As the lowest-ranking person on Asan's side, Balam dared to attack his master. This shows how courageous the other party is, not to mention that his grasp of "human nature" has reached a very high level.

At this time, Balam was planning how to launch a "micro-business" business in Asan.

Originally, Balam thought that as long as he took care of the relationship with Ah San, everything would go smoothly. Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning of his headache.

"What did you say? The bank doesn't agree?" Balam said dumbfounded after listening to his younger brother's report.

The younger brother nodded: "Brother, the bank does not allow us to collect large amounts of funds, they, they.

"

"What did they say?" Balam said gloomily, he was already prepared for heavy bleeding.

Brother: "The bank said that unless we are willing to deposit all the money with them, half of the money will belong to them."

"Bastards, a bunch of bastards." Before the younger brother could finish speaking, Balam was furious. According to Zhang Xiannu's "method", he also needed start-up capital. The people at the bank were too open-minded. Enter their bank.

Do you want to take out the money on your side?

Haha, it would be more realistic to worship gods and pray for money to fall from Tianshan Mountain.

"It seems like this method won't work." Balam said coldly.

The younger brother: "Brother, how about us?" After saying this, the younger brother made a gesture to tie someone up.

Balam said speechlessly: 'Use your brains, this is the capital, why don't you try to tie up a noble? I'm sure we can be hanged in the afternoon.'

The younger brother shrank after hearing this. He was also brought out of the slums in the countryside by Balam, so his methods of doing things were still the same as those in the slums. He had no idea that this place was different from them.

Balam walked back and forth in the room, and finally said speechlessly: "No, this can't be done."

Although the younger brother was a little reluctant, he could only obey the elder brother's wishes. However, the younger brother paused, rolled his eyes, and then slapped his thigh and said: "By the way, elder brother, Mr. Zuka is packing the information from the United States. You

look?"

"Zuka? What is he doing?" Balam asked.

Speaking of Brother Asan’s Zuka, he is also a great person. This person committed fraud in the United States in the 1990s, and was even deported directly by the fbl people in the end.

After returning to China, Zuka reorganized the largest telephone call center in the country. It is currently the largest service provider in Europe and the United States. It can be regarded as the "prodigal son turning back".

"Brother, I heard someone said that Mr. Zuka is now selling the information of telephone customers in Europe and the United States. One copy with specific information is $5, and two copies with only names are $1." The younger brother replied quickly.

Balam rubbed his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "Oh? Really? Is the news reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable." The younger brother said confidently.

Balam nodded and said, "Well, let's go over and have a look."

"Okay brother." After saying that, he was ready to go out and drive.

The two took a taxi from the door and drove towards the entrance of Zuka's company. When they arrived here, they were immediately attracted by Zuka's luxurious company door.

After explaining their purpose to the doorman, the two of them walked inside under the leadership of a third brother wearing a turban.

After waiting in the conference room for a while, a man with dark eyes and dark skin walked out, it was Zuka.

After seeing the two of them, Zuka laughed and said: "If you only buy a little bit, you can go. I don't do small business here."

"Mr. Zuka, we are very sincere." Balam smiled and handed over a check, which contained all of his belongings worth 1 million US dollars.

Zuka took the check, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Baram, right? I've heard of you, huh, you are a very capable and courageous person, so let me tell you straight,

I want 50% of the profit."

"Uh, Mr. Zuka, isn't this a bit too much?" Balam said a little embarrassed.

Zuka smiled and said: "If it weren't for the people over at fbl, do you think I would let such a profitable business go? If you don't agree with the fixed price of 50%, then you can do whatever you want."

"Okay, Mr. Zuka, 50% will be 50%." Balam is also a happy person, and he directly agreed to the other party's 50% dividend.

Zuka nodded with satisfaction: "You are a courageous person, I like it. Take the check back and regard it as my investment in you. Of course, I hope to see your results within a month."

"Mr. Zuka, don't worry, I won't let you down." Balam said excitedly.

Because Mr. Zuka did not accept the $1 million check, Balam, who originally planned to "go bankrupt," now has his first start-up capital.

After returning home, Balam first rented a large office building, and then photographed his younger brother's job of recruiting operators with high technology, preparing to recruit people who could speak English from the slums in the countryside.

Then Balam began to combine the "talking skills" invented by people on the treasure island and began to summarize his own talking skills.

After one night, Balam, his younger brother and a group of military advisers finally wrote the script.

Looking at his "results" Balam was very satisfied.

Although more than 90% of people would not believe this kind of "retarded" deception, Balam had no intention of deceiving the 90% of people. His target was the 10% of greedy people.

Don't underestimate this mere 10% of the population. In the face of a huge base, this is a huge amount of income.

However, the arrival of his younger brother soon poured cold water on his excitement. The younger brother was a little confused: "Brother, there are many people in the slums in the countryside, but not many of them can speak English."

"Asshole, then go look for him somewhere else, and remember to get him back to me," Balam cursed.

The younger brother said helplessly: "Brother, there are so few people who can speak English in the slums. Even if we go to all the slums in the country, we probably won't find more than 10 people."

"Asshole, won't you look elsewhere?" Balam said speechlessly.

The younger brother was confused and said: "Brother, where can I find it?"

"Idiot, who do you think speaks English best in the slums?" Balam asked.

The younger brother shook his head, looking confused.

"Of course the idiots are the vendors, they are the people we are looking for." Balam said with a sneer.

After listening to Balam's words, the younger brother immediately understood that because the vendors in the slums have to sell to foreigners, they master a lot of languages, and as long as these people make money, they will not take a break. How to recruit such people?

Isn't it easy?

So my younger brother took people to the major vendors in the slums to recruit people. I heard that after a monthly guarantee of $100, the number of people who signed up exceeded 300 in one morning, and the news spread further and further.
Chapter completed!