Chu Heng had a calm expression on his face, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, rather than deciding the livelihood of Mazi and his gang of idiots.
Appeared!
Finally appeared again!
Wan Xiaotian looked at him who seemed relaxed and casual, but there was a strong sense of oppression in his movements, his eyes were full of fanaticism.
This kid has been imitating Chu Heng's state, but unfortunately he has never been able to grasp the essence. Instead, he often draws tigers instead of dogs, making everyone laugh.
Contrary to his appearance, Mazi's face was gloomy, and his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, he really wanted to get angry on the spot, throw the cigarette butt in his hand on Chu Heng’s face, and loudly ask Chu Heng why he came to grab food with these lowly people. eat.
Unfortunately, he does not have the courage or the strength.
If he really does this, it is estimated that starting from tomorrow, there will be no place for him in this huge city, and it will even be difficult to get out of this big city!
Mazi looked at the big man in front of him with a sad face, who was as unshakable as a towering mountain to him, and begged unwillingly: "Master Chu, please... please give our brothers a way to survive. .”
The group of brothers under him are all relying on this pigeon market to make a living, and the main source of income is by reselling food. Without this income, he dare not think about what will happen in the future. !
“Who said there is no way for you to survive?”
Chu Heng looked at him with a smile, put his arm around his shoulders, and asked with a kind face: “Brother, I ask You, at what price are you collecting grain now?”
Mazi was a little confused and didn’t know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, but he still answered truthfully. : "Food prices are getting higher and higher now. We charge 46 cents for sweet potatoes, 51 cents for corn noodles, and rice is basically one piece. We have to pay 90 cents for the third-grade powder, and 90 cents for the second-grade powder. Five cents, ninety-eight cents for first class, at least one dollar and seven cents for a special class like you."
"It goes up so fast!"
Chu Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, pondered for a moment, then pulled Mazi back and said in a low voice: "Let's do this, brother, from now on you can come to me when you purchase goods. At the current price, I'll give it to you. What do you think about Yi Cheng coming out?”
“You didn’t lie to me?” Mazi was immediately overjoyed and felt that there was a bright future.
He had inquired before coming here. The price of food here in Chu Heng was even lower than his purchase price. If he really gave up 10% of the price, he would earn more than before. Some!
The most important thing is, it is safer!
It is naturally much safer to get the goods directly from Chu Heng than to collect them door to door through the streets.
As for where Chu Heng's food comes from, that is not within the scope of his consideration. Big people have big people's connections, which is not something a small person like him can know.
“Do you think I need to lie to you?” Chu Heng glared in feigned anger at this time.
"No, no, why would a person like you lie to me?" Mazi rubbed his hands with a flattering smile, and asked anxiously: "Then, that, that...how do we get the goods? ?"
"You can discuss this with Wan Xiaotian, I don't care." Chu Heng smiled and waved to Wan Xiaotian who was listening with his ears raised: "Come here."
" Alas! ”
Wan Xiaotian stepped forward quickly.
"You heard what I said just now, you can study the rest." Chu Heng explained casually, then turned and left, planning to go shopping in the market.
"Master Chu."
Yan Muze stopped him when he saw this, and came over to consult with a smile on his face: "You see, I can't be of much help here, or else I can Go to the market and see if you can find anything good." "Let's go." Chu Heng nodded and waved to Wan Xiaotian's younger brother: "Come here."
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The young man stepped forward and said, "Master Chu, please give me your orders."
"Take the money."
Chu Heng handed him a wad of money and told him without hesitation. Said: "From now on, you will follow Master Yan and remember clearly what you bought and how much you spent."
"Oh, don't worry, I guarantee you won't let this happen." The old boy got out of my sight," the younger brother said with a sneer.
“You still can’t trust me.” Yan Muze looked bitter.
"Do you think you still have credibility in front of me?" Chu Heng sneered and glanced sideways at him, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, turned around and walked out of the stall.
Wan Xiaotian, who was discussing with Mazi, quickly ordered his two brothers to follow him, firstly to serve him, and secondly to prevent accidents from happening. After all, this is a pigeon market, and there are all kinds of birds. A stupid young man comes out and does it for Chu Heng. When the time comes, he won’t even be able to find a way to cry!
“Hey!”
Yan Muze sighed deeply, feeling regretful for his initial confusion. Then he cheered up and took the guard that guarded him like a thief. The younger brother walked back along the original path.
When he just came here, he noticed a few stalls selling old items on the roadside, but he was in a hurry and didn’t have time to take a look, so he just happened to go and take a look this time.
Chu Heng was walking in the opposite direction to the old man.
After he left the stall, he took the two boys to the depths of the market, stopping and stopping along the way, buying some small odds and ends and snacks from time to time.
After strolling like this for almost twenty minutes, they reached the end of the market.
Looking at the few dim lights burning in the darkness ahead, Chu Heng remembered the old man selling bronze swords when he came last time, so he walked over with his two younger brothers, thinking See if the old man is still there. If you meet him again, you might as well ask him about the origin of the sword in his hand.
Soon.
The three of them came close. Coincidentally, the old man selling the sword was really here!
Chu Heng came over to take a look and found the old man smoking in the corner. The stall in front of him There is also a bronze tripod on it.
He was overjoyed and hurriedly walked forward and asked with a smile: "Master, do you still remember me?"
The old man's hands trembled as he was thinking about something. The cigarette butt almost burned himself. He hurriedly raised his head and looked at the young men standing in front of him with their arms folded. Finally, his eyes rested on Chu Heng, who still had some impressions.
The swaying firelight shone on his face, making his face look flickering and a little gloomy.
The old man who had something in his mind suddenly panicked, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at Chu Heng. He didn't even care about the things on the stall, turned around and ran into the woods behind him.
“Oh shit!”
Chu Heng, who still wanted to talk to the old man, suddenly lost his eyes in shame. He rubbed his eyes in pain, and the first thing he thought of was There must be something wrong with this old man. Why would he run away if he wasn't allowed?
“Hurry up and chase after me!”
Chu Heng hurriedly ordered the two younger brothers who were about to step forward to see what was going on with him.
The two hesitated for a moment, then ran wildly, chasing the old man in the direction where he was escaping.