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 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 at Chu Heng's face, and loudly ask Chu Heng why he came here to grab food with these lowly people.
It's a pity that he doesn't 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 kindly: "Brother, let me 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: "Now food prices are getting higher and higher. We harvest sweet potatoes for 46 cents, corn noodles for 51 cents, and basic rice.
It’s all one piece, and the rich and powerful powder depends on the color. The third-class one is 90 cents, the second-class one is 95 cents, the first-class one is 98 cents, and a special one like you will cost at least one dollar and seven cents.”
“It’s rising 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 will give you a discount.
What do you think when 10% comes out?"
"You didn't lie to me?" Mazi was immediately ecstatic, feeling that everything was bright and clear.
He had inquired before coming here and found out that the price of food here in Chu Heng was even lower than what he paid for it. If he was given 10% of the price, he would earn even more than before!
Most importantly, it’s 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 his scope of consideration. Big people have connections to big people, which is not something a small person like him can know.
"Do you think I need to lie to you?" Chu Heng stared 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, then...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 open ears: "Come here."...
"well!"
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 with a smile on his face to inquire: "You see, I can't help here. How about I go to the market and have a look? See if I can find any good items."
"Then go." Chu Heng nodded, waving to Wan Xiaotian's younger brother next to him: "Come here."
The young man stepped forward and said, "Master Chu, please give me your orders."
"You take the money."
Chu Heng gave him a wad of money and told him without hesitation: "From now on, you will follow Master Yan. You must remember everything you bought and how much you spent."
"Oh, don't worry, I will never let this old boy 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 at him, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and turned around to walk 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.
If Chu Heng is dealt with, he won’t even be able to find a way out even if he cries!
"Why!"
Yan Muze sighed deeply, feeling regretful for his initial confusion. Then he cheered up and walked back along the original road with his little brother who was guarding him like a thief.
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 and walked towards the depths of the market, stopping and stopping along the way, buying some small odds and ends and snacks from time to time.
After wandering 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 the last time he came here, so he walked over with his two younger brothers to see if the old man was still there.
, if I could meet him again, I would just ask him about the origin of the sword in his hand.
soon.
The three of them came closer, and coincidentally, the old man selling the sword was really here!
Chu Heng came over to take a look and found an old man smoking in the corner. There was also a bronze tripod on the stall in front of him.
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, and the cigarette butt almost burned him. He quickly raised his head and looked at the few young men standing in front of him with arms folded, and finally his eyes fell on Chu Heng, who still had some impressions.
The flickering 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 was still trying to talk to the old man, was suddenly blinded by his shamelessness. He rubbed his eyes with a painful look on his face. He immediately thought that there must be something wrong with the old man. Why did he run away if he wasn't allowed?
"Hurry up and chase after me!"
Chu Heng hurriedly gave instructions to the two younger brothers who were about to step forward to check on him.
The two hesitated for a moment, then ran wildly, chasing the old man in the direction where he was escaping.
