This kind of addicts are all greedy for money. They are not worried at all that this guy will tell what happened just now. Moreover, the information obtained from his mouth should be accurate. People like them
, I just count on this to survive. I definitely know the guy who sells bulk goods in every place.
** quickly returned to the bar. There were only a few guests sitting on the semi-elliptical bar. ** only left for a while. The few guests who were sitting at the bar just now had already entered the dance floor.
However, ** saw the mustache that the addict was talking about at a glance.
"Damn it, is this guy secretly selling bulk goods in this place?" ** couldn't help but feel speechless. This girl with a mustache was clearly sitting next to him just now, but looking at him, he didn't look like he was buying bulk goods at all.
Yes!
This guy with a mustache is not old, only in his mid-twenties, with a capable look on his face. The key is that this guy is sitting here at the bar. He is drinking there, and he has not shown any intention of sneaking around to find a buyer.
What a look!
But think about it, since you are selling bulk goods secretly in the venue, you have to avoid the guys watching the show, and pretending to be an ordinary customer is naturally the best choice.
** sat down next to Mustache, ordered another glass of wine, turned around with the glass in hand, and leaned against the bar. At this time, Mustache was looking at the dance floor with squinted eyes, following Mustache's gaze.
, it is not difficult to find him staring at a beautiful woman with a hot figure on the dance floor.
"Brother, I want to get high." ** lowered his voice and said in a voice that only he and Mustache could hear.
Mustache turned his head and glanced at ** suspiciously, and asked: "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah." ** smiled.
"Isn't it easy to have fun?" Mustache raised his head and said, "Just go to the dance floor."
** smiled and said nothing, but took out a one-hundred-dollar bill, rolled it into a paper tube, brought it to his nose, and made a sucking motion.
Seeing **'s action, Mustache raised his eyebrows, but also said nothing. However, Mustache's eyes were constantly looking at ** up and down.
"Brother, I know about you from your regular customers." ** said, "Bring me some goods." As he spoke, ** reached into his pocket and took out a wad of money, although it was only a few thousand dollars.
It looks like it’s enough to buy some bulk goods for fun.
"I'm sorry, you got the wrong person." Mustache said lightly, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Hearing what Mustache said, ** was startled, what the hell is going on? If this girl is secretly selling bulk goods in this place, how could she have such an attitude?
"Brother, I don't want to buy goods from the store because they will be adulterated." ** thought for a while and said, "This is my first time coming here to play. Over time, we will become familiar with each other."
Seeing that Mustache was still silent, the police decided to lure him for a profit. Such a guy secretly sells bulk goods just to make money. He didn't believe that he was promised greater benefits, so he was still so tight.
"Brother, there's no point in making small fuss. Do you want to do some big business?" ** said with a smile: "I have a way here, I guarantee you will make more than what you make here."
"Oh?" Hearing what ** said, Mustache raised his eyebrows and said, "What road is so good?"
"This is not the place to talk, let's find a place to talk?" Seeing that Mustache finally responded to him, ** said immediately.
Mustache nodded and said, "Let's go over there and talk."
Soon, Mustache led ** to a booth in the corner. This booth was in the most remote corner. There was not even a dim light above the head, and it was simply pitch black. Moreover, this booth
It's also far away from the dance floor and the music isn't that loud, making it more suitable for conversation.
In fact, Mustache has reserved this booth for a long time, and this booth is not very popular with customers, mainly because the location is not good. Mustache has reserved it for a long time in order to sell bulk goods, and all the addicts who trade with him
Gentlemen were all brought to this booth by him to trade. It was pitch dark and no one could see them.
However, Mustache would never allow these addicts to have sex directly in this booth. He would let them leave after giving them the goods, and he himself left the booth and went to sit at the bar. That is
Said, this deck is completely Mustache's trading point in this place.
The money paid to cover this deck for a long time is of course the income from entering the venue through normal channels, which is completely reasonable and legal. Through this, it can be seen that Mustache is not secretly selling bulk goods in this venue, but is doing it openly and honestly.
Selling bulk goods in this place is allowed by this place.
**This time, it seems that we have found the wrong person to poach!
"Tell me, do you have any good ideas?" After Mustache sat down, he took out a small bag of powdery stuff, threw it on the coffee table in the booth, and then gestured.
** picked up the packet of powder, shook his head slowly, stuffed it back into the mustache's pocket, and said: "Since we are talking about business, I will say it bluntly, I will not touch this thing."
Hearing what ** said, Mustache stood up and was about to leave, but was grabbed by **.
** continued: "Just because you don't touch this thing, doesn't mean you can't make money through it? Brother, don't you also touch this thing?"
Mustache stood still and sat down again. He really didn't touch these things. And he hesitated at first when ** wanted to buy bulk goods because he saw that ** didn't look like a drug addict.
.
"If you have anything to say, just say it." Mustache nodded.
"I want to introduce my brother to do business in another place." ** said with a smile: "I can guarantee that when you go to that place, you will be protected by the place. It is much better than sneaking in bulk goods here, right?
?”
Hearing what ** said, a suspicious look flashed in Mustache's eyes and he asked: "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm taking care of that place." ** said with a arrogant look on his face, "What do you think? Think about it?"
Mustache nodded and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get a bottle of wine." After saying this, Mustache stood up and went to the bar.
Mustache went to get a drink, which was naturally a signal to ** that they could talk. ** waited in the booth with satisfaction, and indeed saw Mustache go to the bar and said to the bartender
After saying a few words, he came back with a bottle of wine. This bottle of wine had been opened. It must have been stored here by Mustache.
Soon, Mustache returned, bringing with him a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. However, within a few minutes of Mustache's return, as soon as the wine was poured into the glasses, several spectators came outside the booth.
The younger brother looked at the woman with eager eyes.
"What's going on?" When ** saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened and he stared at Mustache.
"Hey, you are so brave. Are you poaching here?" At this time, a bearded guy came over, looked down at me, and asked: "Where are you hanging out? Are you here at Yunyinghui?"
Are you really impatient to poach someone in the field?"
"Brother Qiang, I leave it to you." Mustache smiled and walked away.
"Well done." Brother Qiang, who was full of beards, patted Mustache on the shoulder, and then said: "Come on, the father who beat me doesn't even know him!"
** did not come alone. When he came, he brought two younger brothers with him. However, he did not let these two younger brothers follow him all the time for fear of arousing suspicion.
At this time, the two younger brothers had already seen this scene and wanted to come over, but were stopped by ** with a secret wink. These two younger brothers were also smart. After seeing **'s wink, they immediately
I took out my phone and blew the whistle to call someone.
"Brother Qiang, right?" ** stood up and said, "You have something to say."
"I'm telling you, your mother is a rival!" Brother Qiang was not a vegetarian, so he slapped him in the face. Several boys who were blocking the booth immediately rushed up, punching and kicking him.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. With so many people beating a woman, she can only hold her head, protect her vital parts, and let them ravage her.
However, from beginning to end, he didn't cry out and allowed them to beat him up.
"Okay, he is still a man." Brother Qiang nodded and said, "This is a lesson for you. If you dare to come here to poach in the future, I will break your legs."
** With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he stood up holding on to the sofa in the booth, smiled with difficulty, and said nothing.
At this time, there was a commotion at the entrance of the venue, and someone screamed. Brother Qiang and the others turned to look at the entrance of the venue, and what they saw was the guy rushing in with a stick.
"Damn it, someone is here to cause trouble." Brother Qiang immediately rushed forward with his men.
One of the boys did not rush forward, but calmly walked aside and made a phone call.
** twisted his neck, moved a few times, straightened his back, walked out arrogantly, and shouted loudly: "I'll beat that guy with the beard so much that his father doesn't even recognize him!
"
When Brother Qiang heard **'s shouting, he realized that these guys were actually **'s subordinates.
"Damn you!" Brother Qiang cursed, turned around and rushed back.
**'s skills were pretty good. Brother Qiang rushed back alone, but he was not afraid and immediately faced him. The two of them immediately started a melee.
At the same time, the boys watching inside the venue had already formed a melee with the crazy boys who had rushed in. Both sides had about the same number of men, and it was hard to separate them for a while.
Many guests in the venue had already taken advantage of the chaos and slipped away, leaving some who were laughing and watching the fun, those who were drugged and still excited...