At his base camp, Changmao looked through the revenue reports one after another, unable to conceal the astonishment in his eyes. The subordinates beside him looked even more excited and talked non-stop.
"Boss, this Mr. Zuo is really good at it. He simply renovated the place and provided some training to those ladies, and the revenue has increased so many times."
Another subordinate said: "Although the current income is not as good as the dividends, it has only been open for a few days. Over time, it is possible to increase it more than ten times. From this point of view, it is more appropriate to divide the profits."
"Isn't that right? We signed the wrong contract, hey..."
Listening to the exchanges among his subordinates, Changmao became more and more irritable.
"Stop arguing, shut up!" Changmao slammed the table and pointed to everyone: "Can you be a bit promising? You have the same virtues as Silezuk. Are you that happy to be someone's follower?
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One of his subordinates whispered: "Mr. Zuo didn't ask us to be his followers. He hasn't asked us about the gang for such a long time..."
"Damn you!" Changmao kicked the henchman out.
The rest of his men lowered their heads and looked at Changmao with trepidation.
"What a bullshit contract, I don't recognize it!" Changmao stared and said, "Fuck you all the dividends and share, the money is all earned by our people, why should you give it to Zuo Han?
He helps me decorate and trains my people, and I just pay him. Whose place belongs to him, don’t let outsiders try to get in!"
"The boss is right."
"Why should we divide the money? It's all ours..."
The subordinates responded one after another, but they felt somewhat reluctant.
Changmao didn't seem to notice and asked, "When did they come to collect the money?"
One of his subordinates replied: "There's still half a month left."
Changmao nodded: "Okay, you can do whatever you want during this period. But after half a month..."
According to the contract signed by Zuo Han and the gang bosses, the operation and management of the place are all the responsibility of the former gang members. Zuo Han only has one "manager" assigned.
The manager will not stay at the venue every day, but will only go there from time to time to provide guidance and help with the management of the venue and review the accounts.
At the end of the month, the manager will summarize the accounts to Zuo Han and calculate the actual income. If the amount of dividends exceeds the actual revenue, Zuo Han will not only not take the money from the venue, but will also send someone to make up the remaining part. But if
If the dividend exceeds the dividend, Zuo Han will send someone to collect the extra money. If it is a share, the person who collects the money will take the proportion that belongs to Zuo Han.
After checking the income, Chang Mao calculated that the actual income at the end of the month would exceed the dividends, and Zuo Han would definitely send someone to collect the money. At that time, it would be his showdown.
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Changmao had no intention of keeping the matter of breach of contract a secret, and he even deliberately let the news out.
Changmao is not a fool. The reason why he is a standout is because he sees that everyone is dissatisfied, but no one is willing to take action first.
Being the first to take the lead naturally involves risks, but there are also benefits to being the first to take the lead.
As long as this matter is confirmed, Changmao's reputation and status will increase, and maybe someone will seek his asylum and take the opportunity to expand his territory.
In order to achieve the goal, Changmao has made sufficient preparations, including possible revenge. Changmao also has corresponding plans.
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"Boss, boss..." A man ran into a dark room.
"What the fuck? Have you forgotten what I said?" Changmao slapped the man in the mouth.
The man dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything, so he quickly replied in a low voice: "I found out, Zuo Han and Phil were both drinking at Bunny Girl."
"Are you sure?" Changmao asked.
The man hurriedly replied: "I'm sure, our people have seen it with their own eyes. He is indeed the ultimate strong man and cannot be faked."
"Okay!" Changmao straightened up: "Let's go out and wait!"
Although Changmao planned to show off, he would be lying if he said he was not afraid. It would only take a minute for two extremely powerful men to kill him. If the contract was to be broken in person, he could not be sure that the other party would not fall out.
As long as Zuo Han and Field don't come, Changmao won't be afraid of anyone.
If you tear up the contract first and build momentum, even if the other party wants to take action, it will be too late. It will really cause a big fuss. The administrator will not agree. Then encourage other gangs to respond to you. Even two extremely strong men cannot defeat it.
sky.
Changmao deliberately created a relatively depressing environment. The lights were dimmed, and a group of big men stood on both sides holding knives and axes. No matter who came to collect the money, they would be scared out of their wits.
After waiting for a while, someone came to report.
"The money collector is here."
"Let him in!" The long-haired horseman sat on the chair.
After a moment, a thin man walked in. As soon as he entered, the man trembled when he saw a group of fierce-looking men, lowered his head deeply, and even turned around and wanted to run away.
"Hey, the direction is wrong." The man who was leading him gave me a tug.
The thin man shivered again and fell to the ground.
The people in the room laughed, and Changmao kept sneering.
The person in front of me only has level 2 strength, and is so timid and cowardly. He has already let the news out, and Zuo Han actually slaps this fake package to collect the debt. Is he just admitting it, or does he think I don't dare to refuse?
"Come forward!" Changmao yelled.
The thin man almost rolled and crawled to the front.
Changmao glared and said, "Are you from Zuo Han?"
"Yes...I am Rab." The thin man said tremblingly, "Mr. Zuo asked me to come..."
"What do you want me to do!" Changmao shouted.
"Collect, collect the money..." Rab's voice became even softer.
Changmao sneered: "Collect money? Why does Zuo Han want to collect money from me?"
"Dividends, dividends..." Rabu took courage and said: "This month, the revenue of your venues has exceeded the dividends given to you. According to the requirements of the contract, the extra part belongs to Mr. Zuo. The total is
…”
"What the hell is that?!" Changmao interrupted Rabu rudely, took out a stack of paper, and asked, "Is this the contract you just talked about?"
"You, you..." Rabu asked carefully: "Do you want to break the contract?"
"I never thought about this contract!" Changmao balled up the contract, twisted it with his palms, and turned it into pieces. He blew it into Labu's face.
"Go back and tell Zuo Han that my place belongs to me and he has no share in it. But for the sake of helping me renovate it, I will give him some hard-earned money. I am also reasonable... Hahahaha...
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Changmao laughed wildly, and the other subordinates also laughed in agreement.
But Labu looked up at Changmao. Not only was he not afraid, but he even let out a sigh of relief.
"Very good……"
Changmao was stunned for a moment and looked at Rab strangely: "What's good? Are you scared to death?"
"No, no." Raab said happily: "Mr. Zuo said that my task is to collect the debt. If you want to default on the debt or tear up the contract, it is not my business. I will talk to you instead."
"Who is Lal?" Changmao was even more surprised.
"Wait a moment, he will be out soon..." Rab lowered his head as he spoke.
At the same time, Rab's originally black hair gradually turned blue.
"Hey..." Changmao was about to call out. Labu slowly raised his head again.
It's still the same face as before, but without any hint of cowardice. His face is as cold as frost, his eyes are like knives, staring at the long hair.
Changmao was agitated and subconsciously said: "Rabu, you..."
"I'm not Rab, I'm Lal!" Lal said coldly: "You'd better not compare me with that coward!"
"Lal?" Changmao was stunned. Suddenly he said in shock: "You are from Tusi!!"
Tusi people, one of the races in the universe.
Tusi people have colorful hair and have extreme dual personalities. If one is good, the other is evil. One is cowardly, and the other is violent. When the personality changes, the color of the hair will change accordingly.
In addition to personality and color, there is one more thing that will change.
strength!
Changmao looked at Lar, feeling inexplicably horrified.
Labu only has level 2 strength. Lal, who can change his strength, is actually unable to see through Labu.
Changmao's strength is level 9. Even a strong person with level 10 strength can fight, but he can't see through Lal.
In other words, Lal's strength is higher than level 10. He may even be... the ultimate powerhouse!
"You...you..." Changmao groped from behind in a hurry, looking for the power detector.
"Don't bother, I'll tell you." Lal saw Changmao's intention and said calmly: "Level 12 power, the ultimate forbidden area."
Changmao trembled, and the detector he just took out dropped to the ground.
"And my ultimate power is very ordinary, which is acceleration. Three times the acceleration, the most basic..." Following Lal's faint words, his body seemed to become illusory.
"Yes, I have something to say..."
Before Chang Mao finished speaking, a strong wind blew by, and Lal suddenly came closer.
With a pop, a dagger pierced Changmao's heart.
That was no ordinary dagger, it had strong electromagnetic resonance.
The long-haired body was shaking violently, and the organ cells in the body were being destroyed rapidly. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but couldn't.
Lal said quietly: "Mr. Zuo said that if you plan to breach the contract, there will be nothing to talk about.
Defaulter, die!”
Lal withdrew the dagger, and the long-haired body slid down from the chair, with regret and unwillingness in his eyes.
Lal's speed was so fast that the long-haired men didn't react.
As soon as Lal turned around, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.
This man is so cruel, he kills people when he says he wants to, and he doesn't even say a few words.
Lal looked at the crowd and asked: "Is that Bost?"
"I, I am..."
Bost didn't want to admit it at first, but everyone else looked at him, so he had to stand up. He was afraid that if he stood up too late, the god of death would come up and give him a knife.
He didn't have the confidence to dodge at three times the speed of a level 10 strongman.
"Shangmao is dead, and his territory needs someone to take over." Lal said to Bost: "From today on, you will replace Changmao."
"Me?" Bost was stunned.
"Yes, although you are only the fourth person in the gang, you have the highest prestige, and the people below obey you. Most of the more than a dozen gang members support you." Laral paused, and added: "This is the left
If you don’t accept Mr. Zuo’s explanation, you can ask Mr. Zuo for justice.”
Bost was also quite clever. He was stunned for only a few seconds, and nodded in panic: "Please rest assured, Mr. Zuo, I will complete the full takeover within three days, and I promise not to cause any trouble to Mr. Zuo."
"That's the best." Lal looked at Bost and asked, "Mr. Zuo said that the previous contract was signed by Changmao. You are the new boss and can change it."
"No, no need to change." Bost shook his head like he was playing a drum.
"Really?" Lar asked again.
Bobst suddenly had an idea and said with a smile: "Just change one thing and reduce our dividend by 30% from the original basis."
Lal took a deep look at Bost and said: "I will tell Mr. Zuo. In three days, Rab will come to talk to you. Of course, you can also come to me if you want."
Bost suddenly broke into a cold sweat. "No, no, no, Mr. Raab will do."
He finally understood that this Tusi man was just a bad guy. Rabu was responsible for collecting money and didn't care about anything else. If he couldn't collect money, Lal would be the one to kill people.
Just like that, Changmao died, Buster took over, and the other gangs were fine on the surface. But privately, they made huge waves. (To be continued...)