The next morning, Xu Xiangyang went to Qian Wenqing's place and asked him to continue the investigation.
However, he felt that some things were untrue, so he was skeptical of their investigation results.
After all, Cao Yajun is a cunning fox; who knows if he's setting a trap?
Xu Xiangyang hadn't gone to that suburban area before, for fear of being caught.
But catching him is definitely impossible; he has no space! They don't have it!
“Brother Xu, business on the black market hasn’t been good lately. I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe we’re being targeted.” Qian Wenqing said somewhat uneasily, “Their prices are much lower than ours. It’s probably a deliberate attempt to rip us off.”
This incident happened in the last two days. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but after what happened yesterday, he found out.
Xu Xiangyang looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Logically speaking, their prices are reasonable. If they were any lower, it would be impossible to make money on the black market. So what are they after?
If someone like him does business without any initial investment, he must make a profit no matter how much he sells.
But who can be like him?
Cao Yajun?
Xu Xiangyang intuitively felt that it was unlikely. After all, Cao Yajun's side had a lot of people and their expenses were already high. If they didn't make money, what would be the point of playing?
Qian Wenqing said, "I didn't care at first, but I found out yesterday that their group was always selling their goods at a slightly lower price than ours. If I lowered my price by one cent, they would lower theirs by one cent as well."
Isn't this obviously targeting people?
Xu Xiangyang thought for a moment, "Did you offend someone?"
Every place has its local bullies; maybe someone just doesn't like them, who knows?
Qian Wenqing shook his head. "I inquired beforehand. There's only one Master Jiang in the South District, but they don't have any goods, so they can't offer anything at a low price."
In the southern part of the city, he had already found out who the local bigwigs or influential people were.
However, this area was never a wealthy place; it was a slum.
Most of them are workers with limited purchasing power.
Therefore, the cornmeal that Xu Xiangyang brought out before sold particularly well, as did some other miscellaneous small items.
Although they don't earn as much money as before, their commission hasn't decreased much because the volume of goods has increased.
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but wonder, could it really have been Cao Yajun who did it?
He pursed his lips and then said, "Let's wait a couple of days. We won't lower the price. They want to compete, right? Then let's see how much they have."
This thing isn't inexhaustible; he just didn't believe that there were actually people like him who had a spatial ability.
Qian Wenqing naturally listened to him, so he nodded to show that he understood.
As he was about to leave, Xu Xiangyang stopped him, saying, "Give everyone a subsidy of five yuan a day until things return to normal."
He did this mainly to reassure everyone, because not everyone sees things as far ahead as he does.
Qian Wenqing was very puzzled. Even if the profits were not good these days, why give subsidies?
They've made money before, so what if they grow too greedy if we keep giving them this much?
"Brother Xu, this isn't right, it's only been two days." He couldn't help but speak up to persuade him.
Xu Xiangyang shook his head and replied, "Xiao Qing, you have to think about it. We still have many new people here. Sometimes we can't use harsh methods, right? Of course, we won't always tolerate this kind of behavior."
They only come to places like this because they have nowhere else to go. Who wouldn't want to go to a proper factory and work as a factory worker?
They have a secure job and can retire with a pension.
Their jobs are precarious; to put it bluntly, they could be arrested any day, and then who would care about them?
Therefore, sometimes giving a little something is better than using threats.
Qian Wenqing nodded, seemingly understanding what he meant.
Benefits will definitely be given, but whether they are taken for granted or received with gratitude depends on their wording.
Xu Xiangyang ate dinner with everyone here that evening, and bought a lot of cooked food and two chickens.
These newcomers have been here for over a month and have never eaten such a sumptuous meal.
Normally, we only stew meat with potatoes or something like that on holidays.
Two long wooden tables were placed together, which immediately seated about ten people.
Besides Xu Xiangyang, they now have a small team of eleven people.
Hei Zi, Dong Er, Xiao Lin, Lin Min, and Qian Wenqing—these five people, along with six newcomers, are all young people around eighteen or nineteen.
"Brother Qing, what's the occasion today? We're eating so well." Xiao Ping was also a newcomer, having been here for a month. Seeing so much delicious food, his eyes widened in amazement.
He's usually very talkative, always asking all sorts of questions, but nobody really says much about it.
Sometimes being talkative isn't a bad thing. At least you're very enthusiastic when selling products, and people can't resist buying a little. Selling products all depends on your mouth.
Qian Wenqing stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Oh, it's like this. You newcomers have been here for over a month now, so you know what's going on here."
Brother Xu has arranged a nice meal for everyone today, to help you relax. And of course, there's some good news to share.
He paused, looking at the others.
Everyone looked confused. Why aren't they saying anything yet?
"What good news? Brother Qing, why are you keeping us in suspense?" Xiao Ping asked impatiently.
Who wouldn't want to know if there's good news?
It's so hard to hear good news these days.
Qian Wenqing smiled and, seeing that everyone was anxious, leisurely said, "Because someone has been causing trouble in the past few days while we were selling goods, Brother Xu is being considerate and will give each of you a subsidy of five yuan per day."
This subsidy isn't free; you need to sell your goods well. Once things return to normal, this subsidy will stop.
Here's the money, but you have to do a good job.
Everyone was quite surprised, but even more so, they were happy.
They hadn't been working for very long, so naturally they wanted to buy grain when they had money. But money is finite, and if they sold less, it was hard for them to feel at peace.
Qian Wenqing added, "Don't be too happy yet. Although our place looks pretty good, with good food and drink, accommodation, and wages, we've provided a good environment for you."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Indeed, if it were a safe and long-term job, they would want to do it for the rest of their lives.
“But there’s no such thing as a free lunch,” Qian Wenqing said, pouring cold water on the situation. “You all know how dangerous this place is, but there’s another one. If you dare to cause trouble behind my back, I won’t say anything else, but you won’t be able to get out of the house the next day.”
"You may not understand, but you can try it and see the consequences. It doesn't matter!"
Having said that, the others looked at each other in bewilderment.
This job is indeed very dangerous; sometimes you have to be careful not to get caught.
But risk comes with great reward!
Compared to these things, everything else can truly be ignored.
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