Zhou Mingli took the books to two other places in Beijing, and sold all fifty copies with almost no effort.
"Brother, did you buy these materials from a bookstore in advance? You've got some connections! Can you tell me which printing factory printed them?"
"Brother, if you have a way to make money, you can't keep it all to yourself. Being a speculator is not an easy job."
After Zhou Mingli sold a booklet, a sharp-eyed person approached him and whispered a question.
Zhou Mingli put the bag of money into the hidden pocket inside his chest, seemingly oblivious to his threat. "How would I, an ordinary person, have the connections to do this? I just do what others tell me to do."
The man looked him up and down.
Zhou Mingli was wearing clothes that weren't very bright, and because they were for work, there were obvious patches on the cuffs.
Zhou Mingli took out two copies from the booklet and handed them to the other party, saying, "If you want to do this, here you go, you can print it yourself."
"However, you'd better avoid the local police, or they'll catch you."
The man scoffed, "You have the nerve to talk back to me? Aren't you afraid of getting arrested yourself?"
Zhou Mingli smiled calmly, "Didn't I tell you? I'm just an ordinary person, I don't have the connections to do these things."
"I was just selling it for someone else, why would the local police arrest me?"
The man was stunned.
He had been secretly observing Zhou Mingli for a long time, and this man certainly hadn't been avoiding the police much.
Could it be... that this business... was set up by the higher-ups themselves?
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