Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rundi
It was deep into the night. Most of the people were already asleep.
But the Fake Leg Bar located on the business street was crowded.
The mercenaries and the hunters sat together and drank the three crystals beer made with shell grains. They played poker, and they gloated about their rewards. The scavengers scattered at the corners chatted about the good looting spots they found. The females in revealing clothes leaned sluggishly against the bar counter while they waited for their prey.
Zhou Guoping as the bartender stood at the counter and wiped the glass cups. He would occasionally chat with the familiar females. This boss/bartender was renowned among the people that lived on the knife’s edge. To the people that caused trouble in the bar, none of them had a happy ending.
Everyone tried to guess his identity. Some people even gave him a street name “The Bald Bartender”.
Of course, no one would have guessed that his real identity was a spy planted by the actual controller of the Sixth Street.
“Old Li, you just returned from Liuding, did you have fun there?” A mercenary in mutant fur asked his old friend while burping.
“Same old. It was so boring that it made people want to sleep.” The mercenary with a buzz cut took a gulp of his beer and waved his hand.
Compared with the prosperity of the Sixth Street, Liuding’s glory gradually began to fade.
“Is that so? Haha, what about your goddess at the Screw Bar? I remember she was your crush.” The mercenary on the side patted Old Li on the shoulder and laughed.
“I haven’t seen her. Probably not around the Wanghai area anymore,” the mercenary known as Old Li said with frustration.
“Hopefully she has not been captured by some bandits and is being used as a sex toy.” Someone blew a whistle.
“If you don’t want to have a drink of toilet water, I recommend you close your d*mn mouth.” Old Li stood up with a gloomy expression.
The other mercenary didn’t back down, but rather he blew a whistle to provoke him.
“F*ck. Old Li, he is only joking, just let him go like a fart.” The mercenary on the side immediately dragged him down and discreetly pointed at Zhou Guoping who had stopped cleaning the glasses.
While the Old Li still looked pissed, he sat down. He followed his friend’s finger. The mercenary with a foul mouth also retracted his neck and sat back down.
Anyone that fight here probably doesn’t want to live anymore.
Zhou Guoping glared at them as they settled down. He then continued to wipe the glass in his hand but mocked them in his mind
[Dumb*ss, your goddess probably has been played in so many different positions by a rich and powerful.]
It was certainly a dramatic story. Chu Nan had already worked his way up to become a governor of the Sixth Street, and he still was the boss of the bar. He didn’t even accept the notification to attend the reorganization plan.
Although among the small characters, the name “The Bald Bartender” was renowned among the circle. But only he knew the exacts, as even compared with Zhao Chenwu, who surrendered to Jiang Chen, he was one class lower.
To be honest, he was afraid of encountering Chu Nan. Since he did touch Zhou Xiaoxia when he was a bandit in the Huizhong Mercenaries. While Chu Nan didn’t seem to mind, Zhou Guoping knew well that he was probably worth less than a tenth of what Chu Nan is worth in the boss’s heart, it would be easy for Chu Nan to take him out.
Once the Fishbone base controlled the Sixth Street, the presence of the bar meant to collect intelligence became less and less important.
Just as he was zoning out, the messenger he put below the bar buzzed.
Like the usual, Zhou Guoping put the towel and glass aside and glanced at the messenger. When he saw the words on the screen, he took a moment to process it before an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.
<Messenger: Jiang Chen.
Content: Come back.>
Half a year later, the boss finally remembered him.
Zhuo Guoping left the job to the other workers as he put on a coat and left the bar without wasting a second.
…
To be honest, to the people with blemished morals, Jiang Chen didn’t want to give them important duties. But after careful deliberation, the only subordinate that has worked with the mercenaries on a regular basis was Zhuo Guoping.
So the position of the mercenary association leader was best fitted for him.
Currently, Zhuo Guoping stood in front of Jiang Chen’s table as he waited for instructions with his head lowered.
“You are pretty fast.” Jiang Chen laughed.
“Of course, I can’t make you wait, I came immediately after I received the message,” Zhou Guoping said while trying to flatter Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen took out a document and put it on the table.
“Don’t be nervous, it is something good. Take a look at this document.”
Zhuo Guoping laughed obsequiously as he took over the document. He scanned through a few lines before he stopped.
“Mercenary association?”
“That’s right. The leader of the mercenary association, I want you to take the position.” With hands cupped together on the table, Jiang Chen smiled.
“Thank you bo-, Thank you, General!” Zhuo Guoping was so ecstatic that he almost called out the wrong name as the flattering action was only missing him kneeling down.
“Okay, save the obsequiousness for later. This is your job. I already assigned the building of the association, it will be built across from the Sixth Street bank. Your job will be to establish it. I want to see results in a week’s time.”
“I will complete the task!” Zhuo Guoping promised while pumping his chest.
“Then go.”
Zhuo Guoping bowed and turned around. But when he reached the door, he stopped as if he had remembered something.
“Also, that Fake Leg Bar-”
“I will find someone to take your position. Your primary responsibility will be the mercenary association.”
“Yes.’
Zhuo Guoping exited the door courteously.
Half a minute later, Jiang Chen leaned in his chair and smiled at Han Junhua who was observing everything.
“What do you think about giving his position to someone like this?”
She only used two seconds to think.
“Just by ability, he is the best candidate.”
Reputation among the mercenaries has more appeal compared to an unknown character. If it were Cheng Weiguo or Zhang Gang that acted as the leader, it would be hard to even form the association.
“What other aspects?”
“If I could read people’s mind, I wouldn’t have lost to you,” Han Junhua answered honestly.
Jiang Chen didn’t disagree.
“Then lady luck is on my side.”
