Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1016: 998 control funds

Chapter 1016 998. Controlling funds

?Lann’s voice was not lowered, so Francis could hear clearly.

?Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

?The last time I breathed a sigh of relief, it was because I felt that Lan En would not kill them all in the blink of an eye without listening to their words. At least he still had the intention to communicate.

?When they breathed a sigh of relief this time, they felt that they might have really passed this life-and-death hurdle.

?“Do you think I am a talent?”

?Francis said cautiously.

“Then can I assume that you don’t plan to kill us now?”

?Lan En did not answer him directly.

“Tell me first, if you hadn’t been discovered by Skechers before, what would you have done next?”

?Francis Beland suddenly made his mind work at high speed. He thought this was Lan En's test for him.

"I can give you a chance, Francis. It's one of the few times I'd give a gangster a chance, really."

??The fishy smell of the internal organs, as well as the stench of the contents inside the organs, were all splashed out with Lan En's violent fists.

“You don’t look like a gangster, you look like someone who should be sitting on the city council.”

?An individual with overwhelming power within a situation, any of his mood swings and external expressions will affect all the nerves of other people in the situation.

?Lan tilted his head.

"In just a few months, I can accumulate more wealth than the entire Mud Gang! This wealth will be reinvested in the expansion and construction of the gang. Skechers is just a very skilled, decisive and ruthless killer."

“In this city where huge amounts of wealth flow through world trade every day, the profits that can be gained from accurate information are immeasurable!”

?“Of course I understand.”

?“What happens after that?”

?Lanne and Triss left.

?“Information! Compared with krona, information is the most valuable hard currency!”

?“Of course, Grand Duke Lan En.”

? And because of his silence, the atmosphere began to inevitably become solemn.

“You must have real power to regulate and improve this city. And that power has something to do with gangs and Eternal Fire, but it has nothing to do with the city council.”

?The smell that comes out of a person's death, especially from an open wound, is never pleasant.

?Lan crossed his arms.

?He asked Francis to see clearly what he looked like and recognize his face.

"I have collected hundreds of beggars outside, but only gave a few dozen to Skechers. I have planned to kill him first at the end of this month."

??And in this yard that originally belonged to the Mud Gang, the only people left who could be called an 'armed force' were a group of people brought over by Francis.

?Francis glanced at Lan En carefully.

?There is no need to talk too clearly about things between smart people, because everyone knows it in their heart.

?“You are ambitious, but at the same time clear and logical.”

?He weighed his words carefully, trying not to make any mistakes.

?Francis said with a bit of disdain.

“Skechi is nothing to fear, and even the entire Mud Gang is not a problem. After I complete this intelligence network, all news about Novigrad will flow through my hands.”

As he spoke, Francis looked at the witcher with hopeful and firm eyes.

??“I have already made plans before.”

?It’s as if the horrific violence is still here.

?The meaning is very obvious. This power can become something in someone's hands.

?Lan En said, taking off his hood.

?This place belongs to them.

?“It sounds like you are actually a social reformer? Surprising.”

“The city council is full of puppets, and anyone with a brain should know that, sir.”

??After taking off his hood, Lan En looked at the other person with his cat eyes.

"In the face of profit, what can a killer do? How can money and power be important in killing people? Even before today."

?Lan En stopped talking after giving a playful compliment, and began to wonder about something in his heart.

Francis stood in the house at the deepest part of the courtyard, his nose filled with the strong smell of blood and stench.

“It is impossible for a gang that possesses such a huge wealth of information to remain anonymous. Whether you want it or not, this gang will become an important part of the social order of Novigrad.”

?After a long time, the silence was broken.

?Francis relaxed completely, stood up from the chair, and saluted Lan En.

?“But you should understand what I want, you are also a smart person, right?”

?“I don’t think this blood can be wiped off.”

?One of the men who was cleaning the wooden floor muttered that he had just gone out to vomit for two minutes before he could start working.

?Francis pursed her lips and didn’t say much.

??If the muttering of his men can bring some peace to their frightened hearts, then let them mutter. Better than freaking out.

?Skeech's body had only half a face left, and Francis no longer cared about the former boss at all.

?They are not a level opponent to begin with. The previous sojourner was just because Francis had no original capital and was unable to perform.

?You have to have money and resources to get started as a gangster. Otherwise, how will you support your thugs?

?If the money paid to the thugs is not as good as the profit of the street vendors, who is stupid enough to work for you?

??And a gang has to maintain dozens of thugs no matter what, which means that even if nothing happens, a gang has to spend the business profits equivalent to dozens of vendors every day.

? Francis is confident in himself, but he still plans to take action against Skechers at the end of the month.

??This is not only the estimated time when Skechers will kill him, but also the time when he will make profits and recruit troops.?????But it doesn’t matter now.

?He directly became the boss of the Mud Gang because of the intrusion of a high-level violent unit.

?Now, he can control the entire gang according to his own plan.

"We won't be called the Mud Gang from now on, but the Dark Alley Gang. Let's just call this yard the 'Rotten Forest'. It's a suitable forest where rotten people gather."

?The men had no objections to the decision Francis made in his soliloquy.

??It is considered a rule for the gang to change the name after changing the boss.

??As long as it doesn't hinder making money, what if they are called the Shit Gang?

?Handlessly making money, with no taboos other than that, even tearing people into pieces, this is the gangster style.

?“And you, old Munch, my old friend.”

Francis muttered to himself and after confirming the gang’s new name, he turned around.

??The old man who sold his ideas to Skechers in exchange for a few crowns, a new suit of clothes, and a gangster identity.

?He was luckier than Marsh. The crossbow arrow only penetrated his shoulder blade and he fainted from the pain.

?Just now he was dug out of the pile of corpses and brought to Francis.

?“Woo! Woo hoo!”

?He twisted his body and stared at Francis with his eyes fixed, but he could not speak because of the cloth in his mouth.

?Sweat broke out all over my body because of the pain, and after I finished drying, I sweated again because of the fear of facing Francis.

?Wet and slimy.

??Francis had a slightly wrinkled face and showed no expression when facing the old Monk who had been so cruel to him just now.

?His serious, calm demeanor was the same as when handling any corpse.

"Stop talking, old Monk. You know in your heart that I can't let you go. You are a traitor, and if I don't deal with even one traitor, I won't be able to hold my position as the boss."

?An old beggar who has just made a good living through betrayal and retaliation seems to have a thousand words in his eyes.

?He struggled with all his strength, trying to push away the cloth in his mouth with his tongue, and then say a few words. A few words that might save him, even if it only delayed him for a short while, he wanted to do it.

?He doesn’t want to die.

?But Francis did not give him this chance.

?He was not prepared to listen to a word Old Munch said.

?“I just want you to know, man...this is nothing personal.”

??Francis’s left hand pulled Old Munch’s hair, which was wet with sweat and blood, and forced him to expose his neck.

?His right hand skillfully pulled out his dagger, and then pierced it in from the soft position at the base of his neck with a 'puff' sound.

?Clean and neat, just like cutting a fruit plate.

?Blood spilled out from the gap at the base of old Munch's neck like a baby spitting up milk.

?He died soon.

—

Having received new information and having a "temporarily disabled" gangster as a tentacle in Novigrad, Lann and Triss walked back to the streets of Novigrad.

"I have to find Dudu as soon as possible. Someone is obviously targeting him, and it doesn't look like it will be easy for him to go bankrupt this time. And I should have reached the stage where I will mobilize a large amount of assets."

?“Mobilize assets?”

?Triss is a little confused.

“Dear, if you want to master an organization, no matter what it is, the best way is to master its personnel department and financial flows.”

??The witcher spoke patiently to the sorceress.

?Characters like warlocks are often attached to a certain system, such as the royal family or an academy, and then carry out work and compete for power.

?They do not often create or control a system.

?It is precisely because of this that the political ideas and management common sense of most warlocks always seem unrealistic to Lan En.

"I admire Francis, so I hope he can use his ideas to flourish in Novigrad. But if I don't have any control over the 'intelligence gang' he will create in the future, then the cooperation we just reached is joke."

“Cooperation without coercive supervision can only lead to betrayal.”

?Lan En said calmly.

"I can't take care of the personnel, because Francis is the front-line person operating in Novigrad. But it would be ridiculous if I didn't even take care of the finances."

“I will formulate rules that allow this ‘intelligence gang’ to make money by selling intelligence, but they cannot be allowed to rely on intelligence to conduct business operations and make profits.”

“They will be ‘neutral’ intelligence dealers. Once the intelligence dealers lose credibility and start to personally meddle in their own intelligence, no one will believe it, and no one will dare to believe them.”

“On the other hand, if they don’t rely on me for funds, why should they listen to me? Force is a guarantee of commercial activities, but it cannot promote commercial progress and development. I need them to provide me with information.”

?Finally, Lane concluded.

“No matter what, my capital injection must become the bulk of the operation of this ‘intelligence gang’, and this requires a professional manager who is smart enough to manage my assets.”

Although Triss had no experience in managing or controlling an organization, she had been in the power circles of Temeria after the Vizima Lord Hunting Incident, so she was fairly familiar with it. Understand.

“Head of the Temple Guard of the Eternal Fire”

? Lan En murmured about the new information and lowered his head to ask Triss.

?“Are you familiar with this kind of person?”

?“Familiar? Are you kidding me?” Triss pushed aside the red hair that fell to the corner of her eyes and looked at Lan En in surprise.

"That is the eternal fire, my great and wise Duke! Do you really have the heart to let your lover, a witch, hang out in front of them? Did I not try hard to please you in bed? Oh, I am so sad."

?“No, Triss pretends I didn’t say anything.”

??The witcher curled his lips after being stabbed by the sorceress.