The sky is still dark, and a large group of workers are mixed with the young and dandy, and they are already busy together.

They moved out colorful magazines with the word "Jianghu" printed from the factory and loaded them with several white vans.

Chen Yaoqing, Long and Azha were three brothers, and the five brothers, were standing at the door. The fat man next to him was smiling and chatting with several people.

"Yaoqing, Brother Long, Brother Zha, how about it? I just said that my factory is efficient enough. It only takes four hours, and all 200,000 copies will be completed."

Chen Yaoqing nodded and said:

"Efficiency is efficiency, but the cost is not cheap. Mr. Ma, everyone is his own, and it costs eight yuan per bank. Isn't this a bit too expensive?"

Fatty Ma shook his head repeatedly and explained:

"Brother Qing, I have so many workers working overtime all night, and labor is very expensive. Moreover, your magazines are printed in color, and the cost is very high. I just want to pay eight yuan per book for my own people. If it is someone else, I will not want to give me twelve or three."

Tony also participated in the turnaround meeting, and he was one of the most eloquent people, and immediately replied:

"Mr. Ma, we have asked our brothers to help, just because of this, if you lose two or three yuan, you will make a lot of money."

"And, we print magazines for a day or two, and we will come and go there again in the future."

"Brother Tony, stop being funny. Your magazine is priced at 25, which is even more ruthless than Master Lei said. Even if you add the labor in your cultural company, you can earn at least fifteen yuan per book, and the young lady has already ordered 100,000 books, 1.5 million, it's only the first day."

Fatty Ma heard that he seemed to be a cat with his tail trampled, and immediately started to yell with excitement.

As he said that, he added:

"Lei is really nothing to say to you. You can do this kind of money-grabbing business. I won't have such a good life. I will make such a little hard money and get up at three o'clock in the middle of the night to start work!"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ma, we brothers have written down your love, you need not say anything."

Chen Yaoqing saw that Fatty Ma was talking endlessly, and knew that the other party was a member and knew very well how much his brother had earned, so he couldn't help but be fooled.

"Yaoqing still understands the truth."

Fatty Ma was satisfied, then his eyes rolled and said:

"But, if my brothers want me to be cheaper, it wouldn't be unconfident."

"In this way, we will work together on magazines, and we will be able to make five yuan per book in the future. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Azha rolled her eyes, pretending not to hear it, and held the Crazy Dragon with one hand and said:

"Crazy Dragon, what time did you get up last night? Haven't eaten yet, let's go, Fuji, I'll treat you."

Chen Yaoqing followed closely behind and said carelessly:

"Damn, Azh, don't you invite me?"

"Of course, together!"

"Okay, then let's go together."

Several people talked to themselves and completely left Fatty Ma aside.

Fatty Ma has been doing business for many years, and his face has been very thick-skinned. He doesn't care about it, so he quickly said:

"I didn't eat either. We happened to cooperate so happily. I'll treat you to me. We will eat and talk about the investment."

Kuanglong, who had not spoken, also rolled his eyes and sighed:

"I'm just talking nonsense, Mr. Ma, you really get on the bargain, it's even more despicable than those of us who are doing it."

Azha took out a cigar from his arms, lit it up, and took a deep breath.

"I am a slag, but I'm just the little ink in your belly, so let's forget it. Tony, how about I'm going to sign up for a dance class?"

Tony nodded repeatedly and said:

"You think you are my elder brother and a cultural person? Besides, Mr. Lei said that only the three of us can settle this business. Mr. Ma must work together. OK, then we will write your factory address to see what will happen."

Well………

Fatty Ma immediately became embarrassed when he heard this and said with a smirk:

"Just, it's just a joke, don't be so serious."

You know, since Fatty Ma is responsible for printing magazines, of course he has read the content of the magazine.

There are countless rankings of various ancient and confusing people in the Jianghu magazine, such as the ranking of community forces, money rankings, fierce people rankings, etc.

If the big guys outside see this, they will definitely cause trouble.

Fatty Ma knew that people like him would never be able to withstand the harassment of those young and dandy boys.

If you really dare to write his address, I am afraid that if you write it out today, you will be burned tomorrow.

At this time, a young and dandy dressed in a cowboy ran over and said:

"Boss, all the goods are loaded into the car."

"kindness!"

Hearing this, Chen Yaoqing stood up and ordered:

"Then let's deliver the goods. Before 9:30, I will deliver them to the Macau Lisboa Hotel and someone will answer."

"clear."

My brother agreed, and the three vans started immediately and left Yuen Long.

Early in the morning, many newspaper booths in Hong Kong Economic Market discovered that a group of guys dressed in arrogantly and obviously didn't look like good people were driving a van at the door of their store.

Then, several big men got out of the car and walked towards the boss to a newspaper booth in Tsingdong. A man in his forties, but looking like he was in his fifties and had a vicissitudes of life, was opening a store.

This small newspaper booth, less than 20 square meters, is the source of his family of three's livelihood.

So he takes care of it every day.

It was only 7:30 in the morning, and the other newspaper booths had not opened yet, so he had arrived and was ready.

Today was different from usual. As soon as he opened the door, he saw several big and thick men driving a van blocking the door of his store and getting off together.

"Oh, it's been miserable."

The owner of the newspaper booth lamented in his heart that he, who has lived in the Hong Kong General Market for many years, understood the rules very well and hurriedly called him:

"Dear bosses, what's the matter? I've paid the protection fee."

The man in the lead is about 1.9 meters tall, and he looks down at people.

After hearing the boss's words, the man was amused and said with a squint:

"I've handed over? Then why didn't I receive it? You see clearly. We are from the city leader, and you gave it to us?"

"ah?"

When the newspaper owner heard the word "city walled city", he felt even more bitter.

He knew very well that the people there were outlaws, and what else could they do when they came to their shop early in the morning? Just knock it out.

"Porcelain cannot touch bricks and tiles." The newspaper owner didn't even dare to say anything, and immediately took out five hundred yuan and handed it on:

"Dear bosses, I just opened and I don't have any business. I only have a few hundred dollars, so I'll invite you guys to drink tea."

The man just glanced at the money in the boss's hand and immediately said disdainfully:

"Five hundred yuan, are you a beggar? Are you a brother who is a slut?"

"No, no, no, how dare I have this meaning, just..."

The newspaper owner was very honest. While speaking, he lifted up all the boxes he had put in his money.

I saw that it was "empty" inside and there was really no money.

At this time, the co-pilot of the van poked a head. He was young and looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He looked rebellious and said unhappy:

"Xiao Shin-hshin, what the hell are you doing? Is it a matter of sending a magazine for so long? Has it been agreed?"

"Well……"

When the man saw the man talking, his originally vicious expression immediately slowed down and nodded and bowed:

"Brother Hu, I'm talking, it's time to get it done."

After saying that, the man turned his head and stared at the boss and said viciously:

"It's all you bastard, you're wasting my time."

"Brother, I really have no money."

The newspaper owner smiled and thought that he might be beaten today.

I never thought about what happened next, which was completely unexpected.

The man waved his hand and said unhappily:

"Who wants your hundreds of dollars? We are doing business."

As he said that, the man waved his hand and a little brother next to him walked over with a stack of thick books.

"Then, these magazines are sold here, and the price is 25 yuan per book. We charge you 23 yuan. It's okay for you to make two yuan, right?"

"ah?"
To be continued...