As the former Left Envoy of the Demon Cult, Fang Zhiyi still has some connections.
When he saw Fang Zhiyi appear in his shop, Xiao Mile's narrowed eyes slightly raised.
"Left Envoy Fang, what brings you here?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't hesitate and sat down on a chair beside him: "I need your help."
"Oh? You actually still need my help? That's quite strange."
Fang Zhiyi threw out some silver coins: "Stop talking nonsense, I want you to send someone to follow this kid."
"Hmm?" Smiling Mile looked at the scattered silver on the table with a bad expression, and played with a pair of iron walnuts in his fat hands. "Is Fang Zuo Shi so destitute? I'm not here to ask around." His meaning was very clear. If he wanted him to do something, he had to pay him enough.
Fang Zhiyi also understood this, but he really had no money. Xiao Mile ran an underground intelligence network in the underworld, but his reputation was not very good because they would take any job for money. They were also the most suitable people for Fang Zhiyi who was short of manpower.
Fang Zhiyi gently placed his hand on the table, and the next moment, the table shattered!
Xiao Mi Le was slightly startled, his eyes widened a little, and after a moment he smiled and said: "I have heard that Fang Zuo Shi's martial arts have improved. After seeing him today, I have no regrets in my death."
Fang Zhiyi frowned, he didn't expect to run into such a tough guy. On the other side, he was also secretly surprised and laughed at Maitreya's intelligence network.
After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I really don't have any money right now. How about this? I have an idea that will make more money than your business. I'll let you invest 30% of the shares. Is that okay?"
Laughing Mile looked at the broken pieces of wood on the ground, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
Fang Zhiyi left at dawn, and Xiao Mi Le watched him leave with a shudder. Why hadn't he realized before that Fang Zhiyi had such a wicked mind? It was terrifying, truly terrifying. But thinking of Fang Zhiyi's promise, Xiao Mi Le's heart blossomed with joy. If he did as he said, he could retire in the future.
A few people headed by Jiang Rou were called to the city by Fang Zhiyi, saying that they were under the personal guidance of the principal, which made the other students in the martial arts school very envious. However, looking at the plaque behind him, no one understood what SF Express meant.
Fang Zhiyi said, "It's almost like an escort agency."
Everyone suddenly realized: "It's just an escort agency, not a courier."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "You're wrong. Although the escort agency is made up of people from the underworld, the business they do is high-end business. But if it were you..." He pointed at Zhao Yang, "Do you have the money to let the escort agency send you something?"
Zhao Yang shook his head. The escort agency was so expensive, how could he possibly afford it?
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "So we do express delivery, and after receiving the express fee, we will carry out long-distance transportation to ensure the safety of the goods."
Mei Ruoxue asked, "But if the journey is far, won't we lose money?"
At this time, Jiang Rou interrupted and said, "The fee is based on the distance!"
"Very good. We won't just set off after collecting one piece of goods. We need to calculate the cost." Fang Zhiyi looked at Jiang Rou approvingly. This girl was the material for business. He explained, "We won't set off until we have collected one or two carriages. We will assign carriages according to the direction. Do you understand?"
Everyone suddenly understood, and they looked at Fang Zhiyi with admiration. A master is a master. Not only is he good at martial arts, he also seems to be good at making money.
The lion dance team attracted a lot of people to watch.
"Shunfeng Express?" someone read out the words on the plaque.
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