Seeing that the flower-armed man was so aggressive, Xiaohu didn't want to continue to bully him alone. Although the gun ban had not been restored yet, it was still a troublesome thing to deal with, so he had to get out quickly.

yes.

Xiaohu slowly raised his gun, and this time the target was Zhang Daxiang's head: "Brother Xiang, I call you Brother Xiang for the last time. Can you return the six million to me immediately, Brother Hong? Can you still take it now?"

If you can’t pay back the money via mobile phone transfer, I’m going to bury you now!”

"Xiaohu, you will get into trouble sooner or later if you play like this!" Zhang Daxiang looked at the dark muzzle of the gun. In order to maintain the so-called "big brother image", he couldn't help but grit his teeth and replied.

"Bang!"

Xiaohu didn't shoot recklessly anymore, but stabbed the barrel of the gun hard into his open mouth and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"I don't want to hear you trying to reason with me right now. If you don't transfer the money within three seconds, I will send you to the mourning hall!" Xiaohu said in a sonorous voice with his eyes widened.

"three!"

"two!"

Just when Xiaohu had already put his finger on the trigger and pulled it down, Zhang Daxiang finally couldn't stand it any longer, picked up his phone and started the transfer process.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"

Zhang Daxiang, who was half-stuffed into his mouth to imitate the June 4 incident, was speechless. He could only stare and whimper with a frightened look on his face.

"Ding dong!"

"Whoosh!"

As Zhang Daxiang completed the transfer, Xiaohu pulled out the imitation sixty-four from his mouth, with a thin crystal line on the muzzle, making it impossible to bury it.

"Xiaohu, this is not how you run on the road." Zhang Daxiang covered his mouth and looked at Xiaohu bitterly.

"Snapped!"

Xiaohu raised his hand and slapped Zhang DaXiang on his fleshy face, causing Zhang DaXiang to take two steps back.

"Why do I need you to teach me how to run on the road? I am an old basket who has been around for decades and is nothing like a dog. Are you going to tell me a few words about life?"

"..."

Zhang Daxiao, who was slapped again, finally calmed down and stopped doing anything stupid to regain his dignity.

Xiaohu glanced at Zhang Daxiang and said: "If you have any thoughts in your heart, come to Ye Ji to see me at any time. What is my name? I don't need to repeat it to you, right?"

"No…"

Zhang Daxiang originally planned to remain silent in response, but when he saw Xiaohu's murderous eyes, he quickly gave up the idea.

"Let's go, Brother Hong!"

Xiaohu waved his hand and led Brother Hong out of the private room of the seafood restaurant.

Downstairs from the seafood restaurant, Xiaohu and Brother Hong got into the back seat one after another in the domineering car.

Kamba, who was in the passenger seat, turned around and asked lazily: "Is there a noise?"

There were bruises all over the side of Xiaohu's face, shoulders and arms, but that didn't stop him from boasting catchyly: "No! I'm not as good at riding a horse as you are. I can fight against a dozen people who are 1.78 meters tall."

Looking at the strong man who looks like the Hulk, after a few rounds I couldn't stand it anymore, so why shouldn't I make a move? We Ye Ji people can't lose..."

"You can pull me down. Two strong men with a small body like yours are trying to fight you with bare hands. You have to kneel down and ride on a dozen of them. Why don't you say that you had a fight with the Avengers..."

Kamba, who was very close to Xiaohu, mercilessly exposed the awesomeness he had just boasted.

Sitting aside, Brother Hong was a little reserved, with his hands between his legs, looking uneasy. Seeing the two brothers chatting, he tried to open his mouth several times but was unable to get a word in.

Naturally, Xiaohu couldn't ignore the benefactor, otherwise the beating he received would be in vain. So he rubbed his bruised face, smiled and pretended to be stupid and asked, "What's going on, Brother Hong?"

Is there anything else going on?"

"Damn it..." Brother Hong rubbed his hands again, and after feeling coy for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Today's incident at the seafood restaurant, I will help wipe it out..."

When he heard the word "help", the corners of Xiaohu's eyes raised unnaturally, and he quickly said: "Brother Hong, please don't say that, we Ye Ji's people work from beginning to end, and we will definitely not bring trouble to customers! This matter

I'll handle it for you. If there are no special circumstances, I will surrender myself to the Public Security Bureau, so you don't have to worry about it."

To be honest, in terms of Brother Hong's performance today, when he pushed Xiaohu at the critical moment, it would definitely not be considered as gratitude. After all, Xiaohu also helped him out. But it definitely cannot be considered as disgust, because as far as Xiaohu has been concerned over the years,

From experience, it is true that there are not many so-called "successful people" who look just like everyone else on the surface, but when something goes wrong, they immediately stop treating others as human beings.

If Brother Hong can stand still today, Xiaohu feels that helping him is not in vain.

Even though Brother Hong is not too lively in his life and work, he is not a fool who doesn't know anything. As soon as he heard Xiaohu's words, he knew that he had just said the wrong thing and quickly explained: "Brother Xiaohu, I was so excited.

It's easy to say the wrong thing, but don't take it seriously! I'll definitely do it all if it's my turn!"

Xiaohu smiled and joked casually: "Brother Hong, you don't need to be so reserved when talking to me. Just treat me as your little brother."

"Hey, I don't dare! You, Ye Ji, and this group of young talents are all big shots in the north of the city..." Brother Hong pushed back again and again.

Seeing Brother Hong swallowing every word that came to his lips, Kamba, who was waiting on the side, was worried for him and couldn't help but said: "Boss Hong, if you have any other instructions, just tell us, we don't have any."

No matter what kind of books you read, you can't be considered a cultured person. You are used to going straight."

"I didn't tell you anything. I don't know whether your rule is to pay 20% or half of today's fee..."

Brother Hong held it in for a long time and finally said the question in his mind in one breath.

"Fuck...what's the matter with me still treating you as Brother Hong? We've been working together for a long time and you think we are professional bill collectors?" Xiaohu smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his wristband, and started to light his own business.

He took one and blew out smoke rings.

"No, I heard that there are such rules in your industry..."

Brother Hong is not a road runner, but he has a lot of contact with people who are on the road because of his work. He cannot say that he understands all the rules on the road, but he still understands them.

Different accounts have different commission ratios, live accounts range from 10% to 20%, and dead accounts that have been collected by many people but cannot be collected can have a maximum proportion of half.

And if different people collect it, the proportion of the fee will be different. To use the simplest analogy, if you ask the boss of the company to take action, and if you ask his subordinates to collect it, the appearance fee will definitely be different.

That's why Brother Hong asked this question. After all, the feeling Xiaohu gave him just now made him very supportive. Not to mention deep friendship, he also hopes to go down to other places. If similar problems arise in the future, he can be asked to help.
Chapter completed!