Chapter 7 Ten Thousand Plans



"Alright, I called you here today to pay salaries, not to listen to your nonsense. It's payday. When my parents were alive, it was never delayed by a single day. Now that I'm in charge, your salaries will still be paid on time."

"Tiezhu, have people line up and come in. Once they get the money, they can sign the papers."

Zhang Fan gave the order.

I just made several million from gambling on jade; that's almost enough to pay my salary this month.

Many of the employees in the entire warehousing company are disabled, and if they lost their jobs, they really wouldn't be able to support themselves.

Just because they gave us all their savings to support us, it's worth keeping them working at the warehousing company.

Looking at the list, Zhang Fan noticed that the employees' income was quite considerable. The mute girl's parents earned over 7,000 yuan a month, plus social insurance and housing fund benefits. In other companies, they wouldn't even get a fraction of that income.

They can't even clean properly, who would want them?

"Brother Zhang, let's not send money to the rest of us. We'll just spend it on karaoke and drinking anyway. You should save it for now and wait until the company gets through this difficult time."

Hu Dajun came out and said, "The company is short of funds right now, and Brother Zhang didn't inherit any family property, so this money is definitely not enough."

Zhang Fan looked at Hu Dajun. In his previous life, Hu Dajun had followed him to cause trouble for Liu Yan. Later, when Zhang Fan was imprisoned, Hu Dajun led a group of people to break him out of prison. The outcome was predictable.

Zhang Fan was very grateful to these brothers.

"If you go out and have less fun, you'll have money, and your dad won't beat you anymore. Stop talking nonsense. The money is yours to spend as you see fit."

Zhang Fan said fiercely.

Hu Dajun scratched his head.

“Brother Zhang, if all else fails, there are so many of us. It’s great to be in the underworld. Look at the other gangs, they’re doing pretty well. I’m not good at anything else, but don’t worry, I’m definitely very brave when it comes to fighting.”

Hu Dajun always felt that he hadn't made any significant contributions while working.

If you're involved in the underworld, then you've made a contribution.

Collecting protection money or something like that is what I'm good at.

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