At 11:50, Mr. He rode his tricycle to the chess and card room to deliver food.
He Wenlin was worried, so she followed behind.
It wasn't that she didn't trust He's father, but He Wenlin's family had a grudge against Song Bo. Now that her family had some money, she was afraid that Song Bo would set a trap to lure her father into gambling and scheme against him.
Another point is that these days are quite chaotic, and gamblers who lose too much are prone to harboring malicious intentions, which He Wenlin is worried will cause trouble.
Her house had been robbed before, and now that there's a card and mahjong parlor, the people there are even more complicated. People who lose money gambling often steal, rob, or assault others, and there are quite a few news reports about it.
The fast food needs to be delivered to the second floor. It's impossible for Mr. He to carry 25 portions by himself. Usually, he has to make two trips to carry them upstairs. Today, He Wenlin is coming with him, so the father and daughter can make one trip.
"Boss Ye, the fast food has been delivered to you." Mr. He placed the fast food on the table against the wall.
Ye Jun turned his head to look at He's father, his gaze falling on He Wenlin: "Mr. He, is this your daughter?"
Mr. He proudly introduced, "Yes, this is my daughter, Linlin."
"Hello, Mr. Ye," He Wenlin greeted him politely.
He Wenlin took the opportunity to look around. The two rooms were filled with five mahjong tables.
The whole room was filled with smoke and the smell was very unpleasant.
At this moment, the man sitting next to Ye Jun said, "Boss He, your daughter is back now. Have your best friend cook this afternoon. Why don't you come and play a few rounds with us?"
Others chimed in, "That's right. Cooking every day is so tiring. You need to relax occasionally. Come here and play a few rounds. If you're lucky, you might even earn more than you do selling boxed lunches."
Some people even said directly, "I'll be waiting for you this afternoon."
He Wenlin felt very uncomfortable after hearing these words.
He's father took the hundred yuan Ye Jun gave him, gave him thirty yuan in change, and then said with a smile, "There's a lot going on at the shop, and besides, I don't know how to play this game, so you guys should win more, okay?"
After saying that, He's father led He Wenlin out of the chess and card room, only to run into Tang Wei, who was coming upstairs, at the stairwell.
Mr. He smiled and called out, "Boss Tang."
"Boss He."
He Wenlin was momentarily shocked upon seeing Tang Wei.
Because she saw him with Xiao Liru this morning, and their intimacy suggested they were definitely not a normal couple.
As soon as they left the card and mahjong parlor, He Wenlin asked her father, "Dad, was that the owner of the card and mahjong parlor?"
"Yes, this guy is pretty impressive. He used to drive a taxi, but now he's partnered with someone to open a card and mahjong parlor. Many of the people playing cards here today are former taxi drivers and motorcycle taxi drivers."
Upon hearing the words "taxi" and "motorcycle taxi," He Wenlin finally remembered!
She looked at Mr. He excitedly and asked, "Did he play cards at our house and order a table of food, saying it was for a friend who was building a house for us?"
Mr. He nodded: "Yes, it's them."
He Wenlin suddenly had a flash of insight!
No wonder she thought he looked familiar.
I've seen them before!
He Wenlin finally understood what that strange feeling she had been having before was!
"Dad, do you remember that woman who had a falling out with me at the Lotus Supermarket last time?"
"You mean Mr. Zhang's sister-in-law?"
"Yes, that man was that woman's husband."
"This Mr. Tang seems quite polite and generous, I never would have guessed he had such a shrewish wife."
"Dad, has Boss Tang ever asked you to play cards?" He Wenlin asked.
"I did call for it, but I didn't come. I don't know how, and I'm busy too."
"Dad, we have a grudge against his wife. Do you think he might retaliate against us?"
"I don't think so. It's such a small thing. Would someone be so petty? You're overthinking it."
"But I don't think it's good."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Dad, do you know what a junket operator is?"
"I don't know, what do you mean?"
"For example, in a casino, some people are responsible for attracting gamblers to turn to the dark side, which is called 'hijacking'; some people are responsible for providing chips, which is called lending; and some people are responsible for collecting debts later. If all these jobs are done by one person, then this is called 'junket operator'. Do you remember the 'pig butchering scam' I told you about before?"
He's father looked at He Wenlin and said, "You're not trying to say that they're the butchers and I'm the pig, are you?"
"It's not impossible, Dad. Better safe than sorry. Besides, we have a grudge against the landlord of that card room and against Xiao Liru. If they're really after us, they must know our background. You might as well observe them quietly. If they keep asking you to play cards, there's probably something wrong. I heard a boss say that he fell victim to a 'pig butchering scam' and lost more than 400,000 yuan in two nights."
When Mr. He heard the number, he was startled.
Now He Wenlin is even considering reporting it.
However, if you're going to report it, you have to do it discreetly, otherwise you'll be in trouble if you get retaliated against.
Another reason she wanted to know was whether it was a coincidence or if the other party's household was specifically targeting her family.
Mr. He didn't say anything, he kept thinking about this question, and the father and daughter returned to the store with heavy hearts.
Upon seeing He Wenlin, Lin Fei hurriedly waved to her, "Linlin is back, wait a moment."
Lin Fei turned to He Wenlin and said, "Zhou Libo said there's a stall at the night market that used to sell bags, but they've closed it down. Do you want to go check it out?"
He Wenlin quickly took the microphone from Lin Fei: "Brother Zhou, this is Linlin. Is that stall big? Is it enough to sell noodles and other things?"
"That's enough, but it won't be enough if you want to set up tables for dine-in."
"Why would the night market offer dine-in service? Definitely not. I'll come and check it out after the evening rush hour."
"Okay, just come find me then. I'll still be selling rice balls in the same spot."
"Thank you, Brother Zhou."
...
After hanging up the phone, Mr. He asked, "You're going to set up a stall at the night market to sell noodles? Who's going? Who can sell them?"
“We won’t sell noodles, but we’ll sell braised potatoes and fried skewers. We can hire people over there to make them,” He Wenlin said. “Let’s go take a look first, and if it’s suitable, then we’ll rent it.”
The profit margin for snack businesses is extremely high, making night markets the perfect place to sell them.
But right now, the most important thing isn't setting up a stall, but Tang Wei and his group.
When delivering the food today, He Wenlin could sense that these people had probably called her "Dad" many times, so He Wenlin had to be on guard.
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