Chapter 22 The Twenty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Second Day of Not Running Away...
"Is this what you call helping?" Boss Song was almost furious. He had Cheng, the reporter, criticize Chen Bozheng's clothes in the newspaper every day, but what happened? Not only did their business not decline, but it became more and more prosperous. Now, most of Beijing gets its goods from them!
Boss Song simply threw the newspaper on the table.
Reporter Cheng was also full of helplessness, "Boss Song, this is not my fault. I did help, but no one expected that people would read the newspaper and criticize it, but then go and buy it. I'm puzzled too."
Boss Song knew he couldn't blame everything on Reporter Cheng, but he couldn't hold back his anger.
What was originally a sure thing has been repeatedly disrupted, and now there's no way to explain it to Young Master Lin.
The more Song Laoda thought about it, the angrier he became, and he kicked over the table in front of him.
Reporter Cheng and the others quickly moved away, not daring to utter a sound.
After a while, Boss Song waved to Reporter Cheng, "You go first, I'll think about this some more."
"Alright, Boss Song, I'd say don't rush things. Haste makes waste. With your skills after all these years in the business, dealing with a few small fry is a piece of cake." Reporter Cheng flattered Boss Song a few times before leaving.
Although reporter Cheng had a respectable job, he was somewhat afraid of Boss Song. After all, Boss Song was a notorious smiling tiger, cunning and capable of using any means necessary.
It's best not to offend this kind of person if you can avoid it, otherwise you might get plotted against and die without even knowing how.
"Boss." Old Song rushed in from outside. Seeing the mess in the room, he hesitated for a moment, and his excitement faded considerably.
Boss Song looked up at him, lit a cigarette, and lowered his head. "What is it?"
Old Song quickly walked over and whispered something in his ear.
Boss Song exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes darkening.
Chen Bo pointed out a path for the couple and made things convenient for them. The purchase price of their clothes was lower than others. If you encounter a hardworking couple who are lucky enough to have such a good opportunity to make money without any investment, they would risk their lives to earn it.
But this couple was different; they were both lazy and loved to eat. Chen Bo was buying goods for them, but the couple didn't want to set up a street stall because they thought it was hard work and shameful. So they became middlemen, reselling the goods directly to others.
The couple was clever; they set the price based on the prices Chen Bozheng and his team gave to others.
That alone was enough for them to earn a little over a thousand.
After they earned money, instead of thinking about buying anything for their home or showing filial piety to their parents, they spent the money eating out every day.
A thousand yuan isn't enough to afford delicacies, but eating meat and fish three times a day is still quite feasible.
The couple had just come out of Bianyifang, where the barbecue was plentiful and delicious, and they were quite full after eating.
As soon as I came out, I ran into Boss Song and his gang.
"Boss Song..." When Gunzi saw Boss Song, his face turned pale, and he took a few steps back and leaned against the telephone pole.
His wife, picking her teeth, asked in bewilderment, "Who is it? Why are you making such a fuss? You're not acting like a man at all."
Boss Song led his men forward and patted Gunzi's shoulder affectionately. "Gunzi, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? If Old Song hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you'd struck it rich. Not bad, Chen Bo is really kind to you."
Stick hunched his neck, looking like a turtle, and said with his hands clasped, "Boss Song, you're joking. How kind of person is he to me? He earns tens of thousands every day, but he only gives me a little bit of money to get rid of me. If you ask me, you are the one who is truly kind."
Boss Song laughed heartily, and his underlings laughed along with him.
Stick's wife was a naive and impulsive woman, oblivious to social cues. She asked, "What are you doing here, Stick? When did you meet someone like this? He doesn't look like a good person."
Gunzi quickly covered his wife's mouth, his whole body covered in sweat from fright. He said to Boss Song, "Boss Song, don't listen to her nonsense, she's drunk."
Boss Song sneered and waved to the stick.
The stick made his scalp tingle, so he let go and walked over cautiously.
"Hey Stick, is it true that the boss treats you better than Chen Bozheng?" Boss Song took out his cigarette case, handed a cigarette to Stick, and lit it for him.
Stick was so flattered that his legs went weak.
He knew perfectly well that Boss Song looked down on small fry like them, so his sudden change in attitude meant either something was wrong or he was in trouble.
"Of course it's true," Stick hurriedly said. "If it weren't for your help, I would have almost been beaten to death."
"So, I need your help again this time. Are you willing?" Boss Song asked.
Stick paused for a moment. In the darkness, his wife could only vaguely hear what was being said on the other end. She wondered to herself when her husband had come to know these people who clearly weren't good people.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Chen Bozheng and his gang are all gangsters; the differences between them are quite significant. Everyone in the courtyard knows that although Chen Bozheng and his friends fight, they don't fight without reason, and they even protect their own people from being bullied by outsiders.
Therefore, everyone had a mixture of affection and respect for Chen Bozheng and his group, but Song Laoda and his ilk were clearly not righteous people.
Even though Boss Song hasn't uttered a single harsh word or even a swear word so far, even the clueless wife of the stick can tell that this guy is no pushover.
“They’re here again.” Wen Chan nudged Chen Bozheng, who was doing the accounting.
Chen Bo looked towards the door. Who else could it be but Gunzi?
Chen Bo was walking towards the door, a simple smile on his face. "Brother Zheng."
"Stick, what brings you here? Don't you have business to do today?" Chen Bozheng said politely.
Stick scratched his head: "Brother Zheng, we've sold out of goods. My wife asked me to come and deliver the money to you."
As he said this, it was as if he had just remembered, and he handed the black plastic bag in his hand to Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bozheng took it, opened it and glanced at it, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't I tell you there was no need to rush?"
Stick chuckled awkwardly, "You've done us so much for us, if we can't even do what we're supposed to do, what kind of human being would we be?"
Wen Chan and Liu Yan, who was packing her things, exchanged a glance.
The couple with sticks thought no one knew they were middlemen.
They don't even consider that Beijing is such a small place, and there are only so many people selling clothes, yet they have such extensive information networks.
They had barely sold the goods when someone came to inquire about what had happened.
“You can’t say that. You have your own difficulties too.” Chen Bozheng spoke very tactfully as he handed the money to Wen Chan.
Wen Chan directly opened the points.
Chen Bo gave her a reproachful look, "Do you even need to count the money?"
Wen Chan said, "If this money were only ours, it wouldn't matter if we didn't count it. But since it belongs to everyone, we have to count it carefully. You should keep your mouth shut. Even Stick hasn't said anything, right, Stick?"
Liu Yan was trying not to laugh; the young couple were just being playful.
Stick's face turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed. He said to Chen Bozheng, "Brother Zheng, of course I don't mind. Speaking of which, I have a business deal I'd like to introduce to you."
Chen Bo was taken aback. "That good?"
"Yes, I met a boss when I was selling clothes. They bought a batch of goods, jeans and autumn/winter coats at low prices, but they had to go back home because of something. They needed to sell the goods quickly so they could have money to go home, so they thought of finding a buyer."
At first, Gunzi stammered a bit, but he spoke more and more fluently, as if what he said was true. "I've looked at those goods. The styles and prices are good, but there are too many. I can't possibly consume them all by myself. So I wanted to ask you if you're interested. You see, the weather will be getting cold soon, and your short-sleeved dresses are probably going to be out of season. Shouldn't you switch to some new business?"
Chen Bo pondered for a moment, "I can't make this decision myself. I'm doing business with Fatty, Fengzi, and Monk. We need to discuss it with them before we can talk about it. What do you think?"
Gunzi was anxious and wanted to urge them, but he was afraid that Chen Bozheng and the others would see through his act, so he nodded and said, "What you say makes sense, but the boss is in a hurry to go back, and we don't have much time. You have to give me a definite answer as soon as possible, at the latest before this Sunday, is that okay?"
Chen Bozheng readily agreed.
Only then did the stick leave, reassured.
As soon as the stick left, Wen Chan handed the money to Liu Yan and said, "There is three thousand eight here. They rounded down the change, so it's about right."
Liu Yan put the money away and looked at Chen Bozheng with a hesitant expression.
Chen Bozheng said, "I know what you want to say."
Liu Yan then said, "You know, so I won't say much more. Gunzi isn't a very reliable person. If you ask me, no matter how good business is, we'd rather earn a little less. Don't you think so, Xiao Wen?"
She looked at Wen Chan, and it was clear that she felt Wen Chan would stand on her side.
Wen Chan wasn't in a hurry to make a decision. Instead, she said, "This matter isn't urgent. If you ask me, we should agree first."
“This—” Liu Yan was anxious.
Wen Chan waved her hand, "Agree to go and take a look first, then make a decision. Putting everything else aside, we all know that Gunzi and his gang never actually set up a street stall to sell clothes. Aren't you curious about where he met that big boss?"
yes.
Reminded by Wen Chan, Liu Yan realized what was going on.
Liu Yan knew all the people who did business with Gunzi and his wife, but none of them matched the boss Gunzi described.
That evening, after Lin Qingfeng and the others returned, Chen Bo brought up the matter and asked for everyone's opinion.
Without a word, the fat man expressed his support for Wen Chan, popping a peanut into his mouth. "That guy Gunzi always grabs the best opportunities first, never doing any hard or tiring work. Where would he possibly meet a boss like that? Besides, even if he were incredibly lucky and did meet such a boss, would that boss be blind enough to not find a single friend in all of Beijing to help him sell his goods, needing to bother someone like Gunzi?"
"Since that's the case, does everyone mean to go and check out the situation?" Chen Bo asked, looking at everyone.
The monk nodded: "Chairman Mao said, 'No investigation, no right to speak.' We need to see clearly what's going on before we speak."
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