Huang Mao glanced up at him and continued to play with the fruit knife in his hand.

Liu Qingwen didn't look too embarrassed. This guy was extremely talented in public relations, and it seemed like there was no one he couldn't handle.

So they went back and forth, shamelessly, and within five minutes the two of them started laughing.

Fang Yi's scalp felt numb as he watched.

Just when Fang Yi was wondering why Liu Qingwen wasted so much effort to please Huang Mao.

Liu Qingwen finally exposed his target and came over slyly: "Brother, is there anyone who can cut hair here?"

"Cut your hair?" Huang Mao frowned and looked at him, puzzled.

Fang Yi took a deep breath and said loudly: "He wants to ask you where you can find a hair salon."

Swish, swish, swish, as soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence, and many eyes were fixed on Fang Yi.

Fang Yi was confused and had goosebumps all over his body.

"Did I... say something wrong?"

Huang Mao lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then pressed his hands towards the crowd over there, and only then did the crowd avert their eyes that wanted to destroy this guy.

"The female barbers in this generation's hair salons are all Mr. Long's girlfriends. Don't do your hair here."

"There is a brother standing on his head inside who is an example of consequences."

Liu Qingwen felt a pain in his balls and said with a sad face: "No way, Mr. Long is so awesome?"

Just as he was about to continue asking, Chai Jin walked out, followed by Master Long.

The two were chatting and laughing happily as they walked.

As soon as I came out, the teahouse fell into dead silence again.

He looked at Chai Jin in complete disbelief.

Long Ye's teahouse has been open here for at least ten years. In that era of speculation, there were often many red armbands chasing people outside.

But once you run into Long Ye's teahouse, no one will come in and catch you again.

Therefore, Long Ye used his influence to save many people, and also gained the respect of many people in Shenzhen City.

In the past ten years or so, there have been many big shots worth tens of millions in the tea house, and there are also big shots in the Southern official career coming in and out.

It can be seen that Mr. Long took the initiative to get up and see anyone out?

That's why the people in the teahouse were so shocked, and they were all trying hard to figure out who this young man was.

Why would Mr. Long give him such face?

After arriving at the door, Huang Mao also stood up and looked at Chai Jin strangely.

What made everyone in the lobby take a breath of surprise was that after Mr. Long arrived at Huang Mao, he directly pulled a piece of paper from the table.

I wrote big characters directly on top.

Then he told Chai Jin: "Monroe Hair Salon next door, take the note and go there to spend money."

Chai Jin didn't expect Zhang Yinglong to do this, and took the note strangely: "Compared?"

"Master Long, this is... I don't understand."

"Is this a comparison?" Zhang Yinglong's third master Zhang looked extremely embarrassed, but he quickly turned around and scolded: "I'm going to give you a thumbs up, A Lang, you rotten boy, this is a comparison!"

In the crowd, a thick-set man suddenly felt the urge to urinate and looked sad.

Huang Mao understood Master Long best, so he took the pen and added a handle on the side: "Master Long, this is the calligraphy writing."

Chai Jin suddenly understood what it meant.

In the nearest hair salon, only people who have received approval from Mr. Long dare to get a haircut.

Master Long looked at Chai Jin: "Is the word correct this time?"

Chai Jin smiled: "That's right, Lord Long. Then Lord Long, I'll trouble you for the rest."

Mr. Long laughed loudly: "It's a trivial matter. Just wait for the news. I will organize this game."

He looked at Huang Mao again: "It's different for those who have studied in the fourth grade of elementary school. Ahu, you are doing very well. You are the one with the highest diploma among us. Keep working hard, you will have a bright future."

Huang Mao smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Long."

Zhang Yinglong walked to the middle of the lobby.

He roared at a group of thick men.

"It has been more than ten years since the reform and opening up, and you can't even write a word. Aren't you going to hold our country back?"

"Tomorrow I will invite a pinyin teacher to come over and study it carefully for me."

"A bunch of illiterate people."

"Especially you, Alang, you idiot. Didn't you brag in front of me that you were in the second grade of elementary school?"

"When did you reach your level in the second grade of elementary school?"

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After Chai Jin and the others came out, Liu Qingwen couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of people are around Mr. Long?"

"Why is a primary school diploma considered a high-level talent?"

Chai Jin asked back: "Have you finished elementary school?"

Liu Qingwen scratched his head and worried for a while: "If I hadn't set off that firecracker under Lao Jiang's ass back then, I probably could have been admitted to junior high school."

"Come on." Chai Jin rolled his eyes at him.

Liu Qingwen originally really wanted to take Long Ye to the Monroe Hair Salon, but Chai Jin grabbed him and got on the bus.

Several people did not return to the company, but returned to their rented houses.

In 1992, there were not so many high-rise buildings in Shenzhen City, and many outsiders crowded into various farmers' houses.

When Liu Qingwen and the others were looking for a house, they specifically considered the practical conditions.

So I rented a courtyard, which is somewhat similar to a small courtyard house in Kyoto.

The environment cannot be said to be much better. Shenzhen City is currently undergoing a period of large-scale development and there is dust everywhere.

Fortunately, there are mountains behind it, so this is the best house in the neighborhood.

They knew that Chai Jin would come back sooner or later, so they specially cleaned up a room for Chai Jin and prepared it.

After returning to the courtyard, Chai Jin asked about the ID card.

Thirty thousand ID cards and several large sacks were piled in a side room.

Chai Jin came in and thought for a moment before saying, "Don't go to the company for now, wait until Master Long organizes the dinner party."

"I'm afraid they'll come and hurt people before it's resolved."

"You two will continue to collect ID cards in Shenzhen City starting today."

"And Monkey, you call back to Yuanli County, find someone you are familiar with, and continue collecting. As long as he receives an ID card, we will give him a 10-cent commission."

"The more, the merrier."

This is something Liu Qingwen has never understood, and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Jin, why did you collect this thing?"

Chai Jin did not hide anything from them this time and directly talked about the Shenzhen Stock Exchange Subscription Certificate.

It took a long time for the two of them to understand it.

During this period, Chai Jin thought about it again. Now that he had done it, he would do it bigger.

He also ordered Liu Qingwen to go to major construction sites in cities surrounding Shenzhen City to recruit people.

Two days of queuing, round-trip pick-up and drop-off, and food included for 50 yuan a day!

Invite as many people as you can, and prepare the team first.

There is still a lot of work ahead.

For example, there is the problem of eating for so many people, and the problem of picking up and delivering so many people in cars.

You also need to go to a bus company to rent a bus, etc.

Only then did Fang Yi realize that Chai Jin actually had such a huge plan in his mind.

However, he asked with some worry: "Brother Jin, how can you believe so much that you need to use your ID card to purchase subscription certificates in Shenzhen City?"

Chai Jin didn't go into too much detail, he just said: "My internal relationship."
Chapter completed!