Chapter 220 The Prototype of Express Delivery

Biaozi was checking the recent account books of the gambling house and the amount of money lent out when he heard the little brother outside screaming as if he had seen a ghost. He got angry and said, "What are you screaming for?"

"Aunt, my aunt is here."

Biaozi thought he had misheard and kicked the person who came over: "Whose aunt is this?"

"Uncle Biaozi, your business is still booming!"

Biaozi turned to look at Wen Zhenyi who had stepped through the threshold and said, "Miss Wen, what brings you here today? You're a celebrity in Wenxia Town now."

At this time, Axiang also walked in carrying the man and threw him to the ground.

As soon as the man saw Biaozi, he crawled to Biaozi's side, hugged his legs, pointed at the two of them and started yelling.

Biaozi saw the saliva on the front of the man's clothes and kicked him aside with a look of disgust: "What's going on?"

A Xiang walked over and put the man's chin on it, then wiped his hands on the man's clothes with a look of disgust on his face.

The man's chin was pressed back, and he immediately cried, "Brother Biao, these two bitches are bullying others and don't even give you face. You should find someone to destroy them."

Every time Biaozi heard what he said, his face became uglier, and finally his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The other thugs in the room were standing close to the wall, looking as if they couldn't see me.

Wen Zhenyi looked at Biaozi with a smile: "Uncle Biaozi, he said he was your brother, so I had no choice but to come to you."

Biaozi looked at the man on the ground: "He is not my brother."

The man on the ground looked at him in disbelief: "Brother Biao, we are sworn brothers, how can you say that?"

"Just shut up! Don't think I don't know what you did outside under my name? Because your father helped me before, I've already turned a blind eye. But you should never, ever, mess with Miss Wen."

After Biaozi finished speaking, he winked at the big hand behind him and said, "Take the person away."

"Brother Biao, I was wrong. Please give me another chance."

Biaozi listened to the voice getting farther and farther away, then bowed to Wen Zhen and said, "Miss Wen, I'm sorry. It was Biaozi who was too indulgent. If it caused you any loss, I will pay for it."

"There's no loss, but he insisted on coming to my shop and asking me to make cakes for him. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Miss Wen, you're joking. I've already ordered all the food from your store and told him to order it if you sell snacks. I didn't ask him to buy it."

At this time, a younger brother seemed to know something and walked up to him and whispered, "Brother Biao, I'm afraid it's his lover in the building. He wants to save face and go to trouble Miss Wen."

Biaozi narrowed his eyes and said, "Ask me clearly."

"Yes." The younger brother immediately went to the backyard.

Wen Zhenyi didn't plan to stay any longer and prepared to leave: "Since it's a misunderstanding, let's forget about it. But Uncle Biao should be more careful with others in the future. If you provoke someone you shouldn't, it will probably bring you trouble."

"Miss Wen is right. If you're not in a hurry, why not sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Wen Zhen thought about it and stayed.

Biaozi took her to the pavilion in the backyard and sat her down. After having tea served, he let them leave. "Miss Wen, how is your delivery business?"

Wen Zhenyi picked up the covered bowl and gently scraped the tea foam in the bowl without looking up at him: "Uncle Biaozi, are you interested in this business?"

"I see that Miss Wen's store is doing well, and I'm worried that you'll be too busy."

Wen Zhenyi put down the tea bowl: "Uncle Biaozi, your people are not suitable for this business."

"Why?"

"Your people hang out in gambling houses, brothels, and taverns for a long time. If you send something to them, it will scare them to death."

Biaozi frowned. There was nothing he could do about it. "Is there no chance?"

Wen Zhenyi put down the bowl: "Are you having any difficulties?"

Biaozi thought for a moment and looked at the girl who could be his daughter: "I don't want to do this gambling and money lending business anymore."

"Why?"

"You also know my background, and I don't want anyone to repeat my mistakes."

"If you don't do it, someone else will."

"Always feel more at ease."

"Are you still cheating now?"

"That's not the case."

"Since you don't have any, why feel guilty? But if you want to make a decent living, it's not impossible."

"Please give me some advice, Miss Wen. If I want to make money in the future, I will keep it in mind."

"Who can predict what will happen in the future? I always prefer retribution in this life."

"How to report it?"

"I own 30% of the business I'm talking about."

"Okay." Biaozi agreed without thinking.

Wen Zhen saw that he agreed readily and said, "Let's write it down as proof."

Biaozi asked someone to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table: "I don't know what kind of business it is."

"It's not easy to make a living here, and it can be risky."

"People like us all live on the edge of a knife, with our heads hanging on our belts."

"You know the Escort Agency, right?"

"I know. There's an escort agency in this town. Do you want us to go escorting?"

"No, this escort agency only accepts escorts from merchants, and they all have their own connections and reputations, so it's not your turn."

Biaozi felt even more confused after hearing this: "Does that have anything to do with this?"

"It is related, but it is more trivial than this thing."

"What do you mean?"

"To put it simply, are the cookies I make the only ones available here?"

"right."

"If you want to eat it somewhere else, you have to go buy it yourself, and you may not even be able to buy it."

Biaozi nodded: "Indeed."

"If there are cakes, could you help deliver them?"

“Isn’t this the same as delivering food?”

"The essence is the same, but there are differences. If it's just food, that's quite limiting. What if it's a lot of other things?"

"A lot of things?"

"Yes, such as letters from ordinary people, such as items sent to friends."

“Will there be so many things?”

"How do you know if you don't try it? You can also buy things for me. If something is available in other cities but not here, you can help me buy it for a small fee."

Biaozi's eyes lit up. If they could charge a fee for one person sending something, they could charge a fee for two people as well. If there were more people like this, they would be busy all day.

Wen Zhenyi knew he had figured it out: "It would be even better if we could set up a receiving area in each town, and then have someone deliver the goods to the door."

Biaozi was a little excited: "Let me think about it." Then he stood up and paced in the pavilion.

Wen Zhenyi didn't urge him. This was the prototype of express delivery, and it required a lot of manpower and financial resources. She herself didn't have the ability now, but she could let Biaozi try.