At the dinner table, I took the opportunity to talk about the incident in the west of the city. Shorty patted his chest and said that he would take care of the matter, and told me to go ahead and fight with the other gravel factory without worry.
Since we were the ones who came to provoke them, we chose to fight near the gravel factory in the west of the city. Because the short mule said he would take care of it, we only brought more than 30 people with us, while the other party was from our village and casually called over 100 tribesmen. In the open space next to the gravel factory, a very sharp contrast was formed. At this moment, there was no news about the short mule.
“Damn, I’m not going to be fooled, am I?” Ye Zhan crossed his arms beside him, and although he said that, his tone was still indifferent.
Brick was throwing bricks at the side: "What are you afraid of? There are only a few of them. We will beat them anyway." This guy is always so confident.
The leader on the opposite side was a bald old man, who was shirtless in the lukewarm weather, deliberately showing a dragon on his chest to show that he had been a gangster when he was young. The old man said leisurely, "Are all your people here?"
"All." I said honestly.
"Hehe." The old man counted on his fingers, "People from the south of the city want to step into the territory of the north of the city. Aren't they afraid of taking too big a step and getting their balls hurt?"
As he spoke, he walked slowly over with his men. It was obvious that there were no professional thugs on the other side, but the people holding hoes and sickles looked quite fierce, and they should be a group of people who were used to being arrogant in the village.
At this moment, a car drove over from the village and stopped between the two gangs with a "bang". The bald old man cursed: "A good dog doesn't block the road, get out of my way!"
Then the car door opened, and a tall man walked out, wearing a pair of black sunglasses on his nose, which matched his temperament very well. He looked like Schwarzenegger in "Terminator", full of steely tough guy aura. When the bald old man saw this man, his eyes widened and he stammered, "Shan... Brother Shan."
The other tribesmen obviously did not know this person, and they asked each other: "Who is this?" Someone who knew the situation said: "This is Ma Weishan, the overlord of the underworld in the west of the city, Ma Weishan's wife, she is addicted to stealing you!" As soon as this name came out, there was immediate silence on the other side, not even a single person was speaking, but the sound of the bald old man's teeth chattering was very loud.
"Are you fucking tired of living?" Ma Weishan walked towards the bald old man. The bald old man's legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't move a step. He didn't move, and the people behind him didn't dare to move either. We all laughed and watched the joke.
Just as Ma Weishan was walking over there, the other door of the middle car opened, and a short, ugly man got out and walked towards us with a smile. As he walked, he pointed his thumb over his shoulder and said, "The boss from the west city is here. These bastards will definitely be finished. Don't worry."
I smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Mule."
Only the city lords had the honor to invite Ma Weishan. The short mule came over and put his hand on my shoulder, as if we were very familiar with each other. At this time, Ma Weishan also walked up to the bald old man, raised his hand and slapped him several times.
"roll."
The bald old man turned and ran as if he had been granted amnesty. When he ran, more than a hundred tribesmen followed him. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. This is what it means. Ma Weishan came alone and still scared away more than a hundred people. It's like collecting debts. If you go there, you can't get it, but if he goes there, he can get it, because he has a worse reputation than you. Ma Weishan's status in the west of the city is equivalent to my status in the upper part of the city.
After successfully driving away more than a hundred people, Ma Weishan came over again, still wearing those sunglasses. Without even looking at me, he said directly to the short mule: "Just these people? Is it worth my personal effort? Just send a little brother over here."
"Haha, different, different." The short mule tried to hook Ma Weishan's shoulder again. But he was short, so he had to stand on tiptoe to hook him. The short mule laughed and said, "Let me introduce you to someone, the leader of the South City Black Tiger Gang, Wang Hao, a young hero."
I immediately said, "Hello, Brother Shan."
Ma Weishan nodded and said indifferently, "Yeah." He was neither cold nor enthusiastic towards me. He came here for the short mule, not for me. So I had no problem with his treatment of me. I said politely, "Brother Shan, let's go have a meal together."
Ma Weishan said, "No, I have something else to do. Mule, let's go."
The short mule let go of my shoulders and said, "Brother, Lao Ma and I have something else to do, so we'll leave first. If you have anything else, just call me." Then he made a gesture of making a phone call.
"Okay, take care, brothers."
I watched them drive away, and then said to Ye Zhan and the others, "Let's go, let's go to the village again."
Those who can contract such a gravel factory in the village are either village officials or bullies. There are more types of the latter, and some are a combination of the two. We easily found the bald old man's house. More than 30 people filled his yard. This time, no one dared to besiege us. The news that Ma Weishan came in person had spread throughout the village.
I and a few key members entered the bald old man's home. The old man trembled as he poured tea for us. As he poured, he said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were Ma Weishan's man."
"It's okay." I said, "I'm also wrong for cutting in and stealing your business. How about this? From now on, we'll deliver the sand to the construction site separately. You deliver on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and I deliver on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I'll also deliver on Sundays. How about that!"
The old man was stunned. He must have thought that I would keep it all for myself, but he didn't expect that I would give him such a big benefit. In fact, it was just because our gravel factory in Jishi Village did not have such a large output, and it would definitely not be able to supply four urban areas at the same time. We were very satisfied with being able to achieve 100% sales. In this way, we could also do a favor to the bald old man, so that he would not do anything shady in the future. After all, it was someone else's territory, and if it was shady one day, we would not know who did it.
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