The gangsters were full of hope for the future and couldn't wait to fly back and start selling their new candied hawthorns.
Han Chengshan was also planning to let them test the waters in the mainland, but after they saw the old man's bankbook, they had no doubts at all.
Han Chengshan kindly reminded him, "Because this grandfather is the oldest among the franchisees, and his children are border guards, everyone gives him the best business locations."
"There's a lot of foot traffic there, and the primary and secondary schools are all connected, so there are many children. Plus, there are a lot of office buildings around, and young white-collar workers like to buy his candied hawthorn skewers, which is why he makes so much money."
"We understand that customer traffic determines the lower limit of profitability, while the taste of the food can attract repeat customers, which determines the upper limit of profitability."
"Don't worry, we'll choose the place with the highest foot traffic in the port city!"
"Several of us are on lookout duty. Even if someone comes to arrest us, they won't be able to!"
"If it were someone else setting up a stall, they'd be worried about being charged protection money or something. We're gangsters, there are so many of us, we're not afraid of being bullied!"
"We can definitely make this money!"
"It was destined to be profitable for us! It seems our trip to the mainland wasn't a waste!"
"This is a classic case of 'a chance encounter leading to unexpected success'!"
"We didn't earn that HK$100,000, but we can earn even more!"
"Young man, if we make something of ourselves and become self-made millionaires, you'll be our boss!"
"If you can help me, Wang Dao, buy a house in Hong Kong, no matter how big it is, I'll call you Boss!"
"Please don't do this..."
Han Chengshan felt rather embarrassed. He had saved a group of people from an internet addiction school who wanted to call him "boss," and now this group of gangsters from Hong Kong wanted to call him "boss" too. Was he destined to be the boss?
"I'll call you boss from now on. Boss, can you buy me a plane ticket? I want to fly straight back to Hong Kong!"
"Calling someone 'boss' can buy you a plane ticket? Then I'll call someone 'boss' too!"
Wang Dao's lips twitched: "I'm not dead yet!"
"Brother Dao, don't you want a plane ticket?"
"You've changed your mind so quickly!" Wang Dao felt frustrated, but he also wanted a plane ticket to fly back as soon as possible. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Han Chengshan: "Boss, you don't need to wait for me to earn money to buy a house. I just need a plane ticket!"
"Boss—" The calls of "Boss" rose and fell.
Han Chengshan: "..."
Uncle Tie chuckled to himself.
Old Xu filmed the scene, thinking to himself: I'll show this to Old Han when I get back! Old Han will definitely break his legs!
In fact, Han Fei had already seen everything here through the indoor surveillance cameras.
In the monitoring room, Hua Chi burst into laughter: "Quack quack quack, I'm dying of laughter! Is my apprentice born to be a boss?"
Han Fei's temple throbbed: "He should be the one born with a 'trouble-causing' physique."
The bodyguard was trying to suppress her laughter; she wanted to laugh but dared not, and her face was contorted with embarrassment.
Han Fei glanced at her sideways: "Laugh if you want to. The way you look, combined with your smudged makeup, is an eyesore."
The bodyguard was startled and quickly took out a small mirror to check her reflection.
Her previously aggressive, heavy makeup, now smudged and unbearable to look at because it wasn't waterproof, so she covered her face and ran to the bathroom.
Huachi glanced at it again.
Han Fei warned, "Don't make a move on her, the third brother likes her."
"What?" Hua Chi's eyes widened. "She's several years older than my apprentice!"
"What's wrong with a relationship between an older woman and a younger man?" Han Fei shrugged.
Hua Chi was shocked: "Grandpa, are you really that open-minded? You agree to my apprentice finding a woman much older than him?"
"Do you think it's possible that she's the wife I chose for my grandson?" Han Fei said meaningfully.
Hua Chi looked at him incredulously: "Grandpa, I don't think you can be very good at this. If you're going to find someone, you should at least find someone young and beautiful. Who would find an old woman for their grandson?"
“At the time, I arranged two male bodyguards for him, but he wanted an older sister. I gave him a picture book full of top female bodyguards from the International Bodyguard Association. He chose this one himself. Obviously, this is his type. She is a few years older, but it doesn’t matter if she is under ten years older. I am an open-minded grandfather.”
“This…” Hua Chi touched his nose: “Then I really have to settle down. This is my apprentice’s wife. I can’t do anything disgusting.”
"If we disregard age, she is excellent in terms of looks, figure, education, skills, and all other aspects, making her a truly good candidate," Hanachi commented honestly.
Han Fei nodded slightly.
Arrange for the type of woman the third party likes to be placed next to him early on, and keep her by his side at all times. I don't believe the third party will fall in love with the female lead and become love-struck.
When the youngest son gets older and develops a romantic relationship with the female bodyguard, such a fierce woman will not allow a naive, innocent type of woman to get too close to her man, thus preventing such advances from the outset.
Han Fei sighed inwardly, fearing that no matter how many plans or precautions he took, he still couldn't overcome the female lead's halo.
Han Fei subconsciously flexed his wrist. If his youngest son was still hopelessly in love with the female lead and became love-struck, then it would be time for him, the "gentle and kind" grandfather, to try the method of "spare the rod and spoil the child."
Han Chengshan always felt a chill down his spine, but he couldn't figure out why. He just assumed that he was in the eye of the storm and had changed his position, but the gangsters were following him like shadows.
Annoyed to no end, Han Chengshan waved his hand and said, "Fine, I'll buy you plane tickets, but wait a few days. I need to go to my master to get the money first."
Seeing this, Hua Chi's lips twitched: "Why do I feel like I've become his ATM?"
Han Fei smiled enigmatically: "As time goes on, you'll have to earn more money. This troublesome Holy Body is a money pit."
"Grandpa, I feel like I've been tricked by you. Can I switch to another apprentice now? Your little seventh son is cute and obedient. I don't want this little third son anymore!"
Han Fei's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Do you have some misunderstanding about my Xiao Qi?"
The chubby boy who had escaped was summoned by Han Chengshan with a phone call. When he arrived at the training site for the new product, the chubby boy was dumbfounded.
Previously, he was a fierce-looking gangster wielding an iron rod.
Now, everyone is wearing kitchen aprons, some washing hawthorns, some removing pits, some boiling syrup, and some cooking glutinous rice...
They followed those seniors to learn, and their faces were docile and obedient. You could no longer see any trace of their previous ferocity.
"Brother Shan, did you cast a spell on them?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know any underhanded tricks."
"How come they've all changed so much?"
"Little Fatty, learning to communicate is very important. Communication is a skill, and it's not impossible to turn enemies into friends."
"Boss!" Wang Dao came over with a glutinous rice ball. "Try this. It's a glutinous rice ball I just made. Is the milk flavor too strong? Is it too sweet?"
Little Fatty exclaimed, "Brother Shan, what did he call you?!"
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