The scene at the shop was quite chaotic, with drug-sniffing dogs searching everywhere.
Zhang Fan looked outside. The backpack he had thrown hundreds of meters away was now gone; it had just been taken by an old man who collected scraps.
Seeing this scene, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, I was afraid they would go outside to look for it and then say that I threw it out. If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason. So I have to thank that old man.
Wenhao led his men to search inside and out, using various testing instruments, but they still couldn't find any flour.
Did Xue Ren provide false information?
The items couldn't have been disposed of so quickly; they're still sending people out to search for them.
They brought drug-sniffing dogs and various inspection equipment, but they still couldn't find them anywhere!
Wenhao walked in and pointed at Zhang Fan: "Tell me honestly, where is the flour?"
flour?
Zhang Fan looked completely innocent: "I don't know! I don't eat flour. What's wrong with you all? Why did you bring so many people here looking for flour?"
No flour?
So what can we do? We can't just arrest them directly.
What did Xue Ren do?
The literary giant stormed off with his men, arriving with great fanfare but leaving in a sorry state.
Xue Ren watched Wenhao leave, and he was also very puzzled. He was just watching a short film, so why wasn't anyone arrested?
The backpack was found, and they even told us its exact location.
Now the evidence should be conclusive, so arrest them.
Then just get that kid to sign it in jail.
What exactly happened?
Soon after, Zhong Jiahao called.
"Xue Ren, where is the flour?"
Where's the flour? I threw it in.
"Brother Jiahao, I threw it in there myself. It's inside, why aren't you arresting him?"
Xue Ren took the phone and quickly turned off the pornographic video, otherwise the sound would be constant.
"Your mother's things are missing, Xue Ren. Let me tell you, you better hand over that flour obediently, or you'll be terrified of what I, Zhong Jiahao, can do!"
The flour in that schoolbag was meant for delivery, and I was hoping to make use of it, but I can't find it.
If we can't deliver the goods by then, we'll be finished too!
Zhong Jiahao was convinced that Xue Ren had eaten his flour!
Does he think he's a fool, daring to touch my things?
Xue Ren was dumbfounded; he hadn't touched the flour.
It really went in.
Someone can testify that when Xue Ren looked at his younger brother, he saw that his brother had run away to fight that old man.
What should we do then?
It seems I really have no evidence!
this?
What happened to the flour?
I clearly put it in.
shop.
Zhang Fan felt like he had escaped a disaster; these people's methods were getting more and more sophisticated.
They actually used flour to frame someone.
These people are really hard to guard against.
Outside the shop.
Hu Dajun arrived with a group of people.
Recently, the warehousing company closed for the holidays due to demolition, leaving the villagers with nothing to do but still receiving their wages.
They felt bad about it and now want to go back to farming.
The young master is in such a difficult situation right now, we shouldn't add to his troubles.
Hu Dajun shrugged, indicating that he had no choice but to come over; these people were the ones who wanted to.
With so many people in the entire warehousing company, including hundreds of security guards, it's basically the Zhang family paying to employ idle people.
Fortunately, these so-called idle people still know how to repay kindness.
"It's good that you're here. You've been feeling restless lately since you haven't been working. I have a small notebook with some natural herbs recorded in it. Many of you used to do farm work, so you have experience searching for medicinal herbs."
"Now we'll give you the same guaranteed base salary as you would at the warehousing company. Then you'll find medicinal herbs according to the booklet above. Once you find them, you'll get a commission. The more precious the herb, the higher the commission. If you're lucky, earning hundreds of thousands or even millions a month is not a problem."
Zhang Fan had already calculated everything.
Now we plan to continue to develop and expand the pharmacy. To open a pharmacy, you must have enough natural medicinal materials. The reason why the Beauty Pill cannot be mass-produced is because there are not enough medicinal materials.
Since these villagers felt embarrassed to take wages for nothing, let them help me find medicinal herbs.
The difference between cultivated and natural medicinal herbs is enormous, so finding medicinal herbs also requires a sufficient number of people.
"You can also get your relatives to help with the search, and then have the mute girl compile the list. We'll pay salaries on the first of every month!"
Zhang Fan glanced at the female accountant standing to the side.
She was taken aback. She had come to resign; she couldn't just take the money and not do any work, and she couldn't put pressure on Zhang Fan.
Everyone now knows that Wanfu Group is going through bankruptcy proceedings.
"Now you can rest assured. I told you, Brother Fan always has a way. If you listen to Brother Fan, you'll always make a fortune. Go back now. I'll take the pamphlets and print them out. Just wait and see how rich you get."
Hu Dajun waved his hand, signaling everyone behind him to go back.
The boss has his own plans.
Only then did everyone turn and leave. Since the pharmacy was about to open and needed medicinal herbs, they would go and find them!
Many people had previously been searching for medicinal herbs for the Zhang family; this was truly one of their strengths.
"Dajun, let's arrange for the elderly in your families who have difficulty finding medicinal herbs to work as security guards."
Zhang Fan gave a brief explanation.
Hu Dajun nodded.
But aren't there a few more security guards now?
The company is gone, there's nowhere to protect us anymore.
Are there too many idle people these days?
"What do you know? I'm going to start a big company in the future, and what I need are people. It's better to be prepared."
Zhang Fan knew what Hu Dajun was thinking.
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