If their little stall attracts the attention of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, the entire black market will be implicated.
Upon hearing this, Liu Qing panicked: "Brother Sun, you're a good person, please make an exception. I have elderly parents to take care of and children to raise, and I'm the only one supporting the family..."
Her eyes reddened, and she almost bowed to him.
Life was finally getting a little better, and now this is just unbelievable.
"I'm telling you, get out of here right now. If I see you here again tomorrow, I'll smash your stall!" Brother Sun said menacingly.
Liu Qing's knees buckled and she was about to kneel down when Yang Qingheng, who had been watching their conversation from a short distance away, quickly ran over and helped her up.
"Brother Sun, can I see your boss?" She smiled slightly, patted Liu Qing's hand, and gestured for her not to panic.
Brother Sun frowned and coldly refused: "No."
Yang Qingheng pulled out a few ten-yuan bills and forcefully stuffed them into his palm: "Brother Sun, it's just a small thing, please help me out."
Brother Sun squinted, weighed the money in his hand, and readily agreed: "Okay."
Liu Qing was stunned; she never expected this person to change their attitude so quickly.
"Let's pack up the stall first, we're not setting up today." Yang Qingheng nodded to her and followed Brother Sun.
After turning through several alleys, the two finally entered a secluded little mud house.
"Boss, the guy at the bag stall wants to see you." Brother Sun knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and a tall man came into view. He looked to be in his thirties and had a light-colored scar at the corner of his eye.
"Come in."
Yang Qingheng hesitated for a second and didn't go in: "I'll just say it here." It's spacious here, and there are residents all around. If something happens, she can still shout for help. If she goes in, she'll be trapped like a turtle in a jar.
They're quite vigilant.
Master Xu exhaled a smoke ring, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, showing interest. He readily agreed, "Alright, go ahead."
"I want to continue selling bags in your market," Yang Qingheng said directly, without wasting any time.
“No,” Master Xu stubbed out his cigarette and coldly refused, “You should know why. Our market won’t take that risk.”
Yang Qingheng sat up straight: "I can give you a commission."
"you say."
“I’ll give you a dollar commission for every bag I sell, as long as you let me continue to set up my stall here and help us cover for ourselves when the Bureau of Industry and Commerce comes to investigate,” Yang Qingheng offered as bait. “After observing us for so long, I think you know how much this commission is, Second Master.”
They receive at least 500 in commissions per month, which is one-third of their black market income. Even if each brother receives a share, it's still quite a lot.
Master Xu touched the edge of the stone table and slowly made a gesture: "One yuan and fifty cents, I can think about it."
It seemed he had anticipated her arrival. Yang Qingheng felt that her every move was being manipulated by him, which made her somewhat uncomfortable. However, she had no choice but to submit to his authority. Her bags had finally gained a relatively stable customer base here, and she was reluctant to give it up. Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth and reluctantly agreed.
Before leaving, he reminded him, "Second Master, 750 a month is not a small amount, and our turnover may continue to rise in the future."
Master Xu's eyes flickered slightly, clearly showing that he was somewhat tempted.
"Come over in three days and I'll get back to you."
No sooner had Yang Qingheng left than Song Hengjue came in carrying a cloth bag.
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