Next to Sali was a man named Zhong Xiang whom Wan Feng vaguely remembered, and he seemed to be a contractor.
It seems like I said something not so nice last time.
"Isn't this Manager Ye? And this Manager Yu who came from the north, what a coincidence, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Sali laughed with a forced smile, then his eyes fell on Wan Feng's face.
"This young man is..." Sali couldn't remember what Wan Feng did for a moment.
"Smuggler! I am that trader." Wan Feng said with a forced smile. He had said that he was a trader last time.
"What's the last name of this guy who looks like a big boss? His last name is Sha! Now I remember, what's Sha? Idiot? Shabi? Oops! Boss Sha, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scold you, it's just that your last name easily reminds people of these two words that are often on the lips of Chinese people, hehe!"
Wan Feng already looked like a complete street thug. Since he couldn't find anyone to bully, he had no choice but to fight on his own.
Sali's face flickered constantly, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled a few times.
"Kid, watch your mouth." The bodyguard-like man behind Sali pointed at Wan Feng's face and shouted.
"Brother, calm down! I've already apologized, haven't I, silly boss? Oh my! Silly boss, you've made a fortune in just two months! You even got a cell phone. This thing must be worth several thousand, right?"
Sali curled his lips and looked at him as if he were a country bumpkin.
"How about selling it to me for 5,000 yuan? I really envy people who have cell phones."
Wan Feng's words made the people in Shali burst into laughter, and they looked at Wan Feng as if he was a monkey being performed.
"Five thousand? You're so shameless, kid. This thing costs six thousand to register online. You can't afford it. Besides, what do you, a small-time vendor, need a mobile phone for?"
"Pretend to be cool! Take this thing out on the street, even if you don't have a phone, and pretend to make some calls. I guess you can attract some girls' attention. I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Pretending to be cool? What does that mean?" Zhong Xiang asked from the side.
Han Guangjia, Yang Jianguo and even Yu Jiadong are often exposed to Wan Feng's oral contamination, so of course they know what it means to pretend to be cool.
But Sali and his gang didn't know what pretending to be cool meant.
The term "zhuangbi" first appeared in Wan Feng's memory around the late 1990s and early 2000s, and it seemed to have first appeared in audio-visual products of Errenzhuan.
Later it became popular on the Internet.
It was only 1988, so of course Sari and others didn't know what it meant.
"What do you mean by 'pretending to be cool'? Oh my! It's freezing to death in June. That's a long story. It's not just a phenomenal social issue, it's also influenced by colonialism, post-colonialism, capitalism, the Three Principles of the People, and other schools of thought. It has a long and arduous history, dating back to the time when Pangu created the world and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors..."
Yu Jiadong couldn't help laughing. This guy is really good at talking nonsense.
Sali also heard the nonsense in Wan Feng's tone and snorted coldly.
"Boy, you are a trader after all, and you talk nonsense without blinking an eye. Tell me what you want to do this time?" Zhong Xiang asked sarcastically.
"Is this Mr. Zhong? I think you should get a pair of glasses, preferably with a 1,000-degree lens, because your eyesight isn't very good. I'm not here to do anything, I'm here to work with my boss."
Yang Jianguo knew it was time for him to make his debut.
"You have a boss?" Sali looked down on him and his eyes fell on Yang Jianguo.
Among the people opposite, only this person I have never seen before looks like a boss.
"This is my boss, his last name is Yang. He's the richest boss in our area, worth hundreds of thousands. He came to Shenzhen this time wanting to do a project or something. I heard that Shenzhen is auctioning land for the second time, and my boss wants to buy some land too. Maybe he'll need my silly boss's support in the future."
Yang Jianguo sat firmly on the Diaoyutai with a mysterious smile on his face, and indeed looked like a boss.
"You want to start a project with just a few hundred thousand? Hahaha!" Sali laughed.
Zhong Xiang and others behind him also burst into laughter, laughing so hard that they fell over.
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about this?"
"We laugh at you for wanting to work on a project in Shenzhen with just a few hundred thousand yuan. You're just dreaming!"
"What! A fortune of several hundred thousand is not enough to do the project? Is this true? In our place, several hundred thousand can build a ten-story building." Wan Feng pretended to be surprised.
"That's your poor place. Hundreds of thousands of dollars wouldn't even be enough to buy a decent piece of land in Shenzhen. And you rotten fish and shrimps want to stir up trouble in Shenzhen? Listen to me and get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise you'll die without knowing how."
"Silly boss! It's not that serious, right?"
"With a net worth of hundreds of thousands of dollars, I'm afraid I can only afford a garage with a toilet."
Wan Feng showed a disappointed expression: "Is construction so expensive here in Shenzhen? Land over here is almost free."
"You're a country bumpkin. A few country bumpkins think you can do engineering just by building a few buildings. Go back quickly."
"Go back? We finally got here. Even if we can't do the project, it's okay to go in and broaden our horizons. Maybe we can do it next time."
"Haha! Don't even think about it next time."
"Silly boss! Judging from your tone, you will definitely get the land this time!"
Wan Feng knew that with Shali's assets, he couldn't get the land at all, so he asked this deliberately.
He is just a contractor. If he had started out like a famous construction company in Shenzhen by stealing the wages of illegal workers, he would be able to make a million or eight hundred thousand now.
If he still had some conscience and didn't cheat the workers out of their money, he would only have a few hundred thousand in his hands.
What’s so great about that?
"I can't afford it, but our boss definitely can. Once he gets the land, we'll have plenty of projects to do for the next three years. Wang Chulong! Do you regret following Ye Qianwen?"
Wang Chulong didn't say anything.
Needless to say, Sarit’s boss is Juchuang Group.
"When the stupid boss gets a project, can't he subcontract it to us? Second subcontracting will be fine. If that doesn't work, rebar will do."
"You guys? You want to make a living and you think you deserve to take a project from us? Ugh!"
Sali made a snort, turned around and took his men to a table to have afternoon tea, no longer paying any attention to Wan Feng and the others.
Ye Qianwen's face was full of black lines, and his chest was rising and falling a little too fast.
This bastard is getting more and more outrageous. He really thinks he is a good guy.
"Let's go to another place." Wang Chulong said.
Wan Feng nodded slightly, and several people stood up and walked out.
"Silly boss, take your time drinking. We have something else to do, so we'll leave first." Wan Feng greeted Sali and the others enthusiastically.
The people in Sari's gang ignored them.
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