"Ten thousand yuan households" was a very popular term in the 1980s and early 1990s.
At this time, the average annual income of the people was only a few hundred yuan. Under normal circumstances, it was basically impossible to accumulate up to 10,000 yuan by relying solely on hard work.
And Song Wenjing, the son of a farmer, was already working hard in this direction.
"Brother Song, are you here?" Yang Zhigang diligently poured a glass of water for Song Wenjing.
After going to Shang Shaohua's place in the morning, Song Wenjing rushed directly to the video room. Last night, he left earlier, so he didn't know if anything happened later.
"Zhigang, what happened last night? Nothing special happened, right?"
"There is no big problem. It's just that some people want to continue watching and say that three movies are not enough, especially for that kind of movie. Only one was shown, and some people proposed to show another one."
"Hehe..." Song Wenjing smiled mischievously, "Do you want to watch it too? Tell you, no way, I can only show one movie a day. I bought ten of those movies in total. If I show them all, I will
How can it be so attractive?"
Song Wenjing did not store the ten separate movies in the video hall, but in his rental house. He would come here every day, bring one box over, and take the other box away.
They are all young and energetic young men. If something happens if they watch too much, it will not be safe.
This kind of film belongs to a gray area and can be controlled or ignored. Basically all video halls are showing it. Many people come here just for this kind of film. Of course Song Wenjing will follow the trend wisely.
"Brother Song, I'm not messing around. After people leave, I always go to bed directly, but I don't turn on the phone alone."
Yang Zhigang is that kind of honest person. Whatever he is told, he will do it to the best of his ability, and he doesn't have any gimmicks.
This is one of the reasons why Song Wenjing is relieved to let him live here alone. After all, equipment costing several thousand dollars is placed here. If a thief takes a fancy to it and wants to take action, it will be much better to have someone here.
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"Who is the boss? Come out!"
Song Wenjing was just about to tease Yang Zhigang a few more times, but he didn't expect a shout to come from outside the gate.
The voice was unfamiliar, and he probably wasn't an acquaintance. What's more, he was asking who the boss was.
Song Wenjing opened the door and walked out. Yang Zhigang followed him out of curiosity.
I saw four young people standing at the door. The leader of the group had dyed yellow hair and a cigarette in his mouth. He was squinting at the two people who walked out of the door.
"I'm the boss, I wonder what your orders are?"
Observing words and expressions was Song Wenjing's basic ability. From the way they dressed and the tone of their voices, he could tell that these people were probably looking for trouble.
Such a thing must be inevitable. Song Wenjing had been mentally prepared for a long time. But what surprised him was that on only the third day, someone came looking for him?
Were they arranged by other video studios to come and cause trouble? Or were they just gangsters from nearby? Song Wenjing had no way of knowing.
Yang Zhigang, who followed out, saw such a scene and suddenly became a little nervous. He couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket. At this time, there was a small sheathed dagger inside.
I stayed alone in the video room every night. Although the doors and windows were closed, I was still a little scared, so I went to the market to buy a self-defense weapon during the day.
Seeing Yang Zhigang's actions, Song Wenjing quickly turned around and patted him on the shoulder. He was really worried that Yang Zhigang would do something impulsively.
He does business to make money, not to cause trouble for himself. If you can talk about this kind of thing, let's talk about it. If you can't reach an agreement, let the police station handle it. There is no need to actually do it yourself.
"Are you the boss? This video hall is newly opened by you? Have you paid the management fee and health fee?"
Huang Mao held a cigarette in his mouth, put one hand in his pocket, and looked at Song Wenjing sideways. He seemed not to take him seriously at all.
Hearing what the other party said, Song Wenjing didn't know that he was here to collect protection fees. He even called them management fees and health fees. He probably learned it from the gangsters in Hong Kong Island by watching videos.
"Brother, are you from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau or the Health Bureau? How come I didn't know about these fees before?" Song Wenjing deliberately pretended to be deaf and dumb.
A bald man on the side immediately started shouting when he heard that Song Wenjing was clearly not up to the mark.
"Boy, don't toast or eat as a penalty. In this area, those who dare not give our Brother Huangmao face are not born yet. If you have the guts, you can try it again. Do you still want to open this video parlor?"
Seeing the bald man's arrogant look, Song Wenjing frowned.
"Brother Huang Mao, right? I'm sorry, I'm new to Guibao Land and I can't see Mount Tai. Zhigang, go inside and get a red plum cigarette. Just treat it like making friends with Brother Huang Mao today. Please take good care of me in the future."
Song Wenjing didn't want to offend these gangsters easily. If he could spend a little money to get rid of them, he wouldn't have to look for help.
Yang Zhigang ran into the house quickly, brought out a cigarette, and handed it to Song Wenjing.
Song Wenjing took it and handed it to Huang Mao, "Brother Huang Mao, take this cigarette and smoke it first. I'll give you instructions later if you need anything!"
Huang Mao was not polite at all, he took it directly and held it in his hand, "Boy, this cigarette is just an apology for not knowing our name. However, we still have to pay the management fee, we can't let it go bad."
rule."
I originally thought of taking out a cigarette and sending these people away, but I didn't expect that the other party started to push further.
Perhaps he took the cigarette too easily and thought Song Wenjing was easy to bully.
"Brother Huang Mao, I really didn't bring any money with me today. You see, the business hasn't started yet. How about I invite some of my brothers to watch the video?"
Song Wenjing took a step back. If he could solve it himself, he didn't want to trouble others. After all, they all need favors. Sometimes favors are more important than money.
"Boy, I'm telling you, don't try to change the subject. Don't go and ask me. My Huangmao is so prestigious in this area that no one will deny me face."
Huang Mao threw the cigarette butt from his mouth aside, and finally turned his head to face Song Wenjing with a fierce look.
The bald man who had been acting as a thug rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the front, "Brother Huang Mao, don't talk nonsense to them. Let me destroy his store directly. I want to see how he can continue his business."
It seemed that things could not get better. Song Wenjing also knew that people did not care about his face at all, and he was just doing it for money.
"Brother Huang Mao, I don't know how you plan to collect the management fee?"
Upon hearing what Song Wenjing said, Huang Mao immediately put away his bad expression and instead showed a hint of a smile.
"Boy, this is the way to go. In this way, you pay a management fee of 200 yuan a week, and we will help you take care of your store from now on, and no one will come to trouble you."
Damn, it’s really dark. Song Wenjing couldn’t help but cursed to himself.
Of course, Song Wenjing could not agree to such a request. If there is one, there will be two. This kind of person will never be able to fill the gap.
"Brother Huangmao, I really don't have so much cash with me. Who dares to carry so much cash with me these days, right? How about I go to the bank and withdraw some money. But, 200 yuan a week, isn't it too much?
It’s too much, I just opened my business not long ago, so I can’t bear it.”
Song Wenjing looked unhappy, pretending to be helpless, and started to bargain at the same time.
"Damn it, you are looking for death. You dare to bargain with our Brother Huangmao. You will get whatever he says. Believe it or not, I will light a fire for you. Let you drink the northwest wind." The bald man shouted arrogantly again, even
He also stepped forward and pushed Song Wenjing.
Yang Zhigang on the side was filled with indignation and almost impulsively pulled out the knife from his pocket. However, Song Wenjing held him down and stopped his next move.
Yang Zhigang was young and usually considered loyal and honest. But sometimes young people like this would get carried away and lose their minds. Song Wenjing didn't want to make the matter a big deal. Of course there are people who can handle this kind of thing, so why do you have to do it yourself.
"Brothers, since Brother Huang Mao said it, I will do it, and I will ask you to take care of me in the future. In this way, I will go to the bank and be back soon." After saying that, Song Wenjing turned around and prepared to leave first.
"Wait a minute." Huang Mao blocked Song Wenjing's way, "Boy, you are not planning to go to the police station to call the police. Baldhead, you go with him."