"That makes sense. Can this stuff really make money?"
"Would I lie to you? It's very popular in mainland China, and it will be even more popular in your Hong Kong. People in Hong Kong like to eat things like char siu, and their tastes are on the sweeter side, so sweet and sour hawthorn will definitely be a hit! Besides, this is a novelty. You can use the capital's name to claim it's a specialty of the capital, and exaggerate a bit. You can always exaggerate, right?"
“These guys, they all start bragging when they drink, and each one of them is a master of it,” Wang Dao said, pointing to his underlings.
"Then let these braggarts come up with advertising slogans. Advertising is all about bragging, right? The louder the bragging, the more popular it will be!"
Seeing this, Hua Chi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Grandpa Han, I didn't expect my apprentice to have inherited your business acumen. He's quite good at conning people."
Han Fei remained silent for a moment.
The bodyguard muttered under her breath, "Like begets like, and a mouse's offspring will know how to dig holes."
Han Fei shot him a dagger, but the bodyguard just chuckled, showing no fear whatsoever.
Han Fei felt helpless. It seemed that he was really too kind usually. After playing the kind old man for so long, no one was afraid of him when he got fierce!
"Boss, I feel like something's not right about this!" one of the underlings whispered in Wang Dao's ear. "We came to the mainland to make money, so how did we end up making money back in Hong Kong?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Dao immediately smacked the underling on the head and said irritably, "Are you stupid? Is the point where you make money? The important thing is being able to make money! As long as you can get the money, who cares where you make it!"
"That's right, as long as we can make money, it doesn't matter where we make it!"
"I'd love to go back to the port city to make money, so I can take care of my elderly mother!"
“I can take care of my younger siblings too. I earn money in the mainland, but apart from sending money back home, I can't take care of my family at all. If something happens to them, I won't be able to get back in time!”
"Boss, this order is worth 100,000 yuan. We need to earn this money so we can have the start-up capital to start the candied hawthorn business!"
"Yeah, boss, let's tie that fat guy up first."
They looked back, but the fat man was nowhere to be seen!
"Oh no, Fatty ran away!"
"Boss, Fatty ran away! What are we going to do? Ten thousand yuan just vanished like that!"
It turns out that when Han Fei was fooling these thugs, he made a hand gesture to Little Fatty. This gesture was a secret code they used back in elementary school when the head teacher came to inspect—it meant "run!"
"Boss, we've been tricked by this brat!"
"The candied hawthorn business is all a lie this kid made up to distract us and let that fat guy escape!"
"This brat is on good terms with that fat guy. Let's arrest him, and I don't believe that fat guy will just ignore him!"
Han Chengshan still had a smile on his face: "Let's get back to the topic. You guys quickly call your employer and see if he'll still pay you if Xiao Pang's liver is damaged?"
"Boss, hurry up and make the call!" a henchman urged from the side.
The gangsters glared at the smiling Han Chengshan, cursing inwardly, "This brat from the mainland is really cunning, he's utterly wicked!"
The call was answered, and Wang Dao's voice was anxious: "Hey, boss, we've caught that fat kid, but he's hurt himself!"
"As long as he's still alive, that's enough."
"The location of his self-harm is not good; it's in his liver."
"You bunch of good-for-nothings! So many of you can't even arrest one person properly, and you've even damaged his liver! What use is someone with a damaged liver who can't be transplanted immediately? What use is he to me?!" the man roared angrily.
Wang Dao's voice was tense: "Should we still send this person over to you?"
"Don't bother sending it to me. Just throw it next to the trash can and go find me the next target, the one in the police station."
"Next target? The police station? We can't go in there, that's like going to our deaths!"
"If you don't deliver the next target intact, you won't get a single penny!"
"Boss, we've caught this fat guy. You should give us some money."
"What I want is a perfectly intact liver, not that fatso! You still want money? If you don't get a perfectly intact liver, you won't get a single penny!"
The man swore and then slammed the phone down.
Wang Dao put down his phone with a gloomy face, and his underlings immediately surrounded him: "Boss, how did it go?"
"Boss, is the employer going to wire us the money or not?"
"Even if we don't have 100,000, we should have at least 70,000 or 80,000 after we catch the person, right?"
Wang Dao scoffed, "He said he wouldn't give us a single penny unless we had a perfectly intact liver."
"Huh? We've worked for nothing?"
"No matter what, we must capture that unharmed little fat boy and make sure he doesn't get hurt in any way!"
"Boss, I have a plan. I think this brat is someone Fatty values highly. Let's kidnap him and use him as a hostage to threaten Fatty into coming with us instead of hurting himself!"
"I'll remember you!" Han Chengshan glared at the person who had given him the advice, his eyes full of warning. "Don't even think about getting involved in the candied hawthorn business! I hold grudges very well!"
"The whole 'candied hawthorn business' thing is a complete fabrication. You're just trying to distract us so that the chubby kid can run away!"
"Boss, listen to me, grab these two guys and threaten that fat kid. If he dares to hurt himself, we'll cut these two with knives. I don't believe he'll just ignore them!"
Wang Dao hesitated, while Uncle Tie sighed softly and said slowly, "Brother, working for others, living this life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, when will it ever end..."
Uncle Tie's eyes were full of vicissitudes; he was someone who had been through it all.
Wang Dao turned to look at Uncle Tie, and at that moment, he had a strange feeling that he and Uncle Tie were kindred spirits.
Han Chengshan's tone carried a hint of sympathy: "Such a person who doesn't keep his promises. You went through so much trouble to catch him, but he didn't give you a single penny. Are you sure you can really deliver a perfectly intact liver next time? Don't forget, you just called him to tell him that his liver was damaged, but now you're going to deliver a perfectly intact Little Fatty. Do you think he won't feel like you're playing him for a fool, and in a fit of anger, he still won't give you a single penny?"
Uncle Tie's voice drifted over: "Can you really live with yourselves doing things against your conscience? As far as I know, people in your port city really believe in feng shui and fate. After doing these heinous things, won't it have any impact on your families and your future children?"
"The word 'retribution' may seem abstract and vague, but it's not entirely nonexistent..."
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