Mr. Zhang guessed it was true. Wang Mazi finally got to the point after the beginning. Although it was very high-sounding, as if everything was for the economic revitalization of the Shayuan, in fact, it was just dividing up old man Zhou's industry.

The money falls down the tree and scatters, and the tea is cold when people leave. No matter how powerful Old Man Zhou is, now that he is dead, no one will take him seriously again.

In addition, Old Man Zhou has no children, and everything he has is destined to be unable to be preserved in a place like Shayuan.

The atmosphere of the meeting was very lively. In order to gain more benefits for themselves, everyone really slapped the table and smashed the benches. On several occasions, they started to fight, and the scene was in chaos and very lively.

Fortunately, the guys have already handed over it, otherwise, before the meeting was finished, there would probably be a bunch of broken hands and feet.

After a shocking "discussion", all gangs relied on their own strength to gain more or less a little benefit, and then gave up.

Later, everyone reiterated some principled issues. After all, they are all in the sand garden, and they look down and see each other. Dealing with each other is inevitable. If you deal with each other, you must have rules, otherwise you will be in a mess.

Mr. Zhang had no interest in these things, but as he spoke, Wang Mazi mentioned the topic to the wasteland.

"Zhang Tian, ​​I wonder if Boss Tang gave you all the explanations when he transferred the wasteland to you." Wang Mazi's eyes were bright and he looked at Master Zhang, and there was a sense of scheming and conjecture in it.

What to explain? Mr. Zhang looked at Tang Jianqiang. Since Tang Jianqiang decided to win over Mr. Zhang, how could he not explain clearly? He had already explained it clearly and whispered to remind him: "Wang Mazi is talking about the toll issue."

"So it's this." Mr. Zhang nodded, knowing it in his heart.

The wasteland is more than ten kilometers in a radius and has many communication places. Due to its special geographical location, it has become the "road road" in the eyes of many people.

Many of the things that cannot be taken to the table, such as smuggling and banned, are transported through the wasteland, and of course they cannot be left in vain. A certain fee is required, that is, tolls.

Wang Mazi had just announced all the rules, but he made this special statement, which was obviously ulterior motive. But Mr. Zhang didn't care and responded casually: "Boss Wang, I know the rules of the wasteland very well. What do you want to say?"

"The rules of the wasteland are like this. Local people in Shayuan ship goods and pay a toll of 100,000 yuan at a time. As for other places, those who have friendly cooperative relationships with Shayuan can charge them at their discretion, but they must not be less than 100,000 yuan. All other ones are 300,000 yuan, that's what Zhang Tian said."

Wang Mazi asked meaningfully.

"Yes." Mr. Zhang nodded.

"Haha." Wang Mazi smiled and pointed at Master Zhang directly, "That was just the original rule, the rule of Old Man Zhou when he was alive. When he was alive, he guarded the wasteland and ensured that the wasteland was unobstructed. Of course, it was natural to charge a fee of 100,000 yuan.

But now, Old Man Zhou is dead, and the wasteland is in your hands. As far as I know, you have no relatives or friends in the sand garden. It has only been more than a month since you came to the sand garden. Can you guarantee that there will be no accident when we pass through the wasteland? At one time, the situation changes, and the rules must be changed flexibly."

Although Wang Mazi had not greeted everyone before, he pointed out all the vital points. Zhang Dashao was alone and an outsider. When can he be slaughtered or not?

Everyone present was the one who ate people and didn't spit bones. How could he not understand what Wang Mazi meant? They agreed immediately. It would be strange if they had the opportunity to walk through the wasteland for free.

"It makes sense, Boss Wang is right."

"Yes, I'm just about to raise this question, which is related to the safety of business in the future, and the rules can be discussed again."

There was no second voice.

Tang Jianqiang just shook his head and sighed, but he did not express his opinion. He did not want to offend Mr. Zhang, but he did not want to push himself to the forefront at this time, so he simply kept silent.

"Haha." Young Master Zhang laughed, "According to Boss Wang's words, what should the rules of the wasteland be changed to?"

"It's very simple." Wang Mazi began to become a little proud. He knew that his words would make Young Master Zhang very unhappy, but he was sure that Young Master Zhang could only suffer this silence. When he thought of this, he felt happy.

"The roads in the wasteland are completely relaxed, and no tolls will be charged, so that the bosses can ship freely. You no longer have to be responsible for the bosses' safety, and the bosses can ensure their own safety.

In this way, you will be quiet and save a lot of trouble. Everyone can rest assured that even if there is a problem during the shipment, it has nothing to do with you. It can be said that you kill two birds with one stone and everyone will be happy.”

"Okay, this idea is so good!"

"Boss Wang's proposal is perfect."

As soon as Wang Mazi finished speaking, the scene was in full swing, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

In the past, when I shipped through the wasteland, not only did I pay the money, but my own people also had to be investigated. Judging from Old Man Zhou's expression, I made me shorter for no reason.

Now, not only can you ship the goods openly, but you can also take your people to the wasteland to show off your power. Is there such a good thing in the world?

Seeing everyone responding, Wang Mazi showed a hint of squeak on his face and snorted coldly in his heart: "Boy, if you dare to steal the wasteland from me, I will let you get nothing!"

In Wang Mazi's opinion, the western suburbs should have belonged to him, and it was because this kid and Tang Jianqiang colluded with each other to fix him. Although Tang Jianqiang transferred the wasteland, in Wang Mazi's eyes, Young Master Zhang was also snatching food from him.

Tang Jianqiang smiled bitterly and transferred the wasteland to Mr. Zhang, but this happened, and he still felt ashamed.

But at the moment, everyone responded vigorously and they had no choice.

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhang, but he saw that Mr. Zhang was still calm, as if he didn't take all this to heart.

"Boss Wang, you are right. I also think the rules of the wasteland should be changed." Mr. Zhang spoke at this time, and what he said made Wang Mazi a little disappointed. He thought you were so kind, but he didn't expect to compromise directly.

In this way, I can't appreciate the good show that this kid offended a group of bosses.

When the bosses heard this, they all applauded each other and showed extreme contempt for Mr. Zhang. I thought this kid was so awesome that he dared not let his body search and force him to break in, but now he saw that he was actually a corrupt person.

I was bullied to this point and didn't even dare to resist.

Tang Jianqiang was confused. He knew that Mr. Zhang was definitely not the one who compromised so easily, especially the expression on his face, which seemed to not take Wang Mazi and others seriously. How could he give up like this?
Chapter completed!