Goodness, it only cost six yuan when I was in elementary school; now it's selling for one yuan and twenty cents?
Finally seeing surprise on the fat man's face, Yang Weimin said smugly, "Don't complain about the price. This is one of a kind. Do you know where this stuff is made? Yunnan! You can't buy it in state-run stores at all; it's sold secretly..."
As soon as he said that, the fat man understood. Wasn't this the prototype of a middleman?
Do you know why they fight so desperately for people and territory? It's all for profit!
Whoever has the most people under their command and the most territory they control will make the most money.
They have people in all the major department stores, shops, and supply and marketing cooperatives.
People line up at the door as soon as it gets light, eager to be among the first to snap up those in-demand items.
After that, the money is collected and brought to Yang Weimin, who then resells it, easily making a 2-3 times profit!
Now you understand why even the police look down on those kids from privileged backgrounds, right?
Because the two sides are not on the same path at all.
Those kids from privileged backgrounds just had their hormones raging and nowhere to go; all they thought about was fighting or having sex.
At best, it's a potential security risk.
Yang Weimin and his gang, however, are a dynamic social organization that engages in smuggling, bullying, and market manipulation. They have become a force to be reckoned with and have caused great harm to society, so they must be eliminated!
The fat man looked at Yang Weimin and said, "What? Last time it was electronic parts, and now you want me to get you this again?"
Yang Weimin's expression was exaggerated: "Fatty, you've misunderstood me! You've really misunderstood me. Brother, we're all in this together, we all get rich together. Ask Golden Tiger how much he makes a month working for me?"
Golden Tiger, with an arrogant look on his face, said, "Let me tell you, you can earn way more than I do in this godforsaken place!"
Hey bastard, did you get the wrong script? Why are you stealing my lines?
The fat man said with a smirk, "Looks like a windfall really did fall from the sky today. Tell me, how are you going to make a fortune?"
Yang Weimin then took out a wad of cash from his bag: "Simple. I have a deal to make in a few days. Fatty, all you have to do is bring your men to support me. This money is a reward for your men's hard work."
After saying that, he took out another envelope and gently patted it: "These are just for you, brother. So, will you help me with this?"
The fat man weighed the envelope in his hand; it was worth at most eighty yuan. And the other things he had taken out earlier were worth at most twenty or thirty yuan.
He thinks he can bribe the steel mill's workers' disciplinary team with such a small amount of money? This bastard really thinks he's a beggar.
However, the fat man didn't refuse him outright. The police officer had already anticipated this, so he said to him, "You're not soft-spoken when it comes to food, and you're not soft-handed when it comes to arresting people."
After seeing Yang Weimin and his companion off, the fat man called the police officer and gave a full account of what had happened.
Because the policeman's words had a second part: "All spoils must be turned over to the public."
Over the phone, the police officer asked, "How much money is he planning to offer?"
"One hundred and twenty-eight yuan and forty-six cents."
"Goodness, there are both whole and odd amounts. Looks like you didn't set up an ambush."
The fat man said irritably, "Fine, I quit."
The police officer chuckled, "Alright, alright, keep the money safe, you can hand it over to the authorities later. I'll apply for a commendation for you from my superiors."
The fat man sighed on the phone: "Other leaders just make empty promises, but you've gone and directly painted me Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!"
"..."
On the second-to-last day before the operation, Shi Bowen came to Fatty's house again.
"Smiling Tiger came to me in a panic today, saying that Yang Weimin has been issuing invitations to all sorts of capable people under his command. He told them to just call on anyone they could use, and that he'd give them two yuan for each person they brought in!"
The fat man shook his head: "Looks like he's planning a full-blown fight over there. At this critical juncture, he's still being stingy. That's the extent of his character."
Shi Bowen hesitated, then the fat man glared at him and said, "Speak up if you have something to say!"
Shi Bowen then stammered, "Fatty, could you please let Smiling Tiger come back?"
"I know you value brotherhood, but the question is, is he willing to come back?"
The question, "Would he agree?" left Shi Bowen speechless.
Of course, the smiling tiger refused! This kid was still hopelessly addicted to the so-called "face" he was trying to maintain.
After all, they were Yang Weimin's old brothers. Although he no longer included them when there were benefits, he was still willing to rely on these old brothers when he needed them most.
The fat man sighed: "Keep a close eye on the Dragon-Capturing Tiger for me lately. That kid is stubborn, so don't let him cause any more trouble."
But what you fear most is what comes to pass.
That afternoon, Fatty received a call from Shi Bowen: "Fatty, something bad has happened! That guy, Qinlonghu, ran off with Jinmaohu. When I went to his house to look for him, I found a note he left for me. The address is..."
The fat man hung up the phone and rushed out of the office.
He picked up his whistle and blew it hard, shouting at the same time, "Everyone, assemble!"
After three whistles, more than ten people arrived. That was good enough. The fat man shouted to them, "Our comrade might be in danger! Grab your weapons and come with me to rescue him!"
The fat man led his men, and they rode bicycles as fast as they could, but they were still late...
When they were almost there, only Shi Bowen was still standing.
The guy was covered in blood, one hand gripping a broken wooden stick, the other dragging the unconscious Qinlonghu, fighting and retreating.
The guys on the other side who were fighting the hardest all had knives and were relentlessly attacking Shi Bowen, looking like they were fighting for their lives!
The fat man pedaled his bicycle hard twice, using the momentum to leap into the air and fly past Shi Bowen. He used his shield to block the knife that was thrust at him, and then smashed the man's bones with a backhand blow!
At the same time, he put the whistle in his mouth and blew it softly as he played it.
When they saw that it was the workers' militia, they chickened out and ran away with their friends.
Only the seven or eight toughest guys didn't back down; they charged at the fat man, clearly intending to kill him right there.
I know these people are ruthless, I know they are aggressive, and I know they fight like their lives depend on it; but no matter how much I know from movies and TV shows or from hearsay, it's not as shocking as seeing it with my own eyes!
The fat man was trembling all over, relying entirely on the muscle memory provided by his maxed-out combat skills to fight back.
I've lived for 60 years in total across my two lifetimes, and this is the first time I've encountered a situation like this.
Although I fought quite a few monsters in Stardew Valley, those monsters were all cartoonish and obviously fake.
Now it's all real! The fat man's adrenaline surged, and for the first time he truly understood the meaning of the word "battle".
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