Friendship Avenue is very wide, with six lanes in total from north to south. There is a non-motorized vehicle lane next to it, and there are tropical trees such as palm trees on the roadside.
There are tall buildings on both sides of the road, each one more luxurious than the other, and luxury cars everywhere. Due to the tax gap, luxury cars here are very cheap, some are only one-third of the normal price.
Two or three Rolls-Royces drove past here side by side, a scene rarely seen in the country.
This place is only five kilometers away from the bar that Bai Song and the others went to this morning.
The economy in X is very distorted. There is only one main business, and the rest are all derivative economies. Anything that has nothing to do with derivative economies is dirty and messy.
At this moment, Bai Song and the other man were wearing ordinary clothes and looked a little shabby, but they didn't look like they were easy to bully.
After crossing this street and leaving the main road, the rest of the place looks pretty ordinary.
It was about four in the afternoon, and the number of people on the street gradually increased. The nightlife here was very rich, and as long as you had money, you could enjoy the best services. Many shops opened at this time and stayed open until six in the morning.
There is a pretty good shop here, it's a serious business. Besides introducing people to some places, its main business is running a supermarket.
"Here we go again." The female boss and Bai Song knew each other's identities at this time: "What do you want to buy?"
"Bread," Bai Song said, "A cheap one will do."
"You are growing up, how can you only eat bread?" The female boss ignored Bai Song and stared at Wang Huadong: "Look at how thin you are. Are you free tonight? I will treat you to a drink. You don't have anything else to do today."
"I'm different from them," Wang Huadong said, "We will definitely win a lot of money, and I'll treat you to a drink then!"
"You guys really know how to have fun. I've met all kinds of people over the years, but you guys are rare." The female boss hit a wall again, but she didn't care: "There are so many bosses coming here, some with millions or tens of millions. Last time I met one, he was from the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce, very rich. He said he had dinner with their president, the one with the surname Ma, but he lost in the end..."
"You're already so rich, what's the point of doing this?" Bai Song couldn't help but ask.
"Sitting at that table, I am the same as you all." The boss has seen it too many times: "It has been more than ten years. I used to sit at the table, but now... I can't enjoy it anymore. I have a heart disease and I can't stand the excitement. I am not like you young people who are in good health..."
"Haha," Bai Song said, "Boss, pay the bill. We're leaving."
"Go ahead, go ahead. If you win tonight, come and see me, my best sister. She has some new tea recently..." The female boss waved her hand and said nothing more.
After Bai Song and the other person came out, they walked to a deserted place and squeezed all the bread they bought into balls. Soon, most of the bread in the bag was gone, and the bag looked empty.
It's not a big deal to damage the bread packaging here. All the bread here must contain a lot of cheap preservatives, and it can still be kept for at least five days after opening the packaging in this warm and humid environment.
The female owner of this store has a crush on Wang Huadong, but this crush is not as strong as she shows. This boss likes money more, and the so-called crush is more like a fake.
Here, appearance can be equated with money, whether it is a beautiful woman or a handsome man.
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The characters of Bai Song and Wang Huadong here are very simple, two gamblers, so-called unique gamblers.
They claimed that they had brought tens of thousands of dollars, but there was a limit on the card and they could only take out one thousand dollars a day. The two of them took the one thousand and went there. If they could make half a million dollars, they would stop. If they lost money, they would leave and come back tomorrow.
Even the female boss said that this method was good, but it was just a polite remark. In fact, the boss has seen how it was played and was just praising it casually. Anyway, this place does not believe in methods, but only in luck and courage.
Walking down a street, there are some newly built two- or three-story houses. The construction method is very simple, using the most common red bricks. Some of them have huge Chinese characters "Paolou" written on them. Bai Song knows that every room here can play Animal video 24 hours a day.
"Boss, come over here, I wish you smooth sailing and great success!"
"Boss, we have new tea here..."
Several groups of people tried to recruit Bai Song and the other man. In their eyes, everyone at that time had money.
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Ignoring all this, the two men walked around for a few hundred meters and then a while. The place seemed a little more desolate, and they arrived at a noodle shop.
"Boss, two bowls of noodles, how much is one bowl?" Bai Song asked.
"Ten dollars, two bowls for twenty," said the boss.
"Okay," Bai Song searched his two pockets, found a ten-dollar bill and two five-dollar bills, and handed them to the boss.
"Okay, wait a minute." The boss took the money and started to cook noodles. Then he chatted with Bai Song and the others: "You two look unfamiliar. Do you live nearby?"
"I followed my parents out to do some business, but I haven't made any money yet. Things on the street are too expensive, so I looked around and saw a noodle shop, so I came here." Bai Song said, "The boss has an accent, he must be from the south."
"I've been here for seven or eight years. It doesn't matter where my home is." The boss didn't want to talk about his past. "What kind of business do you guys do here? I know a lot of people. Maybe I can help. Of course, I can also make some money, right?"
"This is not about tea money," Bai Song shook his head, "My family doesn't allow us to talk about it. It's hard to make money now. Big brother, please understand."
"What's so hard to understand about this?" The boss said he had seen too many big things: "There are only three ways to make money here, I don't even have to guess."
"Hahaha, look," Wang Huadong said with a smile, "I can't even fool the boss with this, let alone say this. If I tell you, you might even know him. How can I say this?"
"Young man, your words are really interesting." The boss knew that the two would not say anything else, so he stopped asking and started chatting with the people at another table.
The table next to Bai Song is quite strange. They are drinking in the noodle shop. It sounds like they are working here.
The people working here are really different. Some of them work as "lighters" (shills) next to the card tables and earn hundreds of thousands of yuan a month. Some of them collude with the local gangs and lend money out, making a lot of money. Of course, there are other jobs besides these, such as sweeping the floor and cooking.
Of course, there are no people here who just sweep the floor and cook. These people are also intermediaries at all times, intermediaries from all walks of life - although there are only three industries here.
Those who drink too much here have lost a lot of money, but they don’t owe any debts. They are considered to be the best group of people in this place.
There are three types of people in this place. The first type is the ones who have lost everything, the second type is the ones who borrowed money and ruined their family after losing everything, and the third type is the ones who have won money.
In fact, the third type of people are temporary, and they will continue to become the first, second, and third types of people. There are also people who win again, but they are too few, and the stories of these people will become legends and inspire more people to come.
"I've seen through it, I'm ready to go back," one of the men said, "Brother, I advise you to stop and don't borrow money to do it."
"I have no choice. I have already borrowed more than 300,000 yuan. I can't go back. I just have to take a gamble. If I win, I will go back. If I lose, let me die." It is obvious that there is no turning back for this man.
"Brother, listen to me. You feel like there is no way back now, but in a few days, you will dream of returning to today." This man, who may have drunk too much, said something philosophical.
Bai Song glanced sideways. The person who said this obviously could still be saved and might become something great in the future.
"Today..." He drank a mouthful of wine and said, "I am unwilling to accept this!"
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Bai Song and the other guy came here just in time for dinner. There were quite a few people visiting this restaurant, and the boss asked almost every one of them about their general situation.
Most of the people who come here to eat are those who lost money in gambling and have no money to go to high-end places. None of them deserves sympathy, but the content of everyone's conversation is information to Bai Song.
There is definitely something wrong with this store. Bai Song heard about this store from Hou Peng. Hou Peng and Hou Fangyuan had also been here before and felt that the boss was weird.
Bai Song didn't know that Hou Peng had been here once before leaving Place X. He had gotten to know the area a little bit these days, so he came here to eat.
The two of them hadn't eaten well in the past few days, so today was considered an improvement in their meals. Based on their current appetite, they could probably eat three bowls each, but they didn't act like they were very hungry. They just ate slowly and only had one bowl.
Not much useful information was heard here, but Bai Song used the equipment on his body to record the video of the noodle shop owner.
After leaving here, they bought some high-calorie foods at a nearby store, then walked more than a kilometer and bought some compressed biscuits. The two of them wandered around until the evening, replenished enough supplies, and then returned to their residence.
"No one has come in," Wang Huadong checked and nodded.
"Well," Bai Song took out the things from his body bit by bit, and then placed them randomly in different places in the room.
"Let me report." Wang Huadong took out a small device from the ceiling, turned it on, and then used it to send an encrypted message to Wang Liang.
Today's situation and intelligence report were sent first, followed by the video recorded by Bai Song.
Today's technology is still very advanced, and it was sent over in a short time. Wang Liang compared it and found out the identity of the noodle shop owner through facial recognition. He was the mastermind of a murder case in southern Henan Province nine years ago and had been wanted.
This news is exciting!
There is a murderer on the run, and this alone will make things very easy for the diplomatic department. In the past, this would have been enough, but now it is not enough, and more clues are needed. We cannot just alert the enemy, as this would be irresponsible for the safety of Bai Song and his men.
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