Passepartout said: "However, the power of the Golden Dragon Palace is spread across all walks of life in Longdu, and it has strong assets and endless money to spend. The brothers below us quietly discussed and speculated that the brothers of the Golden Dragon Palace... are probably more than one hundred thousand.
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"Well...it seems like my situation is too small!"
Jiang Zhonglou smiled slightly.
"Brother Jing, if you have done your job well this time, you will definitely be able to be received by Boss Jin. When the time comes, you must not forget our brothers!" Passepartout said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly!"
Jiang Zhonglou smiled.
He didn't even know what the Golden Dragon Palace was, so he was so confused that Passepartout mistook him for a senior executive of the Golden Dragon Palace...
"Okay, you can continue drinking, I'm going to read a book."
Jiang Zhonglou drank the wine in the bottle.
"Reading a book?"
Passepartout looked confused and said, "We are like dwarf mules, what kind of books are we reading?"
"Knowledge is power. No matter what you do, you must read books!" Jiang Zhonglou said with a smile.
"Oh...you must be working on a plan to take the cake!"
Passepartout smiled.
He thought Jiang Zhonglou was going to study the route of robbing a bank, or some weird technical methods...
"That's right!"
Jiang Zhonglou waved his hand, returned to the room, lay on the bed, and read the economics books prepared for him by his fourth senior sister. If there were any terms he didn't understand, he opened his mobile phone to search...
It wasn't until midnight that Guapi came back drunk.
He was lying on the other bed, snoring loudly and farting loudly, and the smell of wine and farts was intoxicating...
"Forehead..."
Jiang Zhonglou was speechless, so he had to move a recliner, went to the kitchen next door, and continued reading...
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The next morning, Jiang Zhonglou appeared at the gate of Dihao Nightclub with Guapi Sanya and Sadako.
They sat under the big tree across the street.
Guapi took out a deck chair from the tricycle and pushed it aside. Jiang Zhonglou was lying on the deck chair, lazily reading a copy of "Das Kapital".
Sanya took out a tea set and put it on the tricycle, made four cups of fragrant tea for everyone, and chatted and laughed with Sadako.
Obviously, she likes this company very much.
Sadako washed her face today, but she still covered her face with her disheveled hair to prevent others from seeing her elegant and refined face.
Guapi was wearing a straw hat, sipping tea and lazily observing the goings-on in the Dihao Nightclub.
Although it was already noon, the Dihao Nightclub was still quiet, the door was closed, and there was no movement.
Even the security guard at the door went into the security room and took a nap.
Dihao Nightclub is open all night, and only all the customers leave at 5 or 6 in the morning.
At this moment, the Dihao Nightclub is like a groom who has been exhausted all night and falls asleep...
It wasn't until after ten o'clock that a security guard came out and opened the door with a yawn, letting a few cleaning ladies in.
When he saw Jiang Zhonglou and the others on the other side of the road, he was stunned for a moment, walked to the other side of the street with a frown, and said to Jiang Zhonglou under the big tree: "Boy, why are you here again?"
"What? Did anyone rule that you can't come here?"
Jiang Chonglou put away the "Das Kapital" in his hand and asked lazily.
"this..."
The security guard was speechless.
"The road is facing the sky, let's go to each side. I'm on the other side of the street, and I won't come to your Imperial Gate to affect your business. Is there any problem?" Jiang Chonglou smiled again.
"Hmph! Just wait for me and someone will take care of you!"
The security guard snorted coldly, turned around and entered the gate of Dihao Nightclub, took out his phone and made a call.
Soon, a minivan sped over and stopped in front of Jiang Zhonglou and the others.
Ayue and Qizi, along with a few others, jumped out of the car.
"Boy, didn't you fucking say yesterday that you wouldn't come here to pick up trash?"
"You are talking like a fart!"
Ayue and Pistachio shouted angrily.
"Who said I don't mean what I say?"
Jiang Zhonglou was still lying on the recliner with no intention of getting up, "Which of your eyes saw me picking up trash here?"
"Then what are you doing here?"
"You are sitting on the street on your tricycle, aren't you just waiting to pick up rags?"
Ayue Pistachio asked doubtfully.
"No, no, we are here to collect rags, not pick them up." Jiang Zhonglou smiled lazily.
"What's the difference between picking up rags and collecting rags...?"
Pistachio asked in confusion.
"The difference is huge! To pick up rags is to sell them after you pick them up, but to collect rags is to collect your rags with money, and then sell them to the seller to earn the difference..."
"Let me go...what's the difference between this and hair?" Pistachio looked confused.
"Of course there is a difference! Picking rags is a dirty, tiring and hard-earned business, but collecting rags is a decent business. So, I am the boss and you are migrant workers..."
"What? How dare you look down on our brothers?" Ayue suddenly became angry.
"I didn't mean that. It's because your situation is too small..."
Jiang Zhonglou smiled again and said, "Although we have different divisions of labor, we are all here to make money. If you pick up Dihao's trash and sell it to me, you can get the money right away, why not do it?"
"Huh! We won't sell our waste products to you!" Pistachio snorted coldly.
"Look, the layout is too small, isn't it? Your waste products must be sold for money, so what difference does it make to who you sell them to?"
Jiang Zhonglou looked at Ayue Pistachio with disdain, "I just felt that there was a misunderstanding yesterday, so I took the initiative to come to collect your waste products and express my apology...
In this way, not only can I make a fortune, but you can also save money by selling it. This is called mutual benefit and win-win, and we can make a fortune together...
You actually use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. The situation is really too small!
Please read a book if you are fine, and gain insights. Are all of you, the Imperial Kings, at this level?"
"us..."
"this..."
Ayue Pistachio was confused and looked at each other.
They never expected that this guy would come to collect scraps today just to express his apology.
This indeed saved them a lot of trouble.
Otherwise, they would have to take the scraps to the purchasing stations on the outskirts of the city to sell them...
However, is this kid really so kind?
Ayue Pistachio is still a little suspicious.
"Don't worry, my prices are guaranteed to be higher than those at other buying stations, and the tickets are collected on the spot. What are you afraid of? This pattern... is really worrying!"
Jiang Zhonglou shook his head and sighed, looking angry.
"Okay, then we will sell you the scrap!"
"Don't try to play any tricks, otherwise I'll make you look good!"
Ayue Pistachio said dubiously.
"Don't worry, what tricks can I play at the gate of your Imperial Palace? You are too timid, right?"
Jiang Zhonglou said disdainfully.
"Okay! Just wait, we will sell you the scraps in a moment!"
Ayue Pistachio and his men then parked the minivan at the gate of Dihao Nightclub and sat in the car to smoke.
Jiang Zhonglou was still lying on the couch, lazily reading his "Das Kapital".
The streets were calm again.
After a while, a van slowly stopped in front of the lounge chair in Jiang Zhonglou.
"Look, this garbage picker is actually reading Das Kapital!"
A woman in the car picked up her mobile phone, pointed it at Jiang Zhonglou and started taking pictures.