Meng Qingqi, who was small and weak, was blocked by several people.

I found that they were all evil spirits like ghosts.

I felt anxious at that moment.

I feel like night owls come into the house for no reason.

He immediately begged, "Brother, that witch Zhu Hong cheated me out of over a thousand dollars. I don't have money to treat you guys to a drink today. Let's meet again another day."

Song Zhijun grabbed Meng Qingqi and said, "How can you be asked to spend money on a meal in Huadu?

You just have to say it, and I'll pay for it."

In the restaurant, Meng Qingqi raised his glass, tears streaming down his face. He said, "Brothers, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I'm desperate now. I have no home to return to. I rely on Zhu Hong to make a living here, and she took advantage of me and escaped. Now I don't even have money for food or a place to stay. I've been looking for Zhu Hong for three days and can't find her. She cheated me out of over a thousand yuan and left me. If I find her, I'm going to kill this evil woman."

Song Zhijun picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Meng Qingqi, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he said, "Don't be so angry. It's not a big deal for a man to rely on a woman to support himself. If you have any difficulties in life in the future, I will help you solve them. If your family is hungry, I will help you earn money to pay it back."

When Meng Qingqi heard this, he felt that Song Zhijun was like a life-saving Bodhisattva and he admired him, so his face turned red with excitement.

He vowed, "Brother, as long as you can help me make money, I will be willing to lose my head. I am illiterate and a rough guy, but I value loyalty. You treat me to a drink today, and I will need your help tomorrow. I will not regret it even if I lose my life." Song Zhijun nodded with some admiration. He had indeed discovered a rare and precious "talent", so he said.

"How much famine has your family experienced?"

"To be honest, I've been running a clothing business in Jinzhou's Linxi Road market for several years and haven't lost money many times. But I lost over 17,000 yuan gambling, all of which was borrowed money."

"More than ten thousand yuan is insignificant."

Song Zhijun raised his neck again, swallowed a glass of wine and smacked his lips.

Said very confidently.

"I'm not bragging when I talk to you. I want you to be rich and become a millionaire overnight."

Ten thousand yuan household!

Or overnight!

Meng Qingqi closed his eyes and felt like he was listening to a fairy tale from "Arabian Nights".

Can this be true?

Could this young man have the extraordinary ability to call the wind and rain and turn stone into gold?

Meng Qingqi then chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Brother, you're lying to me, aren't you? Do you have such a great ability?"

"Please believe me. I'll give you 300 yuan and go back to Northeast China tonight. I'll go to Jinzhou within a month and visit your family. If the situation is true, I'll make up for your 17,000 yuan hunger."

"I'm a rough guy, so please don't be offended by my rough words." Meng Qingqi smiled and said, "I believe you. As the saying goes, you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean. Big brother, you have such a great way to make money. I've met a noble person today. As I said, as long as I can make money, I'll do anything you ask me to do."

"Then it's a deal. You go back to Jinzhou tonight. Before the end of the month, I will meet you at your house. I guarantee that you will become a millionaire overnight." Meng Qingqi dreamed of getting rich, so that night, as arranged by Song Zhijun, he took a train from Guangzhou to Beijing and returned to his hometown after a long absence.

Song Zhijun really kept his word. Before the end of the month, he rushed the gifts he bought from Guangzhou to Meng Qingqi's home in Jinzhou.

Then they secretly plotted to ask him to take people to ambush at the Martyrs' Cemetery. Meng Qingqi was eager to learn the secrets. When he heard that robbery was the most profitable, he jumped up and swore that he would not regret it even if he lost his head, and would follow his brother's arrangements in everything.

Meng Qingqi tasted the sweetness and won 15,000 yuan by just hitting Wang Deyin a few times...

In a restaurant in Shanhaiguan, Song Zhijun, Meng Qingqi and Liu Shuming spent half a day drinking and chatting over food.

Song Zhijun opened his briefcase and threw ten thousand yuan to Meng Qingqi and Liu Shuming, saying, "I once told you in Huadu that I wanted to make you rich and make you a millionaire overnight. Do you believe me now?"

Meng Qingqi was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He said, "Brother, we made our fortune thanks to your methods. You have made a great contribution. We can't keep these. It would be too unfair."

"Spend it. This time, I was pressed for time and brought in a poor client. Next time, I'll bring in a wealthy client and ask you guys to be more generous and take more money."

Song Zhijun lit a cigarette and ordered, "Meng Qingqi, find a few more people. You'll be in charge of the Northeast region. The business will grow bigger and bigger in the future. Always listen to my orders. You two go home quietly and wait. I'll go to Beijing and come back to find you..."

Meng Qingqi and Liu Shuming obediently escorted the "boss" to Shanhaiguan Station. Only after watching Song Zhijun disappear in the distance on the train did they turn around. One tall and one short, wearing brand new suits and carrying 10,000 yuan in cash, boarded the train to the outside of the pass with the eager desire to make a fortune.

I felt so happy. Looking out the window, I greedily looked at the cold snowy land outside the Great Wall and the winding Great Wall, with distant dreams churning in my mind.

Song Zhijun stayed in a luxurious hotel in Beijing. That night, he met with He Jinxiang, Cui Da, Wang Fuquan, Xin Lanzhong from Tianjin, and the fifth from Beijing - He Xiaojie and Little Beijing Bin at the Beijing Roast Duck Restaurant.

The gangsters gathered around their leader, Song Zhijun, like stars surrounding the moon. As they drank and drank, Song Zhijun glanced at He Xiaojie beside him and said, "Today, all the brothers from Beijing and Tianjin are gathering at Quanjude Roast Duck to enjoy roast duck. It's a happiest and most unforgettable day for us. I'd like to play matchmaker and help He Xiaojie find a partner. What do you think?"

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