Chapter 186: Wen Chou Chou Joins the Fold

Before meeting Wen Chou Chou, Duan Fengyun had been constantly worried about the recruitment for the Dragon Gate.

The four of them were not suitable for running around, busy with the task of recruiting people.

But Duan Fengyun did not feel at ease handing it over to anyone else.

However, after seeing Wen Chou Chou, the problem that had been troubling Duan Fengyun was suddenly resolved.

One might ask, who in the world is more suitable than Wen Chou Chou, the former Chief Steward of the World Association?

The moment Duan Fengyun saw Wen Chou Chou, he was already prepared to bring him on board again.

Although Wen Chou Chou was indeed sly, cunning, and cowardly in his daily life, he was still loyal to his master.

Duan Fengyun felt one hundred percent at ease entrusting the recruitment and other matters of the Dragon Gate to Wen Chou Chou.

Originally, he had been worried about whether Wen Chou Chou would agree to get involved in the Jianghu again after retiring to live a plain life.

But every move Wen Chou Chou made gave him confidence; he was now absolutely certain he could bring Wen Chou Chou into the fold again.

Duan Fengyun opened his mouth and asked:

"Chouchou, I want to ask you a question from the heart.

After leaving the Jianghu and living a plain life, have you been happy?"

Wen Chou Chou thought for a moment, shook his head, and replied:

"I won't lie to you, Sect Leader Duan, I have not been happy.

I am used to interacting with all kinds of people in the Jianghu, and I am also used to the life of being a lackey.

Now, this plain life is like stagnant water to me, without a single ripple."

Duan Fengyun smiled and said:

"Then are you willing to return to the Jianghu now?"

Wen Chou Chou gave a cold laugh:

"Sect Leader Duan, my legs and feet are no longer agile now.

One might ask, which sect would want someone who has no martial arts and is not agile in their hands and feet?

Moreover, I once followed Sect Leader Xiong and Jue Wushen; it is absolutely impossible for other sects to take me in."

Duan Fengyun stood up, poured a full bowl of wine for Wen Chou Chou, and then filled a bowl for himself.

He raised his bowl, clinked it against Wen Chou Chou's wine bowl, and said:

"What if it is my sect inviting you!"

Duan Fengyun drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp, then looked at Wen Chou Chou with a smile.

Wen Chou Chou looked at Duan Fengyun in disbelief; back then at the World Association, it was Duan Fengyun himself who gave up the position of Sect Leader to go live the life of a blissful couple.

Yet now, Duan Fengyun was telling him to join his sect.

Wen Chou Chou asked suspiciously:

"Young Master Duan, didn't you not want to be a sect leader back then, only wanting to live the life of a blissful couple with the Eldest Miss?

Why have you established a sect now?"

Duan Fengyun laughed:

"I was young back then; I have now seen through the entire Jianghu.

If you want the Jianghu to be stable, it cannot rely on empty talk; it requires a sect with iron-blooded means to manage the Jianghu.

Only then will the Jianghu be peaceful.

Chouchou, are you willing to join us!"

After hearing this, Wen Chou Chou picked up his wine bowl, drank it in one gulp, and laughed:

"I, Wen Chou Chou, am the Sect Leader's person in life, and the Sect Leader's ghost in death.

The Sect Leader is tall, the Sect Leader is rich, the Sect Leader is handsome, the Sect Leader is a tall, rich, and handsome man."

Wen Chou Chou began reciting the slogan of the World Association from Duan Fengyun's era again.

Hearing this bizarre, meme-like slogan, Duan Fengyun broke into a cold sweat.

How could so many years have passed, and this Wen Chou Chou still remember this slogan?

Long Er, who was on the side, listened to this slogan and laughed out loud:

"Who came up with this slogan? It's so silly.

Hahahaha, it's killing me."

After rolling his eyes at Long Er, Duan Fengyun said to Wen Chou Chou:

"Chouchou, those are all things of the past; don't shout that slogan anymore."

"Hahahaha."

At this moment, it was Nie Feng and Qin Shuang's turn to laugh, and the usually silent Bu Jingyun also revealed a smile.

They had felt this slogan was very cheesy back then; they didn't expect that after so much time, it would still sound just as cheesy.

Wen Chou Chou smiled, then fell to his knees in front of Duan Fengyun with a thud:

"Wen Chou Chou, greetings to the Sect Leader!"

Seeing this, Duan Fengyun immediately pulled Wen Chou Chou up.

"Chouchou, no need to be so formal; we are all old acquaintances of so many years."

Wen Chou Chou stood up and smiled:

"It is only right to perform the kneeling kowtow to the Sect Leader.

May I ask what the name of our sect is?

Where is the address, and how many people are in the sect now?

I need to understand the headcount so that I can formulate management strategies."

Hearing this profound question from Wen Chou Chou, Duan Fengyun replied with a bitter smile:

"Chouchou, our sect is called Dragon Gate!"

"Dragon Gate, what a great name! As expected of the Sect Leader, your naming is truly exquisite."

Having returned to being a sycophant, Wen Chou Chou went back to being the bootlicker he once was.

Duan Fengyun could neither laugh nor cry; Wen Chou Chou had gotten into character so quickly.

He continued to answer:

"As for the location of the sect, you won't find it unfamiliar."

Hearing Duan Fengyun's answer, Wen Chou Chou had a vague, ominous premonition in his heart, feeling as if he had boarded a pirate ship.

But he did not speak, continuing to listen to what Duan Fengyun had to say.

"That's right, the address of our sect is the former Under Heaven Society.

This place is no stranger to either of us, and doing things there will yield twice the result with half the effort."

Sure enough, Wen Chou Chou's prediction had come true.

Looking at the miserable-looking Wen Chou Chou, Duan Fengyun continued:

"Our sect is still in its initial stage; before you joined, there were only the five of us.

Now that you have joined, we are six."

After listening to Duan Fengyun, Wen Chou Chou felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten excrement.

He had not expected that he had actually boarded a hollow pirate ship.

A pirate ship that had only a resounding name and four pirate leaders, but not a single subordinate.

Wen Chou Chou felt extremely regretful now; why had he been so shortsighted as to agree to Duan Fengyun?

He had been clever his whole life, so why did he always fall into Duan Fengyun's hands?

Could it be that this Duan Fengyun was his natural nemesis?

Looking at the miserable Wen Chou Chou, Duan Fengyun laughed loudly:

"Chouchou, although our Dragon Gate is currently just a hollow sect.

You must have enough confidence in us four martial brothers.

Just think, with the strength of the four of us, recruiting troops and horses in the Jianghu, and annexing some small sects—wouldn't that be as easy as reaching out and grabbing something?

Think again, the few of us sitting here will be the core figures of the Dragon Gate in the future.

According to the imperial court's terminology, you will be a founding father of the dynasty, and your contributions will be great.

And I have also told you that the Supreme is obedient to our every word.

When the time comes, we will have the Dragon Gate in the underworld and the imperial court in the righteous path; ask yourself, who in the Jianghu can achieve what we have?

Chouchou, I will give you one more chance now; think clearly for yourself whether you really want to join the Dragon Gate.

If you join, I welcome you with open arms; if you choose not to join, that is fine too, I will not blame you.

I will give you the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn to consider it; think it through before you tell me."

Wen Chou Chou's mind kept repeating what Duan Fengyun had just said.

Yes, it was true that the Dragon Gate was not much right now, but the Jianghu prestige of Duan Fengyun and the others was there.

As long as they gave a shout, surely many people in the Jianghu would come to join them.

Although the imperial court could not control the Jianghu, a Dragon Gate supported by the imperial court was destined to be incomparable to other Jianghu sects.

It seemed that joining the Dragon Gate now was indeed a good opportunity; although it would be tiring and bitter to join now, after this period passed, he would be a core founding member of the Dragon Gate.

Knowing the temperament of Duan Fengyun and the others well, he knew that once the Dragon Gate was on the right track, these masters would become hands-off managers again, and by then, wouldn't he be the one in sole control?

By then, he would be below one person and above ten thousand, which would be much more interesting than his current days of just drifting along.

Finally, Wen Chou Chou was moved by Duan Fengyun's silver tongue.

He smiled and said:

"Chouchou greets the Sect Leader!"

"Hahahaha, Chouchou, I truly did not misjudge you."

Seeing that Wen Chou Chou was willing to follow him, Duan Fengyun also let out a loud laugh.

And Wen Chou Chou's willingness also surprised Bu Jingyun and the others.

Because in their view, Wen Chou Chou had always been the type of person who would not act without profit; they had not expected that today he would actually be willing to help build an empire with them.

While this greatly changed their impression of Wen Chou Chou, it also gave them a deeper understanding of Duan Fengyun's glib tongue.

Their Junior Brother Duan's mouth was truly formidable; his silver tongue could even trick the stars down from the sky.

Wen Chou Chou stood up and said:

"Wait for me a moment, I will go back to my room now to pack my luggage."

Duan Fengyun grabbed Wen Chou Chou and laughed:

"Chouchou, what are you in such a hurry for?

It's not like you haven't seen the old site of the Under Heaven Society; it has been in disrepair for a long time and is already in a sorry state.

If you want to move to the Dragon Gate, you at least have to wait until the old site has been renovated."

Wen Chou Chou patted his head and said:

"Sect Leader, you are right; I was dull for a moment and didn't react."

"Then what do you plan to do with this restaurant next?"

Duan Fengyun asked.

"What else can I do?

I am going to be the Chief Steward of the Dragon Gate, so why would I still care about this little restaurant?"

"Transfer it to someone else, and let other interested people manage it."

Wen Chou Chou, who was already imagining his future life as a chief steward, had no heart left to manage this restaurant.

He was now itching to recruit soldiers and buy horses, and then bark orders at a crowd of people.

"Chouchou, you are being dull-witted again.

Why would you want to transfer this restaurant away?

With our Dragon Gate here in the future, the business of this restaurant will surely improve again.

Furthermore, by using this place as one of our intelligence gathering points, it can help us scrape together some information.

We earn the money, and we obtain the intelligence; why not do such a thing that benefits both sides?"

Duan Fengyun now began to play the role of a sect leader, lecturing Wen Chou Chou.

"The Sect Leader is worthy of being the Sect Leader; your foresight is truly deep, I admire you."

Wen Chou Chou now admired the brains of Duan Fengyun to the extreme.

It was nothing like the former Xiongba, who only knew how to fight and kill.

One must know that besides fighting and killing, the pugilistic world also involves human relationships and worldly wisdom.

Sect Leader Duan does this very well indeed.

Watching these two master and servant who were like jackals from the same lair, Nie Feng and the other two now began to break into a cold sweat for the people in the pugilistic world.

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