Miao Qiang was speechless and thought to himself: "His sixth uncle, what's going on in this world? Are bad people getting older, or are old people getting bad?"
Director Liu came over and said with a smile: "What's so interesting here? It's just a magazine. The real good stuff is at the back. Come on, I'll take you over to take a look."
Under the leadership of Factory Director Liu, Miao Qiang and others walked through a compound where raw materials were piled and came to the workshop at the back.
I saw that this workshop was much neater and more standardized than the previous workshop. The latest printing press was working non-stop, and the connected coins fell down from the assembly line. Then they were piled up by the workers.
The coins are sent to the cutting machine for cutting in stacks, and the cut coins are bundled into bundles and put into turnover boxes before being sent to the warehouse.
Director Liu said to Miao Qiang with a hint of satisfaction: "I'm not bragging, eighty percent of the Ming coins sold in several provinces come from me.
However, after the Wu Xingguo incident, the underworld department has tightened its control. I dare not take the initiative to increase production privately, so my performance has declined somewhat in the past two months."
This was the first time in Miao Qiang's life that he had seen such a scene. After hearing Factory Director Liu's words, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Jin Kemu seemed to have guessed what Miao Qiang was thinking, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him out. He smiled and said to Factory Director Liu: "Old Liu, the Wu Xingguo incident is over and everything will be fine. The Underworld has no intention of blaming you.
, now that the Miao Supervisor is here, you don’t have to worry anymore if he makes the decision.”
At this point, Jin Kemu whispered into Director Liu's ear: "Old Liu, the relationship between this Miao Supervisor and Master Hunyu is extraordinary. The former Wu Xingguo can't compare with him at all."
Director Liu was shocked when he heard what he said and asked in a low voice: "Is what you said true?"
Jin Kemu nodded and said: "Of course, you will understand after a long time."
Looking at the two people muttering at the side, Miao Qiang couldn't help but smile. With Jin Kemu's character, he naturally guessed what the two people were talking about.
At this time, Zhang Zihao picked up a stack of Ming coins, brought it up to his nose and smelled the ink on it, and then said with a face full of intoxication: "One hundred million coins, one is a small target. This stack is one hundred.
Billion, it makes me long for the life after death."
Seeing Zhang Zihao acting foolishly again, Miao Qiang smiled and said: "This is not easy to handle. You will jump off the building as soon as you go out. I promise to burn the entire printing factory to you after you die."
"Damn you, do you really think I'm stupid? I'm just sighing. Hey! You said that ordinary people can't earn even a small goal in their lives. It's better to die, because the family is celebrating the holidays.
Isn’t it ironic that just by burning it, you can make hundreds of billions?
By the way, Lao Miao, did you know that now many foreigners have begun to burn Ming coins. I don’t know who they learned from. They call Ming coins “ancestor money”. A group of people only know this but don’t know why.
In their minds, as long as they burn the ghost coins to their ancestors and then make a wish on the burned ashes, the ancestors can help them fulfill their wishes. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”
Miao Qiang smiled and said: "You just talk nonsense every day!"
Before Zhang Zihao could defend himself, Director Liu and Jin Kemu came over. Director Liu said with a "haha" smile: "Zihao is not talking nonsense this time. The ghost coins printed by our Lion Awakening Club have now been exported to more than a dozen countries."
country. The annual export volume accounts for about 30% of the total production, and the trend is increasing year by year."
"Is this okay?"
"Of course. Although this underworld currency can only be circulated in our underworld, in the end it is also a business. Although it cannot be used as legal tender in the underworld, it is a commodity. As a commodity, it has a market.
, If you want to expand the market, you have to let the goods circulate, so that the scale of one-to-two transactions can be enlarged."
"Uh..., you're right, but I'm just a cook, so I don't understand what you're telling me."
Jin Kemu smiled at this time and said: "Okay, we have plenty of time to discuss these things slowly in the future. Let's talk about business. Last night, Lord Hunyu of the Yin Division asked Supervisor Miao to take the message. The new year is approaching, and the Yin Division Yamen has a huge funding gap.
Let us hurry up and make a batch of hell coins. Old Liu, the workload in the next few months will be quite heavy."
Factory Director Liu said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it's no problem. Isn't it like this every year?"
Miao Qiang seemed to have thought of something at this time. He frowned and said to Jin Kemu and Factory Director Liu: "You two, I have something to ask you. This underworld coin needs to be stamped with the seal of supervision before it can be circulated in the underworld.
If you want to print so many at once, if you ask me to stamp them one by one, I will have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, right?"
After hearing this, the two laughed "haha" and saw Factory Director Liu pulling Miao Qiang to the printing press, pointing to the template above and saying: "You don't need to stamp one by one, see if the template is there?"
?After setting the printing quantity, you only need to put the seal on the template."
Miao Qiang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and said with a smile: "It scared me to death. I thought I was going to fight in person!"
Zhang Zihao said maliciously at this time: "You and Xiao Hunyu are so close, she hasn't even told you about this matter, right? You have to find time to deal with her later. I'll tell you
Tell me, you can't spoil a woman. In the morning, if you pull her out of bed and give her a "clang, bang" and give her a slap, she will be able to live happily all day long. At night, if you "crack" her again and stuff her under the covers, she will
It can last for one night. If you don’t believe it, you can try it.”
Miao Qiang said with a "hehe" smile: "Okay, I will try it with her tonight. After that, I will tell her that you taught me. Lao Jin and Factory Director Liu can hear it clearly here.
It’s useless even if you want to deny it.”
"What are you talking about, Lao Miao, I was joking with you just now, don't take it seriously."
"Are you kidding? Why don't I think it's different? It's okay, I just tried without killing her. You can't break her, so don't worry."
"Fuck you, uncle!"
"Fuck your sixth uncle!"
These two bad boys were used to fighting, so Jin Kemu didn't think anything of it. Except that Miao Qiang often talked about him, which made him a little unhappy, Jin Kemu was quite happy to see a brother who had a true friendship with Zhang Zihao.
But Factory Manager Liu on the side was different. After listening to the conversation between Zhang Zihao and Miao Qiang, his eyes changed when he looked at Miao Qiang. Earlier, when Jin Kemu said that the relationship between Miao Qiang and Xiao Hunyu was unusual,
, he thought Jin Kemu was raising Miao Qiang's worth in front of him, but now it seems that this matter is true.
Just when Director Liu wanted to keep the three of them here for dinner, Zhang Zihao's cell phone rang.
Zhang Zihao took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID, frowned and said, "Why did she remember to call me?"
After hesitating for a moment, he finally picked up the phone, and Miao Qiang and the others vaguely heard a woman's voice coming from the other side of the phone.
Miao Qiang didn't hear what the woman said in detail, but Zhang Zihao's reaction was a bit loud.
I saw him shouting into the receiver of his mobile phone: "What happened to that old nigger and he has nothing to do with me?!"
"What? What did you say? Damn! He is your boyfriend, not mine. Does he have anything to do with me?"
Then Zhang Zihou hung up the phone angrily. Just when Miao Qiang was about to ask him what was going on, Zhang Zihao's cell phone rang again.
Zhang Zihao, who was still angry, took one look at the caller, picked up the phone and said, "Hey, buddy, what's going on?"
"What? Are you with them?"
"Yes, she just finished calling me. Didn't I say that whether that nigger dies or not has nothing to do with me?"
"Well, well, there is such a thing? Okay, it depends on your face, but I will talk about the ugly things up front. That bitch has nothing to do with me now, and I can't help him in vain."
"Okay, then you can send me the address. I will tell you how much it will cost after seeing the nigger's situation."
After putting down the phone, Zhang Zihao calmed down a little and said to Miao Qiang: "If you have nothing to do, come with me to a place and help you earn some extra money."