangui lost a deal because the goods were delayed for several days in arriving in Shanghai, so he refused to pay the balance, let alone pay more fees.

The two of them had a huge argument over this.

Qiao San slapped the table.

"No one could have predicted the storm. Our ferry crew lost their lives, and it took a lot of effort to rescue the cargo ship. You are not willing to pay this little money, and you are still delaying the final payment. How can this be justified?"

Zhang Quangui blew his beard and glared,

"How dare you ask me for money? Do you know how much money I lost during the delay? It's several times the price of your ferry and customs fees. Why should I give it to you?"

"No one can predict natural disasters, not to mention that your own people were on the ship. Don't you know how urgent the situation was?"

"I don't care. I won't give you money anyway."

"If you don't give me the money, don't blame me for finding someone to rob you."

The noise was getting more and more intense.

Vice President Zhou Yao looked at Ning Jinchuan who was resting with his eyes closed.

"President Ning, please say something fair!"

Zhou Yao, like Ning Jinchuan, is also a descendant of an aristocratic family. A hundred years ago, his family started out by running the ferry. Today, he is still in charge of the dock and the ferry, so he naturally favors Qiao San.

But Ning Jinchuan is the biggest here, and if he says too much, it will only arouse the resentment of Zhang Quangui. Moreover, the customs fees at the port have increased a lot in the past two years, and the merchants are complaining again and again. Zhang Quangui refused to let go of this matter and even brought it to the Chamber of Commerce, deliberately inciting the emotions of other merchants.

Wen Zhen had been sitting in the lower seat. He played with the dagger, turned it in his hand, and stabbed it into the wooden table.

"If you are not willing to compromise, then just do it. Gather the people from both sides and fight. After a little bloodshed, everyone will behave themselves. It's a rare opportunity for Mr. Ning to set up a chamber of commerce for you to maintain the relationship between you, but you are arguing over such a small benefit. It really ruins the mood."

Qiao San and Zhang Guiquan looked at Wen Zhen and didn't dare to say anything. You know, Wen Zhen climbed to the position of the leader of Qinglong Hall last month and killed the old leader himself.

Of course, Mr. Ning contributed a lot to this matter. Originally, Qinglongtang was biased towards the Sakuragi Chamber of Commerce, but now that Wen Zhen has taken over, it has to basically lean towards the General Chamber of Commerce. Of course, Wen Zhen did not rely on the General Chamber of Commerce, but on Ning Jinchuan personally. Everyone knows Wen Zhen's murderous methods, and a man who lives on the edge of a knife doesn't care about having blood on his hands.

Seeing that the two were silent, Wen Zhen looked at Zhou Yao provocatively.

"Look, the problem is so easy to solve, but you are so indecisive that you let them argue endlessly."

What Zhou Yao hates most is Wen Zhen's aggressive and murderous character. He is vulgar, cruel, and unsympathetic.

“Can you solve basic problems by intimidation?”

Wen Zhen also hated Zhou Yao's docile personality, gentle way of doing things, and inability to make decisions immediately, so he said sarcastically,

"Then think of a way to make them reconcile, or rely on your good looks to see if others will give you face and solve the problem from the basics!"

Zhou Yao stood up in anger. His good looks had always been a problem for him. He really looked like a scholar in ancient times. At first glance, he looked like a scholar who was going to take the imperial examination. He didn't look like a businessman at all. He was always a topic of conversation after dinner.

"You are making unreasonable arguments and insulting people!"

Wen Zhen pulled out a dagger and threw it in front of Zhou Yao. He stepped on the chair with one foot.

"What's the matter? I insulted you and you couldn't stand it. Come to fight me. I'll give you the dagger and I'll fight you with my bare hands. Can you beat me? You sissy!"

When Wen Zhen said this, everyone couldn't help but laugh secretly. Even Qiao San and Zhang Guiquan, who had instigated the conflict, couldn't help but curl their lips and hold back their laughter.

Zhou Yao is the second in command of the Chamber of Commerce after all, and everyone he sees on the street has to give him some face. Although he is not a ruthless person, his business acumen is definitely one of the best. This is why he is so successful in the Chamber of Commerce. Only Wen Zhen, a scoundrel, goes against him.

"Who is as vulgar as you, always fighting and killing? In this day and age, money makes the world go round. Believe it or not, I will buy your Qinglong Hall directly."

"Tsk, you are rich, you are noble, you are great, I will go to your house tonight and rob the safe."

Zhou Yao's face turned blue with anger.

"President Ning, this Wen Zhen must have been sent by the Yingmu Chamber of Commerce to deliberately affect the internal relations of our Chamber of Commerce. He is a rat's shit."

Wen Zhen raised his eyebrows in disdain.

"I'm going to give you this pot of rotten porridge, which has made me stink."

Wen Zhen's personality was out of control and he was not afraid at all. Ever since he traveled here and climbed up from the bottom of society, he understood one thing: the more arrogant a person is, the less likely others will dare to point fingers at him. Only when he becomes strong and oppresses others, he will not be oppressed by others.

She bickered with Zhou Yao just for fun. It was because Zhou Yao was the best at putting on airs. Ning Jinchuan couldn't beat him, but Zhou Yao could.

He always puts on the face of a rich man, pretending to be decent, as if no one wants to associate with a gangster like him. He makes Zhou Yao disgusted, wants to suppress Zhou Yao, and wants to embarrass Zhou Yao. It's his fault for pretending to be so superior.

Zhou Yao glared at Wen Zhen, then looked at Ning Jinchuan.

"President Ning, don't you say anything? He is humiliating our Chamber of Commerce and looking down on it!"

Wen Zhen made a face and sneered,

"Oh, you only know how to complain. Are you a three-year-old child?"

Ning Jinchuan then slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the noisy people below.

"That's enough. You guys keep quarreling over such trivial matters. If you had the time to worry about such small interests, you would have made a lot of money a long time ago. Wen Zhen is right. I really can't swallow that breath. You can't go out and fight. After you get your heads broken and bloodied, you will behave yourself. Don't argue about this kind of thing under my nose! Otherwise, everyone will be ordered to suspend business for a month!"

Ning Jinchuan's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was very intimidating. The audience suddenly fell silent. Closing the business for a month would mean the end of their lives.

Wen Zhen gloated over other people's misfortunes.

"Did you hear me? Anyway, I don't do business. What can I do? I will still collect the protection fee."