That casual gesture was more chilling than pointing a gun at someone.
"No need! No need!"
Seeing this, Sun Xiaojin was terrified and quickly rushed out to smooth things over: "Abao! This boss means no harm! He just wants us to help him find someone!"
Bao Ge's gaze shifted to Zhao Heng's foul mouth.
Is this what you call no malicious intent?
Zhao Heng understood the meaning in Bao Ge's eyes, and roared inwardly: Haven't I suffered enough? Why do you have to torture me mentally again and again!
Just then, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand.
"Find Nianlong, five thousand yuan."
Those five words were like a thunderclap.
The group of thugs behind Bao Ge immediately erupted into suppressed chatter.
Five thousand yuan!
In an era when the average worker's monthly salary was only forty or fifty yuan, this amount of money was equivalent to a person's wages for ten years without eating or drinking!
"Boss, are you really going to give me five thousand?"
"If you really give me five thousand, we'll go find someone for you right now!"
Bao Ge's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly at these money-grubbing good-for-nothings.
A bright smile finally appeared on Zhang Cheng's face. He slowly stood up, put the pistol on the table back into his waistband, and strolled out of the private room.
"I'll wait here."
"Once the person is found, the money will be in your hands immediately, no questions asked."
"Okay! Let's go now!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, only three or four of Bao Ge's confidants remained behind him, holding iron rods and looking at each other in bewilderment.
Zhang Cheng walked to a mahjong table and sat down, casually picking up a mahjong tile and spinning it rapidly between his fingers.
He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"I know you're all feeling aggrieved and wish you could tear me to pieces."
"But I don't think it's necessary."
"I believe that no one would turn down money."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Brother Bao and the remaining few people.
"Or, you can wait until you leave here and then find someone to take revenge on me."
"But I'd like to offer a friendly reminder: we have guns."
"The people you've brought in should first ask themselves if they can put their own lives at risk."
"Or, you could spend a fortune to hire some real outlaws. But then again, how much would that cost? Do you have the money?"
Zhang Cheng chuckled lightly, his laughter filled with undisguised contempt.
"To put it bluntly, you've all sunk to gambling in this kind of run-down place, how much wealth can you possibly have?"
"By the way, you can also call the police."
He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Call the police to come and shoot us armed thugs dead on the spot."
"Oh, there's one last sentence."
Zhang Cheng's eyes suddenly turned cold.
“I have many brothers.”
When he does things, he likes to lay out all the pros and cons, all the choices, and all the consequences in front of the other party, letting them choose for themselves.
What he fears most is those brainless idiots who, in a moment of impulse, do something that makes everyone lose face.
Zhong Te serves as a cautionary tale.
After hearing these words, everyone present looked at each other in dismay, breaking out in a cold sweat.
This young man in front of me is terrifying.
He wasn't threatening; he was simply stating a fact, a fact they couldn't defy.
Sun Xiaojin's lips twitched violently. This kid's grasp of people's hearts was simply monstrous!
Faced with absolute power and enormous profits, that laughable sense of brotherhood and face is nothing!
"Door~ is it~ so~ bouncy~ that it shows the cricket's last wish, huh!"
Just then, Zhao Heng, who had been covering his mouth, spoke indistinctly.
"What the heck?" Zhang Cheng blinked, not understanding.
He looked at Sun Xiaojin: "What's your local dialect?"
Sun Xiaojin shook his head blankly: "I didn't understand either!"
Zhao Heng panicked, rushed to the small counter next to him, grabbed the accounting notebook and pencil, and quickly wrote down a line.
Dude, can I go to the hospital to get checked out first?
Zhang Cheng almost burst out laughing and waved his hand.
"Go ahead, go ahead!"
Zhao Heng felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to run outside.
“Friend, shall we… go and find someone for you?” Sun Xiaojin asked cautiously.
"Um."
Just as Zhang Cheng nodded, he saw Bao Ge return, quickly running to his side. His face was no longer fierce, only a fawning smile remained.
"Boss! Boss! You just said you were looking for Mr. Nian Long of Tianyuan Shoes, right?"
Zhang Cheng raised his eyelids.
"What, you've got news?"
“That’s right!” Bao Ge nodded and bowed, his smile more like a grimace. “Boss, you don’t actually need to go to all this trouble to find him…”
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