People who are involved in the underworld are particularly particular about appearance.
The worst standard configuration is a second-hand mink or a big fake watch. The better one has to be equipped with an N-hand car that retains its value and looks impressive, and can be sold N+1 times at any time.
In addition to appearance, there are also classic words:
"I have made dozens or hundreds of dollars doing business in the past few years..."
"I have lost dozens or hundreds of dollars doing business in the past few years..."
You can say anything about the numbers at the end, but you should say a little more within your approximate range to make it seem like your business is not small.
You can't say too much, or it will seem fake; and you can't say too little, or it will seem shameless.
As for whether you make a profit or a loss, it depends on your current state.
When the truck is running, they say they have made a profit; when it is not running, they say they have lost money...
Something that is tacitly understood.
Although Fu Bin, represented by Wang Huadong, has been out for a short time and has not paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation in two years, he is not worried about being investigated.
boast?
Can we call this bragging? Isn't it just talking and chatting among good brothers?
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I entered here very smoothly, and both parties signed a "labor contract". The so-called contract was a printed copy of a piece of A4 paper. In addition to stipulating a monthly salary of 4,000 yuan, there were a few sentences that were Ctrl+V'd from some website.
Wang Huadong looked carefully to make sure the money was correct, then he signed the two words "Fu Bin" crookedly.
He didn't even read the contract carefully. Anyway, it was signed by Fu Bin, so what does it have to do with me, Wang Huadong?
You can barely make out these two characters, but they are ugly. For someone who has good drawing skills, learning a font is easy.
"Okay, after signing the contract, just give it a try." The bald man said, "Today is the 26th, and there are still five days until the end of the month. During these five days, I'll make... 100 yuan a day. Starting next month, I'll calculate based on this salary. I'll pay the previous month's salary on the 15th of each month, and I'll pay the extra bonuses in installments. Is that okay?"
"What kind of bonus is there?" Wang Huadong pointed at the car and said, "You have seen my driver's license. I can only drive a small van like this."
"Don't think about that now, we'll talk about it later." The bald man said, "Sit down and rest for a while, I'll call you if there's work. They all ran out this morning, I'll call you if there's anything else."
"Okay." Wang Huadong spat and wiped his mouth with his hand. Then he took out a box of Yunnan Yunnan cigarettes from his other pocket and handed one to the people next to him.
"It's ok, just smoke it." A few guys practiced waving their hands. The guy wiped the spit with his hands after spitting, who dared to take it?
Seeing that the situation was not harmonious, the bald man immediately took out a box of Zhonghua cigarettes, handed one to Wang Huadong, and then distributed it to several people in the room.
Wang Huadong didn't care. He put the Yunnan Yunnan cigarettes back into the box one by one, then sniffed the side of the cigarette he took and lit it for himself.
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Bai Song doesn't smoke, and Wang Huadong isn't much of a smoker either, but he has to smoke for this mission. To him, it doesn't matter how good the cigarettes are; they all make him cough.
Fu Bin loves to smoke. When he was in the cell, he could still get a few cigarettes a day, but Fu Bin always snatched other people's cigarettes. Fu Bin also told others that he smoked three packs of cigarettes a day when he was outside.
This actually complements his habit of spitting. For Wang Huadong, smoking in this way is the most difficult to learn, but there is no other way but to smoke more.
After Wang Huadong came here, he was considered an outsider. He chatted with everyone about all sorts of things, and then the boss and others went back.
They went to receive the people from the Transportation Committee and just came back.
When the boss came back, except for those who were out working, basically everyone in this small company was in this room, a total of 11 people.
When I heard that new people were hired, the boss was a little surprised. It has been getting more and more difficult to recruit people recently. A few new drivers have come, and they look like good people. They can't be hired.
After chatting with "Fu Bin" for a few sentences, he felt that everyone generally had an aversion to Fu Bin. The boss was very satisfied, thinking that this person was definitely not a good person and was capable of taking on important tasks.
Not long after returning, the bald guy looked at his phone and said, "There's a moving job."
"You handle it." The boss didn't say much and just left.
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There are quite a lot of cargo transportation here. Transporting counterfeit currency is an occasional thing, and legitimate transportation accounts for more than 90%. These drivers are not as rich as imagined, and after all, they are not drug dealers.
However, moving is still the job that everyone is most reluctant to do. The main task of this job is not driving, but moving.
Why would these people be willing to move it?
Moving some large items is very heavy and requires some skill. If you want to carry a large refrigerator by yourself, you need some technical skills.
"Xiao Hou, take Xiao Bin with you and drive the 332." The bald man arranged.
"OK……"
Xiao Hou didn't want to go, but there was nothing he could do since his position here was indeed not very high.
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After getting the list and keys, Xiao Hou took Wang Huadong out of the house and got into a van with the license plate number 332.
After starting the car, Xiao Hou took a photo of the fuel gauge with his mobile phone and sent it to the WeChat group.
"In such a crappy place, they even stare at the fuel gauge?" Wang Huadong opened the car window and spat.
"Okay, Brother Bin, you have a sharp eye." Xiao Hou immediately had a better impression of Wang Huadong: "But this trip is not a good thing. I saw the address. This time we are moving out of the sixth floor of an old building... Well... Fortunately, the house we are moving to has an elevator."
"Then let us do it, what's the point? Can we move it? This place is not hiring drivers, it's hiring migrant workers!" Wang Huadong immediately expressed his dissatisfaction when he heard this. (Note: Migrant workers waiting for temporary work on the roadside, including carpenters, bricklayers, and building porters, a slightly discriminatory name.)
"Hey, not really. Don't worry, Brother Bin." Xiao Hou was used to being bullied, so he was quite happy to hear Fu Bin say that. "Just listen to me and work hard here. Sometimes there are some side jobs here, and the income is not bad."
"Outside work? What does that mean?" Wang Huadong immediately showed interest.
"Hey..." Xiao Hou had already driven the car out, "You'll know later."
"Is there anything you can't say?" Wang Huadong felt it was boring and leaned back: "I don't think this will last long."
Xiao Hou didn't say much.
Wang Huadong understood that there must be surveillance cameras in the car.
This is normal. There is no company car without GPS, so it is normal to have monitoring or recording.
Xiao Hou is actually more anxious than Wang Huadong.
He especially hoped that Fu Bin could stay. After all, Fu Bin was not well-liked and would definitely not join forces with others. He still had a friendship with him for half a year, so staying would only benefit him. However, Wang Huadong obviously felt that this job was not very good and was ready to leave. This was not a good thing.
Let’s talk about it when we move later.
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