The mutton soup seller casually took off his fur hat and threw it on the table, grinning and saying: "Don't worry, Boss. It's such a winter. The turtledoves are spending the winter huddled in their nests and don't even come out to look for food."
This man's surname is Zhou, and his nickname is Lao Penzi. We contacted him through Master Ji's relationship. He is one of several powerful second-level dealers in Zhengding.
Don’t underestimate Zhengding, a small, inconspicuous city on the map. Everyone who knows it knows that Zhengding is the largest transfer center for black cultural relics in the entire Hebei Province. It, together with Luoyang, Xi’an, Baoji, and Chengdu, is known as the five major distribution centers for underground black cultural relics.
This is the reason why Tian Ge set his gang’s headquarters here.
At that time, according to strength, Luoyang ranked first, Xi'an ranked second, Baoji ranked third, Zhengding ranked fourth, and Chengdu ranked youngest.
"The old boss was introduced by a friend who knows everything about us. It's our first time doing business. Are you still doing this?"
"call...."
He took a sip of the mutton soup, held the bowl and said with a smile: "The mutton soup is good, it is indeed made from bones."
There was a sack on the ground, with the mouth of the sack tied tightly so that nothing could be seen inside.
Without showing the head, the asking price for this sack of goods is 450,000 yuan. This is called "cheating", and it is a shipping method with a gambling nature.
Why do this?
Because except for the third-grade platinum products, we didn’t take a close look at the quality of many of the things we dug out yesterday! We couldn’t tell whether they were full-grade or defective products, so we sold them under the hood.
We didn't keep anything, we put everything in the sack! This is called professionalism.
"Boss, I trust you. The rule is that I can't open it and look at it, so I can touch it, right?"
He shook his head and said: "You can't look at it, you can't touch it, just this bag, 450,000."
He thought for two minutes and couldn't help but look at the sack from the corner of his eye. Then he gritted his teeth and said: "380,000! I'm going to beat you!"
At this time, I laughed and said: "Brother, 38 is too ugly, let's all take a step back and make things right."
After hearing this, he laughed and said: "Okay, let's each take a step back. In addition, I won't charge for these two bowls of mutton soup. I'll treat you to a drink."
All of us laughed.
We received the transfer around noon, and the income was pretty good. We made 400,000 yuan in one night.
I went back to the hotel to rest. I looked at the store and had to fill in the holes at night. I was so sleepy that I made a bed on the floor in the store and got ready to sleep.
Not long after I lay down, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Who!"
"Brother, it's me! Open the door! I'm looking for you if I need anything!"
I opened the door, and standing at the door was the fat man next door. The fat man was pushing a wheelchair, and his paralyzed father was sitting in the wheelchair.
"What's wrong, brother, is something wrong?"
"Hey, brother, you have to do me a favor! I'm in a hurry! I have to catch a train to Handan! I'll be back around nine o'clock tonight! I'm not worried about the old man being alone at home. I thought you were close here, so I let you go.
Take care of it here, this is two hundred yuan, don’t think it’s too little!”
After saying that, the fat man forced money into my hand, and I couldn't stop him.
Just when I was about to refuse, the fat man had already run away, and he said loudly: "Jianghu, help me! Do me a favor, brother! I will try my best to come back as soon as possible!" After that, he ran away and disappeared.
This time I was caught off guard, and I couldn't help but laugh or cry. I've heard of people giving it as a gift, but I've never heard of people giving it to my father.
"Old man, can you speak?"
The old man in the wheelchair looked at me and kept chewing as if he was eating. He said something vaguely, and I couldn't hear a single word clearly.
I speculate that the old man's condition should be the sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage. He can't speak, can't take care of himself, can't move his limbs, and is much more serious than an ordinary stroke.
There were people coming and going at the bus station, and it was so cold. I couldn't leave him outside. After thinking about it, I pushed him into the store. I didn't care whether he could understand or not, so I said loudly: "Old man! You
My son has gone out to do errands! Just sit here! I'm going to bed!"
The old man also obeyed, and then he sat in his wheelchair without saying a word and closed his eyes to meditate.
