The boss showed a business smile and opened his arms to give the messenger a hug, but was rejected.
"If you want to talk, talk quickly, don't waste my time."
"Okay, okay, let's talk about business first."
As the saying goes, money can make all the difference. After accepting the money, the boss's attitude towards the two of them made a 180-degree turn.
He was so enthusiastic that Jin Pingan thought he was dreaming.
The two followed the boss into the back room and followed the stairs to the basement.
"I'm sorry, brother, I don't have any good stuff here, so I'll make do with it."
The boss poured the courier a glass of beer, and then poured another glass for Jin Pingan.
Jin Ping'an's face was tangled. He didn't expect that he had it. You know, when he came here not long ago, the boss had someone beat him up, but now he acted like he was fine.
In fact, this is the reality in the black zone. As long as there is money to be made, no matter how big the hatred is, you can put it aside temporarily.
Especially when the boss's business is not very good, giving money is like a real father.
Most people would think that opening a tattoo shop in a black area must be very profitable, after all, there are so many people in need of tattoos.
If you have this idea, it can only be said that it is too naive.
Don't think that he doesn't lack money when he runs a tattoo shop.
It is true that tattooing is very profitable, with an order ranging from hundreds to thousands.
Just do one or two orders a day, and you can make a lot of money in a month.
But what is the real situation?
If you want to open a store in a place like this, you won't be able to survive unless you have a strong idea.
Otherwise, if they don’t pay the balance after the tattoo is done, what can you do?
Even if you worship Shantou, there will still be people who come to make free money, and most of them are the subordinates of Shantou you worship. They are all 'family' and can't be too open to outsiders, right?
You can't get any cash by paying a small fee, and you have to pay a protection fee to your backer every month.
Sometimes I'm so poor that I can't take the blame, so I go to my backer with a white note and ask for money. They directly say that I don't need to pay the protection fee this month, and they just treat it as an offset for the tattoo money of my subordinates.
If the amount is too large, the protection fee will not be able to cover it, and you can’t expect others to give you the money easily.
The backer will also ask you to do a bunch of 'chores' for him before he can 'reluctantly' help you collect the debt.
In the end, you will find that you have not made a penny from opening a tattoo shop for half a year, and you have been used as free labor.
Want to resist?
A dozen burly men went to that station, and 90% of their confidence was instantly gone. If they were really bloody, they would not come to worship the mountain in the first place. They knew this for sure.
Therefore, some people appear to be tattoo artists, but in fact they come to Jiuhua City to beg for food by doing chores for others.
This is true not only in the tattoo industry, but also in many industries.
This is the real situation on the road. Don’t expect that there will be the passionate brotherhood or the happy rivers and lakes in the movies. Some are just the reality of the world where the jungle is strong.
In addition, the rise of new tattoo stickers has further squeezed the living space of tattoo shops.
Real old people have already had tattoos on their bodies, while newcomers tend to prefer tattoo stickers that are easy to wash. They just have fun with tattoos.
This also indirectly caused the business of tattoo shops to get worse and worse.
So after the boss saw the banknotes in the envelope, he hurriedly took the two of them to the basement to discuss it in detail without saying anything.
No way, I'm poor.
"Since brother you are so worried, why don't you tell me what the business is?"
The boss picked up the beer and raised his glass to the two of them, then took a sip himself.
When Jin Ping'an saw the other party toasting, he was about to pick up the cup when he was stopped by the messenger: "I heard that there are many people coming to get a tattoo, so I just wanted to ask if you have seen this person."
The messenger took out Jin Pingan's sketch and pushed it over.
"Brother, I don't want to ask about this. You also know the consequences of being lax in our business."
The boss just glanced at him and then looked away.
He took another sip of wine and said mysteriously: "But for the sake of the deposit, I will make an exception and tell you everything. This person has indeed been in the store, but I don't know him."
The messenger snorted coldly: "Do you still want this money?"
Judging from the boss's micro-expression reaction when he saw the portrait and tattoo, the boss must know this person.
Without systematic training, it is difficult for humans to control the neural responses of their facial muscles.
For example, when the police interrogate a prisoner, if the police guess something wrong, the prisoner will subconsciously show a mocking expression. This expression is very short, even less than 0.5 seconds.
Only people with strong observation and memory can capture it.
When he heard about the deposit raised by the messenger, the boss was instantly unhappy: "How can I lie to you? I really don't know this person."
"I don't know this person."
The messenger bent forward and clasped his hands together: "Then you always know the people around him, right?"
The boss said he didn't know this person, but something was obviously wrong with his expression when he saw the photo. Even if he really didn't know him, he must have some knowledge, and he couldn't be completely ignorant.
"Brother, you are just making things difficult for me. I really don't know this person's background."
The boss picked up the cup and took a sip of wine: "However, I can introduce you to two people who may know him."
"Tell me about it," the messenger said calmly.
"You can say it, but I'm not a good person. If you find me afterwards, it won't be easy for me."
The boss put down his cup and stared at the messenger: "So... I have to pay more."
"Forget it, since you don't want to do this business, then return the deposit to me."
When the messenger heard that more money was needed, he acted as if he wanted to refund the money quickly.
When he heard that the messenger wanted to take back the deposit, the boss immediately turned his back.
After searching for a while, he pulled out a machete from the sofa under his buttocks and pointed it at the messenger: "Where do you think I am? I can come and leave whenever I want. I give you face, right?"
Taken the bait.
The messenger's face remained impassive.
Jin Ping'an next to him couldn't sit still anymore. He jumped up and said with his mobile phone: "Put down the knife, otherwise..."
"What else? Call the police? Try calling the police! Don't think you are some bullshit consultant and I won't dare to touch you!"
The boss pointed a knife at Jin Ping'an and walked around from across the table.
However, Jin Pingan was not a coward. He actually picked up his mobile phone to make a call, and also picked up a broom to resist.
But before the call was connected, the courier snatched the phone and hung up.
He wanted to say something, but the messenger held his shoulders and said: "Calm down, we are not here to stir up trouble."
The messenger pressed Jin Pingan's shoulder and slowly backed away, keeping distance from the knife-wielding boss as he walked towards the stairs.
When the boss saw this, he spat and shouted: "Bah, get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"
After the two of them retreated to the stairs and disappeared from his sight, the boss grinned, sat down on the sofa again and counted the money in the envelope.
The messenger dragged Jin Pingan to the stairs.
Click.
He locked the door leading to the ground with his backhand, inserted the latch and coldly ordered: "You stay here and block the door, don't let the two people above come down."
"In black areas, black means must be used to solve problems."
The messenger took out a pistol from his waist, turned on the safety and sneered: "Since he broke the rules and lost the deposit, don't blame me for being rude."
After saying that, he left the stunned Jin Ping'an and went downstairs.
At this time, the boss was still happily counting money on the sofa, unaware of the approaching danger.