I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

"No, no, no, it's nothing!" Old Wang waved his hands hurriedly in fear, fearing that Wang Gang would start a fight if they disagreed.

Look at that arm, it’s thicker than the thigh. If he gets hit by a punch, he will be crippled if not killed.

"What do you think? Have you thought about it, brother?" Jiang Yuan put his arm around Lao Wang's shoulders warmly, as if they were very familiar with each other.

Old Wang swallowed his saliva and nodded, "Okay, okay, let him go to the village to experience it for himself, but I have to make a promise first."

"I'm not the village chief. Once you go up the mountain, you will really be treated as hostages. Think carefully."

"I've thought it through." Jiang Yuan said without hesitation.

Old Wang nodded helplessly, waved his hand and said to the few bandits behind him: "Tie them all up."

In a blink of an eye, all four of them were tied up tightly, but Jiang Yuan was not worried at all.

Can this broken rope tie up Gangzi?

Along the way, the three of them were the ones who were hungry, but Wang Gang had been eating wild fruits all the way and didn't consume much energy at all.

"Come with us." With Old Wang's wave of his hand, Jiang Yuan finally felt relieved. They were finally going up the mountain.

"Old Jiang, what are you up to? Are you really going to let them kidnap us?" Chen Liu looked at Jiang Yuan with suspicion.

Jiang Yuan immediately puffed out his chest and said, "Old Wei, just wait and see. This is a rare and wonderful place!"

After following Old Wang for half an hour, the group finally reached the gate of the mountain village.

"Wow! Old Wang has made great progress. He actually kidnapped someone and brought him here today. I just don't know whose family this young master is from." The two bandits standing at the door teased.

"Go away! Get out of the way. This is a fat sheep. Just stand guard and don't interrupt me." Old Wang waved his hand impatiently.

The two bandits on guard burst into laughter.

"It's so funny, Old Wang, can you please stop joking with us?"

"Look at these guys, wearing coarse linen clothes, you old boy, didn't you tie up the nearby farmers and bring them back?"

"I'm telling you, this won't cost you much, so don't get scolded by the village chief later."

Old Wang glared at the two of them and continued to walk inside with Jiang Yuan and the others.

Jiang Yuan looked around and had a general understanding in his mind.

The scale of the stronghold is quite good, but of course it cannot compare to Chen Qing of Black Cloud Mountain.

Chen Qing was able to develop a population of two or three hundred people because he had the support of three surrounding counties.

In these desolate mountains and wilderness, only the passing merchants can provide them with some income, and at most there are forty or fifty bandits.

With such a small number of people, as long as Wang Gang and the other two are well fed, they can be easily taken advantage of!

After a while, Old Wang brought four people to the center of the village, where a burly man was lying on a mat and sleeping.

"Master, Master, I'm back."

Hearing Old Wang's call, the man sat up lazily. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes were suddenly attracted by Jiang Yuan and the other four behind Old Wang.

"Chief, this is the hostage I kidnapped on the roadside." Old Wang said, and hurriedly took out a silver note with a face value of one hundred taels that Jiang Yuan had given him a long time ago.

"Chief, this is the money they have. Don't look down on them just because they're not well dressed. I've already asked around. They're rich young men who are out for fun. They got lost and came here."

The man looked at the banknotes in his hand, turned his head to look at the mat he was sleeping on with a confused look, and then lay down again.

Old Wang looked at the man in confusion. What was going on?

The next second, the man suddenly sat up straight and slapped himself in the face with his hand.

"Damn! It's a real silver note!"

"I thought you were really strong, but Old Wang, you've really become something great!" The man looked at Old Wang in disbelief.

Ever since this old guy started working in the counterfeit business, he hasn't made a single profit in the past ten years. I didn't expect that he would make such a big profit for me now!

"Chief, you're joking. I can't just eat and not work." Old Wang smiled awkwardly.

The village chief immediately laughed out loud: "Good, good, good! I really didn't make a mistake in choosing you. Old Wang, you are born to do this. Go to the storehouse and get a jar of wine and a roast chicken. Go!"

Old Wang was immediately overjoyed. Wow! A whole roast chicken and a jar of wine! He hadn't been so extravagant in years.

"Alright! Thank you for the reward, village chief!"

Old Wang thanked him and turned around and left decisively.

Only Jiang Yuan and his four companions and the man were left in the hall.

After the five of them stared at each other for a while, the man, sizing them up, spoke first: "You don't look like fat sheep. Where are you guys from?"

"Chief, we came out from the imperial capital to play, and got lost and came here. Let's talk it out." Jiang Yuan spoke quickly.

After all, he is a bandit leader, and you can't be sure that he is a murderer. It is better to calm him down first.

The man nodded as a matter of course: "Well, where do you live? What do you do at home?"

"I'm a local of the capital, and my family runs a small business." Jiang Yuan said very cooperatively.

The man nodded in astonishment. "That's right. Write down your address so we can ask your family for the ransom."

"Don't worry, I'm not like those immoral guys. As long as you give me money, I won't do anything to you. Of course, the premise is that you cooperate." The man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chen Liu patted his chest quickly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, we will definitely cooperate."

The man nodded in satisfaction, found a pen and paper and placed them in front of Jiang Yuan.

"Write it. To make it easier for your family to identify you, you'd better come up with something to prove your identity, otherwise I'll have to cut off two fingers."

"Don't worry." Jiang Yuan said, writing down the address on a piece of paper without hesitation, and casually took out a token from Chen Liu.

After doing all this, the man immediately waved his hand and asked someone to take them away.

Jiang Yuan quickly raised his hands: "Wait a minute, Village Chief!"

"Huh? Do you have anything else to say?" The man looked at Jiang Yuan with displeasure. He had been doing business for so many years and had seen all kinds of guys. Anyone who talked so much was not a simple person.

But he didn't see any panic expressions on the faces of these four people, which was very unusual.

Jiang Yuan took out a few banknotes from his pocket and said, "Chief, I still have some banknotes to give you."

The man looked at Jiang Yuan in confusion. No, buddy, why don’t I understand what you are doing?

Isn't this just giving me money?

"Haha, village chief, I just want to tell you that our master is really not short of money. As long as we are okay, he will agree to any amount of money."

"Besides, my young master has been spoiled for decades and cannot suffer here. Please provide more food and drink so that my young master will not starve."

The man took the banknote, sneered and nodded.

"For the sake of the banknote, yes."

"Thank you, village chief."

A smile appeared on Jiang Yuan's pale face.

Boy, just wait for me!