Feimao is right. If the short mule goes out to bulk goods, everything will be fine as long as it is not caught by the messenger.

Yau Ma Tei is the entrance of Feimao Hall, Changmao is not qualified to point fingers, even though he has taken him before.

"Of course there is no problem. Yau Ma Tei is your hall, but he sold the goods to Hung Hom, it's my business."

Changmao also thought about what Feimao would say in the morning. Friendship is friendship, and business in the hall is business.

Everyone has something to raise, and it is impossible to break the road to making money in just one sentence.

If you sell goods and sell them across the border, this matter is easy to resolve. You either pay compensation according to the price or cut off a hand according to the rules of the world.

"Brother Changmao, Big D relies on the support of Laoding, the goods are extremely expensive. Each gram is more than 20 yuan. The brothers in the hall complained and said they would not be full!"

"Besides, Dakousheng is my friend, not Xinghe's disciple. Where to sell goods is his freedom. Besides, Hung Hom is not all now. Maybe he is from McCaugh, and he can't say it!"

Since Da D entered the city to manage the entire Xinghe white-faced business, Dahuan's territory has been snatched back half of the plague god. The two sides couldn't stand each other and often broke up.

Feimao took the opportunity to make a fool of himself and excuse him, wanting to fool things over.

"Wow! Being a big boss is extraordinary. Even Lao Ting dares to question the arrangements. Then Brother Feimao, as the leader, will ignore it even more."

"Don't waste your time. He won't tell who the mastermind is behind the scenes today. You can't take him away."

Changmao sneered, pushed away the cigarette that Feimao took the initiative to hand over, and said mercilessly.

I really don’t give you any face!

Seeing the cigarette falling to the ground, Feimao could only embarrassingly withdraw the lighter in his hand.

"Do you have a big mouthful of white flour business?"

Changmao looked at Feimao's face extremely seriously, trying to distinguish the authenticity from his expression.

Feimao was also shocked by this and said helplessly: "Are you wrong? I have more than a dozen places under my command, and I want to use this to save the goods?"

"Dakousheng is a bad guy. He is very good at selling turtles, has good eyesight and many customers. This is why he cooperates with him."

"Isn't it just a shipping product? It's necessary that your brother Changmao gets angry. Forget it, I don't care about this anymore. How can you be happy?"

"Abei, let's go."

Feimao stood up with a shallow face. The business of tens of thousands of yuan per month was broken like this. Anyone would be unhappy.

Beizai also snorted coldly, looked at Guozai unhappily, threw the shovel in his hand to the ground, and followed his boss out.

Changmao asked the maid at the door to let go, and asked Guozai to continue interrogating, and screams resounded throughout the factory again.

Feimao and the others left the factory warehouse, got into their own car, went out and turned around, passed through the tunnel, and drove towards Yau Ma Tei.

"Brother Mao, what's up with this?"

"Changmao is a floppy person, and you will never give me any face if you have been with you for a few days."

"He really enjoyed himself as a young master!"

Beizai scolded angrily while driving.

"Calm the sound!"

"It's all from the same hall. If the same family members are tragic, everyone will be even less beautiful."

Feimao was also full of anger. She stuffed a cigarette into her mouth and lit it with a lighter. After thinking about it, she said with a smirk: "Dagua gave birth to this bad person, which made a lot of money for us."

"Being a brother is a lifelong thing, I can't watch him suffer."

"I just didn't expect that Dagusheng was quite brave. He came out to grab it. Since he dared to be a fan, there must be someone behind him."

"Call to his store and tell the stinky fish and shrimps in the store, and tell the news of his arrest, and reveal the location."

"Let them bite the dog, let's watch the fun."

Feimao finished his plan and felt very clever and wanted to applaud himself.

"Let's go and eat hot pot."

"Sweet, you smile sweetly."

Shushuida sat in the store, crossing his legs and listening leisurely to the radio. There was a bunch of dishes beside him, and he had not had time to pack up his dishes.

He was waiting for Dakousheng to bring him dinner, but when he waited, he could not see him, so he could only cook a bowl of noodles and eat it himself.

Fortunately, there was still instant noodles in the store that I hadn't finished eating before, otherwise I would have starved to death.

Now there are four million in the store, so it is impossible not to keep people. In addition, the money turtle is selling better and better. The poor and crazy-stricken nearby will come to pry the door in the middle of the night, so people must be kept in the store.

He had already scared away several waves and was about to talk to Uncle Sheng and let Xinghe people deal with it.

"Brother Da, why don't you sleep late?"

Sun Bing walked into the store, pulled a small cart, pronunciation in poor Cantonese, and greeted him in the same saliva as the store.

"Please, I can understand even if you speak Mandarin, but I can't understand a single word for your ghost Cantonese."

"Fuck!"

Shushuida turned off the radio's sound, stood up, looked at the tortoise food on the cart, and said, "The kitchen has good efficiency recently, and the quality is much better than before!"

Sun Bing unloaded the turtle food from the cart into the ground one by one, and while working, he said, "This is all you and Uncle Sheng are the ones who are good at it. The goods are delivered in bags."

"The chefs have also gradually developed their skills. Isn't it so much that I'm going to eat?"

Gushuada smiled disdainfully. If he hadn't wanted to make money from those poisonous guys, he wouldn't care about the life or death of those bad guys.

It is best to suck it to death to avoid causing trouble for everyone.

"It's all so good to suck it. I'm also doing good deeds to help them get rid of their family."

"Huangjiang dies every day, who cares about how they die?"

"Let's not talk about it, move the goods!"

Sighing Shuida came forward to help, carrying a bag of turtle food in one hand, and putting it into the cold storage.

There was not much turtle food this time, only a dozen bags, and it took less than five minutes for the two to get everything done.

"Uncle Sheng?"

"He has to sign me, Brother Hua is still waiting to see."

Sun Bing took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his arms and looked around, looking for traces of the big mouthful.

"I went out to do business and said I wanted to bring me some delicious food, but I didn't have any fucks, I'm."

As soon as he was halfway through saliva, he heard the phone at the counter ringing, so he asked Sun Bing to sit down first and chat later.

I don’t know how late it was, that slutty boy didn’t sleep and called to chat.

"That?"

"Dakousheng was arrested. He was in an abandoned factory on Shass Street in Hung Hom. He was almost out of breath. If you want to save him, just hurry up, otherwise you can collect his body!"

The other end of the phone spoke quickly, and without caring about whether he could hear clearly, he hung up the phone.

When he heard the news that Uncle Sheng was arrested, his face darkened. He closed the phone and called the factory.
Chapter completed!