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Chapter 46

It is definitely wrong to say that Wang Dabin followed Qiao Shiyou.

Taishan will have tens of thousands of disciples, wandering around every corner of the city's streets and alleys every day. It is relatively easy to find and locate someone. In addition to the slower transmission of information, the clairvoyance of future generations is not much different.

Qiao Shiyou came out of Alice and saw that it was still early. Besides, you don't have to be so punctual when meeting with a gangster like Wang Dabin. Being lazy is an attitude.

He got on a rickshaw and asked the rickshaw driver to take him to the nearest Chase Bank branch. He cashed the checks, divided them into five bundles, and put them in different pockets. One was worth 10,000 yuan and the other two were worth 20,000 yuan. It was no big deal.

Slowly rush to Zheng Ji Shengjian.

When we arrived at the entrance of the Shengjian restaurant, the big clock on the Bund was striking the last five o'clock.

You must believe that temperament is innate. Even if you want to violate it, you are still unable to get through it internally, always driving you to follow your own temperament. This is why old people often say that you look old at the age of three. Good people cannot be bad.

The reason and basis why bad people are always bad people.

A small restaurant is not as good as a large hotel. There is no such thing as a meal. From morning to night, diners come and eat as they please, giving them a unique sense of freedom and carefreeness. The quality of the business depends entirely on the taste.

Although it was just five o'clock at this time, the wealthy families in Shanghai were having afternoon tea now, and dinner had to wait until eight or nine o'clock. Even ten o'clock was not too late, but the place was almost full.

Of course the store is not very big.

There are also noisy people inside, the smoke is thick, and the light is dim. Most store owners are reluctant to turn on the lights. Some stores don't even install electric lights, because it costs thousands of dollars to install a light, and the monthly electricity bill is tens of dollars.

Yuan. For this fried bun shop, how many fried buns do you have to sell to make money back?

Qiao Shiyou sometimes wants to be quiet, and also likes to feel free and carefree. Occasionally, he comes here to change his taste and mood.

Looking past the diners coming in and out, Qiao Shiyou glanced at the man sitting at a table in the middle of the room against the wall, and recognized that he was the man he had invited to meet.

I saw that he was wearing a soap-colored cardigan and a pair of wide silk trousers, but they were white. He was holding a purple teapot in his hand. The table was bare, with nothing on it. He was staring at the door.

With.

A newspaper is half spread out on the table.

Qiao Shiyou walked through the door, turned back, and went straight into the house.

Wang Dabin believed that the person who came in was Qiao Shiyou. He put the teapot and clasped his hands together, "I have met Master Qiao. I am Wang Dabin."

This person did have some of Hong Ye's demeanor back then, but he was still too young. Qiao Shiyou smiled in his heart.

"I am Qiao Shiyou. I work at home and am known as Mr. Qiao Er. I wonder if Mr. Wang has any advice for me."

"I don't want to take it seriously. I just have some news that the second master may be interested in."

"Ha, I'm a businessman, and I'm interested in any news that can make money. I mentioned what happened to Mr. Hong back then, I'm sure I can guess a bit."

"Oh, really? This is news that can avoid disaster."

"You're saying that I'm going to lose money today?"

Too abrupt.

Wang Dabin couldn't help but be silent for a moment.

"If it sounds like you're going to lose money, it's better not to listen." Qiao Shiyou was decisive in business and had never been interested in the low-level businessmen who were pretentious. He bowed and made a move.

It's not obvious that he's going to leave.

"Fanderui is yours, right?" Wang Dabin saw that Qiao Shiyou didn't like to make remarks, so he spoke decisively.

"If we're talking about a person, he's my person."

"Okay, well, he hired two people from me a week ago to go on a long business trip, to do things for the second master, right?"

"Then it depends on what to do."

"Things about Peng County."

Wang Dabin pointed to the photo of Mutian on the outside.

"right."

"Second Master, I'm happy. Do you know the result?"

Qiao Shiyou smiled, took out the envelope, pulled out the telegraph newspaper, opened it and laid it flat on the table.

Wang Dabin had attended the Taishan Society's literacy class when he first changed the message, and he recognized the contents of the telegram. His face sank, "You know it all."

"Snakes have their own ways. Rats have their own way."

"I'm afraid the second master still doesn't know."

"oh?"

"Dahu and Erniu, who went on a long business trip with Fandrui and never came back, are two brothers. My father died early, and there is an old woman in her sixties or seventies who came to the meeting today to ask for someone."

Qiao Shiyou looked at Wang Dabin seriously.

"It's so pitiful that a sixty or seventy-year-old woman with white hair is giving birth to a woman with black hair. What's more important is how she will live in the future."

"I can try my best to help with this."

"I know that Mr. Qiao Er is a kind man. However, the two children have been supported by the club since they were ten years old. Now that they can make money,..."

"How much did you get from Fandry?"

"Mr. Qiao Er, it's very fair here. Based on thirty years of work, excluding salary increases and inflation, the total is 700,000. Fan De Rui shouldn't have to pay this money, and he can't afford it."

"You mean, if I can afford it, should I do it?"

"Hey, there is someone in charge of everything."

"Are you trying to say that every injustice has its owner?"

"The words are rough but the reasoning is not rough."

"How much is this news worth?"

"Second Master, it's funny. You've got it. You have your own channels. I'll give it to you for free. As long as you agree to the 700,000 yuan."

"I'll think about it, maybe there is another algorithm."

"This is how all brothers in our association are calculated for work-related injuries and deaths, and we have won several lawsuits in the yamen. Second Master, you probably don't want this matter to go to the government."

Qiao Shiyou smiled again, slowly folded the telegraph newspaper on the table, and was about to put it into an envelope.

"Wait a minute, second master, let me hug you again."

"oh?"

"Look, just look."

Qiao Shiyou secretly smiled and handed the telegram to Wang Dabin with his fingers.

"What, did you see something?" Qiao Shiyou asked with a smile when he saw that Wang Dabin was looking at him with a researching spirit.

"interesting."

"Of course, it's business."

"In this way, the second master will not remember the faults of villains..."

"It's too late, what's the point?"

"Just now, I was offended by Meng Lang, the second master."

"Where, where. This should be the helmsman of which branch. It does look like Mr. Hong's demeanor back then. It's really an honor to condescend to make an appointment with the next businessman."

"The second master is joking," he telegraphed, "It is really amazing to have this channel, my second master. I have never dreamed of having such blessing."

"real?"

"That's right. As soon as I saw this, I was trembling when I spoke to you. I was so frightened."

"You're more or less a celebrity, so what's the use of such connections?"

"Oh, my second master, you are so full that you don't know how hungry you are. What you are doing is a serious business. I used to be fine, but now I am just a second-tailed boy. I am nothing. That's me.

Only the connections and channels of the official family are needed.”

"I've heard that these people are not easy to deal with. They eat people without spitting out their bones." Qiao Shiyou said the last sentence very softly and looked around.

"Hey, don't be afraid. I have some business there, and it cannot be separated from the government. The worse it is, the better."

"This is quite fresh."

"How can a good official hang out with serious businessmen all day long?"

"Prospering the market and developing the economy are also the responsibilities of the government. It's not surprising."

"If you go there, it's all for the common people. I know a lot of gossip, but I never dare to tell it to a newspaper. Besides, there are not many newspapers nowadays that seriously speak for the common people."

"Do you know anyone from the newspaper office?"

"The boss of this newspaper, Uncle Ji, is familiar with the old helmsman."

"oh."

"Sorry, I'm going too far. Let's do the math again now."

"What algorithm?"

"The second master looked at the matter of the big tiger and the two cows. The main reason is that the lonely old lady is too pitiful. Please introduce this to me." He clicked on the telegraph newspaper with his finger, "This is worth more than money."

Already."

"Why don't you frame it for me and send it over?" Qiao Shiyou suddenly became childlike and playful.

"Framed? Okay, that's a great idea. How about you, uncle? I'll frame it with a gold-rimmed photo frame, put it in the main hall, burn three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, and let the disciples all worship. Haha."

People cannot be complacent, otherwise they will forget themselves.

Wang Dabin held up the telegraph newspaper, looked up at it, and turned around in circles.

"Ha, okay, okay."

The sighs kept coming.

The diners leaned over and looked over.

Qiao Shiyou lowered his head in embarrassment.

There was a commotion outside, and a group of men in short black clothes rushed in and quickly surrounded Wang Dabin and Qiao Shikuan.

Wang Dabin didn't notice it and still sighed and turned around.

Qiao Shiyou looked at everyone in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.

The scene immediately fell silent. It was noisy just now, but now you could probably hear a pin drop.

Wang Dabin suddenly woke up and looked around.

"Blue Dragon Club!"

He stuffed the telegraph newspaper into his arms, turned around, put his feet on the bench, grabbed the purple clay pot on the table, took a sip of tea, and held it in front of him, "What's going on?!"

No one answered, but a dozen strong men were ready to attack, watching eagerly.

"Huh!"

When he wanted to drink tea again, a corridor suddenly appeared in the black circle of people.

A tall, thin man wearing a cardigan silk shirt and silk trousers with a Western-style windbreaker strode in.

"Trespassing into bad territory, will you leave a leg or an arm today?" the visitor shouted loudly.

"Xiong Yaowu, don't talk nonsense! I'm asking a friend to talk about something today, and I'm giving you face by asking you to go to your place. Don't talk arrogantly!"

"Talk about something? What a joke, I think you want to usurp my Qinglong Club's territory, but the drunkard's intention is not in the bar!"

"If you still want to slander others, let me take away one of your arms today!"

Wang Dabin raised his hand and patted the purple clay pot on the table. He ignored the fragments on the table and stood on the stool. A white crane spread its wings and was about to pounce down on Xiong Yaowu.

"presumptuous!"

A bell-like sound came from behind Xiong Yaowu.


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