Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian and his two companions conducted an undercover investigation into the goods, management, and daily lives of residents in Xisi Street to ensure they saw the most authentic picture of Xisi Street.

As soon as they entered Xisi Street, they knew that Yun Guiren had made her move; the prosperity of Xisi Street exceeded their expectations.

West Fourth Street is a microcosm of Yancheng's prosperity. The four streets each have their own characteristics, weaving together a vivid and colorful picture of life.

The first street is Jinxiufang.

Located in the northern part of West Fourth Street, this street was renowned for its silk trade and handicrafts. Shops lined both sides, displaying a dazzling array of silks in vibrant colors, their exquisite embroidery attracting countless merchants and literati. It was not only a place for trade but also a center for artistic and cultural exchange. The Jinxiufang area stretched from the North Gate to the city square, a symbol of the prosperity of Yancheng's silk industry.

The second street is Food Street.

Located in the middle of West Fourth Street, this food street is a hub for cuisines from all over the country. Restaurants and teahouses line both sides of the street, their aromas filling the air. Whether it's noodles, snacks, or barbecue, you can find it here. The Food Street extends westward from the city square to the foot of the west city wall, making it a perfect place for the people of Yancheng to savor delicious food and enjoy life.

The third street, Baigongfang (Hundred Crafts Workshop), is located in the southern part of West Fourth Street and is a gathering place for artisans. It's home to blacksmiths, carpenters, stonemasons, and various other craftspeople whose works are both practical and artistic. Along both sides of the street, the sounds of tools and hammering create a unique symphony of artisans. Baigongfang extends southward from the city square and is a microcosm of the development of handicrafts in Yancheng.

The fourth street, Book Lane.

Located on the east side of Xisi Street, this alleyway is brimming with cultural atmosphere. It was home to numerous bookstores and academies, a sacred place for scholars and writers to read, discuss, and exchange ideas. The alley is deep and secluded, permeated with the fragrance of books, as if every bluestone slab is imbued with the traces of history and the depth of culture. Extending eastward from the city square, the Book Fragrance Alley symbolizes the cultural spirit of Yancheng.

The four streets of West Fourth Street each carry different cultures and functions, together forming a vibrant and diverse picture of life in Yancheng. Whether it is the prosperity of Jinxiufang, the food of Shixiang Street, the craftsmanship of Baigongfang, or the culture of Shuxiang Lane, they all embody the unique charm of Yancheng and vividly depict the social life of Wuyan Kingdom.

After patrolling the four streets, Zheng Qian also obtained firsthand information: vendors were overcharging, the streets were unsanitary, and the local people were fierce and prone to resorting to violence to solve problems.

Behind the bustling West Fourth Street lies a complex web of interests, a place where opportunities and risks coexist.

The side room was their office, located in the middle of Xisi Street, directly opposite Xisi Street Square.

The three entered the side room, where a fifty-year-old man was sleeping on a long bench, snoring loudly.

Zhang Tiezhu went up to the man and shouted, "Hey, wake up."

The man groggily opened his eyes, glanced at the three of them, frowned, and looked as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

He rubbed his eyes and said slowly, "Oh dear, you've come at a really bad time. Can't you see I'm busy? Can't you wait until I've woken up to talk about it?"

Zheng Qian smiled and said, "This matter is quite urgent. Could you help me deal with it first?"

The man rolled his eyes and snorted, "What's the rush? I'm sleeping, aren't I? You need to understand, my sleeping time is my working time. If you disturb my sleep, you're disturbing my work, understand?"

Zheng Qian, still smiling, continued, "When are you going to wake up? I really can't put this off!"

The man stretched and yawned, "I can't say for sure, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, it depends on my mood." After saying that, he lay down and went back to sleep.

The three of them only received the documents. They also inquired about the staff in the side rooms on the street. There was only one man in his fifties, whom everyone called Old Zhou.

Aside from collecting his salary on time, Lao Zhou doesn't care about anything else.

From vendors to shops, and even Old Zhou, who is also a neighborhood head, nothing on Xisi Street is easy to deal with.

Clang.

Zheng Qian kicked the chair away, and Lao Zhou fell to the ground on his butt. He slowly sat up, rubbing his backside, and said, "Ouch, what are you doing?"

"Get up and get to work." Zheng Qian said, looking down at Old Zhou with an undeniable seriousness in his eyes.

Getting up and finding another chair to sit down, Old Zhou slowly asked, "What is it? Go ahead and say it."

Taking out the documents, Zheng Qian pointed to He Zuowen, who was sitting upright in the main hall, and said, "The newly appointed head of the ward, your superior, Head of the Ward, He. My name is Zheng Qian, and like you, I am the ward head."

Old Zhou immediately relaxed and said nonchalantly, "So it's the leader. There are only two work areas here. You can choose whichever one you want. I'm going to sleep now."

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he actually walked to a bench, curled up, and prepared to sleep.

He Zuowen's face was gloomy. He had devoted himself to the development of Lvchang County and could not stand officials who were lazy and complacent. However, he could not make trouble because he was the highest-ranking official and the last line of defense. If he took the blame for his subordinates' mistakes, it would be considered a failure to govern properly. If he made mistakes, it would be considered an improper official. So he was waiting for Zheng Qian to resolve the issue.

Zheng Qian will not disappoint He Zuowen. He does not love power, but he wants to help Zheng Le. Therefore, he will start from Xisi Street and open up the Wuyan State Official Road. If he cannot defeat them, he will kill them until everyone listens to him.

Clang.

With a kick, Zheng Qianqiang sent Old Zhou and the stool flying, then drew his heavy sword with a clang.

"Are you guys..." Old Zhou was about to curse when he saw Zheng Qian walking towards him with a murderous look on his face, carrying a heavy sword.

"Zheng Fangzheng, let's talk this over." Old Zhou was wide awake. Zheng Qian's murderous aura chilled him to the bone, and his direct gaze struck his very soul.

Old Zhou was certain that Zheng Qian had killed people, because he had seen that murderous look in his eyes before. The desperados in Yan City had that same look, only Zheng Qian's eyes were more fierce and cold.

This guy kills without blinking an eye.

Clang. The heavy sword slashed down, but Old Zhou successfully dodged it. The table was shattered, and wood chips flew all over Old Zhou's face.

As Old Zhou climbed, he kindly advised, "Zheng Fangzheng, don't do this, someone will die."

Clang! The chair next to Old Zhou was smashed to pieces, and Old Zhou was terrified.

The heavy sword came down just short of his nose, and the feeling of death surged through his body. To save his life, he begged for mercy.

"Lord Zheng, I will listen to you from now on. Please don't kill me. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I can't die."

"Within three minutes, bring out all the records of Xisi Street from the past two years and stand aside and wait. If it takes more than a minute, I'll cut off one of your hands."

"Please wait a moment, Lord Zheng; please wait a moment, Lord He. I'll be right there."

Old Zhou was almost in tears. The orders from above were that two outsiders had come, and they should not cooperate; instead, they should make things difficult for them.

A killing machine has arrived; who would dare disobey?