On the fifth day of the 16th year of Chongzhen, it was sunny.

Xu Dun went out from the back door of the Qin Prince's Mansion, just as he was as unattractive as he came yesterday.

Soon two strong men followed him, who were the so-called brothers of Xu Dun and the underworld that Zhu Cilang believed. The underworld was a very vague concept in the Chinese civilization system, because since the earliest feudal era, it was reasonable and legal to keep the guests, the dead, and the private people. If they were made too big, they would be praised by the world. Mengchangjun of Qi was an example.

It was not until the reign of Emperor Wu of Han that in order to strengthen the imperial power, openly or secretly suppress this powerful trend, that later emperors gradually realized that this practice of appointing private individuals was really the natural enemy of the monarch. As for Zhu Cixuan, if someone in an enterprise had a small group, it was basically a precursor to independence. Once the head of this small group changed jobs, it would bring a chain reaction, which would definitely be a disaster for the human resources department.

Even if they don’t change jobs, small groups will take the interests of the big group to the position. Just like the current Ming Dynasty, don’t those gentry love this court that allows them to poach? Of course, they love their families more, their land, and their beautiful concubines. Since the Ming Dynasty’s ranking has been reduced to the back, isn’t it natural to surrender to Li Chuang or shave their hair and change their clothes for the more important things in the front?

However, Xu Dun is an exception. Zhu Cixuan clearly realized that this was an area outside his power and could not be solved by a single decree. If Xu Dun was loyal to the East Palace, if he wanted to do his job efficiently, he could only give him more power. If Xu Dun became full of wings in the future and became the godfather of the Ming Dynasty, he could only allow the existence of this shadow kingdom to be within the limit.

Xu Dun didn't know that Zhu Cilang was thinking so far. He held Zhu Cilang's teapot and felt more and more that he had found a good boss. His eyes were far-reaching, clear goals, decisive decisions, and even a little cruel to achieve his goals. These personalities gathered on a person, wouldn't they be a hero? If he could get such a lord, even if he rebelled, he would be a legitimate national crown prince.

"The person is already looking at the restaurant." A few more brothers from the Jinlin Society walked towards him. They made gestures from afar to prove their identity.

Although Xu Dun didn't know them, he knew that he was his own people by just looking at this gesture. He didn't feel that he admired the crown prince's whimsical imagination, but it was really useful. The peak of the emergence of underworld organizations in China was after the demise of the Ming Dynasty, and it was produced in large quantities by the anti-Qing and restoring Ming Dynasty. Zhu Cixuan used his outstanding knowledge to bring out the regulations on underworld organizations that had experienced bloody storms in later generations, and naturally had advantages beyond the times.

These people didn't know Xu Dun and looked at the young scholar with curious eyes. They were just assigned by the "big brother" to find such a person, make such a gesture, and say such a sentence. If Xu Dun had any omissions when answering the prince just now, it was to ignore the constraints of "mystery" on people's hearts.

When people join a mysterious organization, they will naturally isolate themselves from others and become "anomals". In this alien circle, they have a more honest way of communication and enjoy more intimate interpersonal relationships. Whether it is a cult or a pyramid scheme, they can only be expanded by cultivating this "anomal state".

Xu Dun nodded to them, pinched a circle with his index finger and thumb, which meant to receive the message. He took his two brothers and turned around and saw wide open. He had already arrived at the lively streets in Xi'an City. Today is the day when the prince worshipped Zhang Zi in the Confucian Temple. Even if he was not a scholar, he wanted to join in the fun. The small vendor with a keen sense of smell even prepared the cargo early and started selling according to the agreed location.

Wanglai Restaurant is behind the Confucian Temple, and every provincial examination is crowded with people. They either discuss classics or connect news. The business has always been very good.

Xu Dun entered the restaurant and heard the sound of Sichuan sound coming from the upper floor. He ignored the waiter's greeting and went straight to the upper floor.

There were four private rooms upstairs, and a pair of golden carp hung on the door of the middle room. Xu Dun pushed the door open without thinking, and the people inside looked at the door. Several even put their hands under the table, obviously ambushing the weapons.

"I'm here to go." Xu Dun stepped forward and bowed and bowed: "This is General Luo."

A strong man sat in the host and guest seat, with dark body. He stood up, not tall, but from the pieces of meat raised from the grave of his clothes, he could tell that this man was quite powerful. In front of him was a half-chewed roast chicken, and his bones were chewed into scum, as if he was hungry.

"A certain family Luo Yukun." General Luo was wearing a brown dress, but could not hide the bloody aura that was revealed in it.

"General, please." Xu Dun sat down directly at the main seat, and the previous host naturally avoided the seat.

Luo Yukun knew that this was the real master, but he was reluctant to put down the roast chicken in his hand, so he said carelessly: "What's the matter with me?" Seeing Xu Dun looking at the brothers around him, he said: "These are all my brothers. We always eat meat and drink wine together! Just say whatever you want."

Xu Dun laughed and said, "Actually, there are no shameful people, but I was ordered to run errands and dare not let the matter leak."

Luo Yukun shook the roast chicken in his hand and said angrily: "I'm very dizzy! No matter what, one or two can't make a decision."

"Should you be anxious." Xu Dun said slowly, "I can make the decision. Ten thousand taels, ten thousand taels of snowflakes."

Luo Yukun's hand trembled and he said suspiciously: "What are you going to do with so much money!"

"Don't worry, it's not that you are asking you to rob your family, but that you are just to move a place." Xu Dun said with a smile.

"Where to move?" Luo Yukun asked.

"You," Xu Dun said word by word, "Take your five thousand brothers directly to Shandong. This ten thousand taels of silver is a deposit. When you arrive, there will be another ten thousand taels."

"I'm very dizzy!" Luo Yukun cursed: "Who are we? The Ministry of War transferred us to Beijing and asked someone to intercept us in Xi'an. You came and asked me to go to Shandong! I'm an immortal Banban, and I won't explain it clearly, so I won't go anywhere!"

Xu Dun was not angry either. He took out an envelope from his arms and pushed it to Luo Yukun: "If you know literacy, please read it yourself. If you don't know literacy, I'll read it to you."

Luo Yukun glanced at Xu Dun, grabbed the envelope, pinched it gently, and pulled out a letter from the hole. He used his greasy hands to open the letter paper indifferently, and only took a look, then held his breath.

This is a handwritten letter from the Eastern Palace, which includes both the order to let Luo Yukun adjust to Shandong and the promise to his future. The last big red seal clearly engraved the seal characters that Luo Yukun cannot recognize.

"It's not fake, right?" Luo Yukun had never seen the seal of the crown prince before. God knows if it was these five words.

"I'm crazy and I'm going to make this fake." Xu Dun smiled and said, "This is a serious crime to exterminate the clan."

"I'm very dizzy, since it's..." Luo Yukun paused, "Let's go, why don't you post a message from the Ministry of War?"

"I don't want people to know." Xu Dun said simply and clearly.

The Eastern Palace has the power to control the camps, but whether it can be controlled depends on personal ability.

It is not difficult to mobilize a unit, but it is just a meal and drink that will make them work hard, but if you want to take a step and move troops from the front line to the rear, there will be some problems. First, it will reveal that the prince is separatist too early, and second, it will also cause chaos among the front line soldiers. Third, it will also prevent this 5,000-man Sichuan soldier from being intercepted by a certain banished official again.

"Where is the food and grass?" Luo Yukun said: "At most of this ten thousand taels is to make up for military pay and buy some cold clothes."

"I'll go with you, just eat mine." Xu Dun didn't mind Luo Yukun's lion's mouth. Compared to dead silver, living people are more important.

Luo Yukun held the oily secret decree and felt that this young scholar was very unreliable. Only ten thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. Five thousand brothers Baba came out of Sichuan and did not even have cold clothes for winter. If there was such a sum of silver, at least he could survive. Alas, in today's world, as long as the silver is real, what does it matter if it is the order of the Eastern Palace? Can the five thousand elite soldiers still be sold to this kid?

"When will you leave?" Luo Yukun asked.
Chapter completed!