Chapter 1016 998. Controlling Funds
Lan En’s voice was not lowered very low, 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.
But this time when they breathed a sigh of relief, they felt that they might have really overcome this life and death hurdle.
"Do you think I am a talent?"
Francis said cautiously.
"Then can I assume that you are not planning to kill us now?"
Lan En did not answer him directly.
“Tell me first, if you had not been discovered by Skechers before, what would you have done next?”
Francis Beland suddenly let his mind run at high speed. He thought this was Lan En's test for him.
“I have made plans before.”
He considered his words and tried not to make any mistakes.
"Skechi is not something to be afraid of, 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."
“In this city where huge amounts of wealth flow through world trade every day, the profits that accurate information can reap are immeasurable!”
"Information! Compared to crowns, information is the most valuable hard currency!"
"In just a few months, I can accumulate more wealth than the entire Mud Gang! This wealth will be Returning to the expansion and construction of the gang, Skechers is just a skilled, decisive and ruthless killer. "In the face of profit, what can a killer care about? How can money and power be important in killing people?" Even before today."
Francis glanced at Lan En carefully.
"I have collected hundreds of beggars outside, but only handed over a few dozen to Skechers. I have planned to kill him first at the end of this month."
"What happens after that?"
Lan En tilted his head.
“It is impossible for a gang that has such a huge wealth of information to remain anonymous. Whether you think about it or not, this gang will become a crucial part of the social order of Novigrad.”
As he spoke, Francis looked at the witcher with hopeful and firm eyes.
The meaning is very obvious. This power can become something in someone's hands.
"You are very ambitious, but at the same time clear and logical."
Lan crossed his arms.
“You don’t look like a gang member, but someone who should sit on the city council.”
“The people sitting on the city council are all puppets. Your brain should understand this, Sir."
Francis said with a bit of disdain.
"You must have real power to regulate and improve this city. And that power has something to do with the gangs and the eternal fire, but it has nothing to do with the city council."
"It sounds like you He’s actually a social reformer? It’s surprising.”
After giving a playful compliment, Lan En stopped talking and began to wonder about something.
And because of his silence, the atmosphere began to inevitably become solemn.
An individual with overwhelming power within a situation, any of his mood swings and external manifestations will affect all the nerves of other people in the situation.
After a long time, the silence was broken.
"I can give you a chance, Francis. This is one of the rare times I am willing to give a gangster a chance, really."
Lan said, taking off his hood.
He asked Francis to see clearly what he looked like and recognize this face.
After taking off his hood, Lan En looked at the other person with his cat eyes.
"But you should understand what I want. You are also a smart person, right?"
"Of course, Grand Duke Lan En."
Francis relaxed completely and stood up from the chair, Salute to Lan En.
"Of course I understand."
There is no need to talk too clearly about things between smart people, because everyone knows it in their hearts.
Lan En and Triss left.
And in this yard that originally belonged to the Mud Gang, the only ones left that could be called an 'armed force' were a group of people brought over by Francis.
This is theirs.
Francis stood in the house at the deepest part of the courtyard, his nose filled with the strong smell of blood and stench.
After someone dies, especially from an open wound, the smell that comes out is never pleasant.
The fishy smell of the internal organs and the stench of the contents inside were all splashed out with Lan En's violent fists.
It is as if the horrific violence still remains here.
“I don’t think this blood can be wiped off.”
A man who was cleaning the wooden floor muttered. He just went out and vomited for two minutes before he could start working. .
Francis pursed her lips and didn’t say much.
If the mutterings of his men can bring some peace to their frightened hearts, then let them mutter. Better than freaking out.
Skeech's body has only half a face left, and Francis doesn't care about the former boss at all now.
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 support 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 attack Skechers at the end of the month.
This is not only the estimated time when Skechers will murder 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.
But now, he can control the entire gang according to his own plan.
"We will not be called the Mud Gang from now on, but the Dark Alley Gang. Let's call this yard the 'Rotten Forest'. A forest where the rotten gather, so it's appropriate."
What the subordinates think about Francis There is nothing objectionable about decisions made while talking to oneself.
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?
Desperately making money, with no taboos other than that, even tearing people into pieces, this is the gangster style.
"And you, old Monk, my old friend."
Francis muttered to himself and after confirming the gang's new name, turned around.
The old man who sold his ideas to Skechers in exchange for a few crowns, new clothes, and a gang identity.
He was luckier than Marsh. The crossbow arrow only penetrated his shoulder blade and he fainted from the pain.
Only now were they dug out of the pile of corpses and brought to Francis.
"Woo! Woo woo!"
He twisted his body and stared at Francis, but he was speechless because of the cloth in his mouth.
My whole body was sweating because of the pain, and after I was done, I was sweating again because I was scared to face Francis.
Wet and slimy.
Francis had a wrinkled face and showed no expression when facing the old Monk who had been so cruel to him just now.
His serious and calm look 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 betrayer, and if I don't deal with even one betrayer, I won't be able to sit on my position as the boss."
An old beggar who has just lived a good life through betrayal and backbiting 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 didn’t 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 tugged on old Monk's hair, which was wet with sweat and blood, forcing him to reveal himself neck.
His right hand skillfully pulled out his dagger, and then plunged it in from the soft part of the side of the neck.
Easy and neat, just like cutting a fruit plate.
The blood flowed out from the gap at the base of old Munch's neck like a baby spitting up milk.
He died soon.
——
Lan En, who received new information and had a "temporarily disabled" gangster as a tentacle in Novigrad, walked back to the streets of Novigrad with Triss.
"I have to find Dudu as soon as possible. Someone is obviously targeting him, and it doesn't look easy for him to go bankrupt this time. And I should have reached the stage where I will mobilize a large amount of assets."
"Mobilizing assets?"
Triss was 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 capital flow.”
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 their work and compete for power.
They do not often create or control a system.
It is precisely for this reason that most warlocks' political ideas and management common sense 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 what we just said The cooperation reached between them is a joke.”
"Cooperation without coercive supervision can only lead to betrayal."
Lan En said calmly.
“I can’t take care of personnel matters, because Francis is the front-line person operating in Novigrad. But it would be ridiculous if I didn’t even take care of finances.”
“I Rules will be formulated to allow this 'intelligence gang' to make money by selling intelligence, but they will not be allowed to rely on intelligence to conduct commercial operations and make profits."
"They will be 'neutral' intelligence dealers. When intelligence dealers lose credibility and start meddling in their own intelligence, no one will believe them, 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 for commercial activities, but it cannot promote commercial progress and development by itself. I need them to provide me with information."
< br>Finally, Lan En 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."
< br>Although Triss has no experience in managing or controlling an organization, she has been in the power circle of Temeria after Vizima's "Lord Hunting Incident", so she is still considered Understand.
"Head of the Temple Guard of the Eternal Fire"
Lan En recited 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 corners 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'm so sad."
"No, Tris thought I didn't say that."
The witcher curled his lips after being stabbed by the sorceress.
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