Chapter 1016 998 Control Funds

Chapter 1016 998. Control Funds

Lan En's voice was not very low, so Francis could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

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

And this time he breathed a sigh of relief, it was because he felt that they might really have made it through this life-and-death test.

"Do you think I'm a talent?"

Francis said stiffly.

"Then can I assume that you don't plan to kill us now?"

Lan En did not answer him directly.

"Tell me first, if Skechers had not discovered this idea before, what would you do next?"

Francis Belan immediately let his brain run at high speed, he thought this was Lan En's test for him.

"I have already made a plan before."

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

"Skech is not to be feared, and even the entire Mud Gang is not a problem. After I complete the establishment of this intelligence network, all the news about Novigrad will flow through my hands."

"In this city where huge amounts of wealth flow every day through world trade, the profits that can be captured by accurate information are immeasurable!"

"Information! Compared to Krona, information is the most valuable hard currency!"

"It only takes me a few months to accumulate more wealth than the entire Mud Gang! This wealth will be reinvested in the expansion and construction of the gang. Skech is just a killer with good skills, decisiveness and ruthlessness."

"In the face of profit, what can a killer care about? How can killing be more important than money and power? Even before today."

Francis looked at Lan En carefully.

"I have recruited hundreds of beggars outside, but only gave Skech dozens. I have planned to kill him at the end of this month."

"What about after that?"

Lan En tilted his head.

"After that, a gang that has such a huge wealth of information will not be able to remain unknown. Whether it wants to or not, this gang will become an important part of Novigrad's social order."

As he spoke, Francis looked at the demon hunter with hope and determination.

The meaning was very clear. This power could be in someone's hands.

"You are ambitious, but at the same time you are clear-headed and logical."

Lan En crossed his arms.

"You don't look like a gangster, but you look like someone who should sit in the city council."

"The people sitting in the city council are all puppets. Anyone with a brain should understand this, sir."

Francis said with a little contempt.

"Only by mastering real power can the city be regulated and improved. And that power is related to the gangs and the eternal fire, but it has nothing to do with the city council."

"It sounds like you are actually a social reformer? It's a surprise."

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

And because of his silence, the atmosphere began to inevitably fall into solemnity.

An individual with overwhelming power in a situation, any emotional fluctuations and external performance of his 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 rare for me to give a gangster a chance, really."

Lan En said, taking off his hood.

He let Francis see his appearance clearly and recognize this face.

After taking off the hood, Lan En's cat eyes looked at the other party.

"But you should understand what I want. You are also a smart person, right?"

"Of course, Grand Duke Lan En."

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

"Of course I understand."

There is no need to talk too much 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 people who can be called "armed forces" are the group of people brought by Francis.

This is theirs.

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

After a person dies, especially in an open wound, the smell coming out is definitely not pleasant.

The fishy smell of the internal organs and the stench of the contents of the organs were splashed out with Lan En's violent fist.

It was as if the horrible violence was still here.

"I don't think this blood can be wiped off."

A subordinate who was cleaning the wooden floor muttered. He just went out to vomit for two minutes before he could start working.

Francis pursed his lips and said nothing more.

If the mumbling of his subordinates can calm their frightened hearts a little, then let them mutter. It's better than being scared crazy.

Skechers' body has only half of his face left, and Francis no longer cares about this former boss.

They are not opponents of the same level. The previous guest was just because Francis did not have the original capital and could not play.

To join a gang, you need money and resources to get started, otherwise how can you support your thugs?

If the money you offer to your thugs is not as much as the profit of street vendors, who would be 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 kill him, but also the time when he can make profits and recruit soldiers.

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 won't be called the Mud Gang from now on, we'll be called the Dark Alley Gang. Let's call this courtyard the 'Rotten Forest'. It's a suitable forest for the rotten people to 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, so 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 Munch, my old friend."

Francis muttered to himself and turned around after confirming the gang's new name.

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

He had better luck 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.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

He twisted his body and stared at Francis, but 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.

Soggy 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, calm demeanor was the same as when he was 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 hold my position as the boss."

An old beggar who has just made a good living 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 wasn't prepared to listen to a word Old Munch said.

"I just want you to know, man...this is nothing personal."

Francis' left hand pulled Old Monk'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 plunged it in from the soft position at the base of the side of his neck.

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 after.

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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.

"My 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 their work and compete for power.

They don't often create or control a system.

It is precisely because of this 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 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 running Novigrad. But it would be ridiculous if I didn't even take care of the finances."

"I will formulate rules to allow this 'intelligence gang' to make money by selling intelligence, but we will not allow them to rely on intelligence to conduct commercial 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 funding, 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."

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 at least been in the power circle of Temeria after the [Lord Hunting Incident] in Vizima, so she could understand it.

"The head of the guards of the Temple of the Eternal Flame"

Lan En muttered the new information and asked Triss with his head down.

"Are you familiar with this kind of person?"

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

"That's the Eternal Flame, my great and wise Duke! Do you really have the heart to let your lover, a witch, go to them? Did I not try hard to please you in bed? Oh, I'm so sad."

"No, Triss, just ignore what I said."

The witcher who was stabbed by the sorceress pouted.