Before entering the store, the two were talking and laughing. After entering the store, the two were speechless and choked.
"Instalment, how much does it cost per month? Can't it really be cheaper?"
Li Zicheng showed a slight struggle in front of the counter, holding the money in his trouser pocket with one hand and looking vaguely ferocious.
"Please, this is a new mobile phone, Nokia! How much does it cost when you recycle it? It's not that cheap when you take it apart and sell the battery, right?"
Lin Wei covered his chest, his face full of disbelief.
The teller responsible for entertaining the two looked at each other, his eyes speechless.
How come these two brothers are so handsome when they look like male celebrities?
Half an hour later, in front of the mobile phone store, two guys who didn't look like good guys at first glance were squatting on the side of the road, smoking cigarettes and cursing.
"The monthly service fee is 30,000 yuan, why doesn't he just rob it?"
"Brand-new Nokia will be recycled at a 50% discount, Axi."
Li Zicheng and Lin Wei looked at each other, then looked at each other's new mobile phones, and finally looked at each other with awkward smiles.
"Are you disappointed? After being in the gang for so long, you can't even buy a mobile phone. Do your classmates in school have mobile phones now?"
Li Zicheng looked at Lin Wei.
Lin Wei shook his head: "No one in my family can afford a mobile phone. I am the first one. Hey, I heard that the per capita annual income last year was more than 10,000 U.S. dollars. How come you can't even see anyone here?"
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"The average person is about eight in the West." Li Zicheng was also emotionally aroused. He looked at the car speeding away in the distance, exhaled smoke, and his eyes were blurred: "Those idiots still said in the newspaper that the lowest
The salary is 2,100 an hour, Xiba."
After talking about this, Li Zicheng turned to glance at him: "Do you still watch the news?"
"Don't you want to read it too?" Lin Wei looked at him with a smile, and Li Zicheng stopped the topic speechlessly, not daring to talk more about this.
How can ordinary gangsters know the per capita income and minimum hourly wage like these two?
Li Zicheng understood Lin Wei. After all, he had just left the police force, but what would Lin Wei think of him? As an undercover agent, he had to be more careful in this regard.
"Brother, is the game arcade so unprofitable?" Lin Wei was a little curious.
"Don't you look at how many people there are?" Li Zicheng glanced at Lin Wei speechlessly and calculated an account for him: "There are more than twenty of us now. How much does it cost just to keep them hungry for a day?"
Even if one person has one bowl of noodles a day
Hmm. Fifty thousand yuan.
But who in the world is so messed up just to eat a bowl of noodles a day? Even if Ding Qing starved himself to death, he wouldn’t dare to starve his brothers like this!
You also have to consider basic rent, cigarette money, etc.
The team's salary is around 200,000 yuan a day, which is the minimum.
Occasionally drink some wine, organize team building, stay in the hospital when injured, pay rent, water and electricity.
No wonder Ding Qing stays in the cinema watching movies every day.
Save money!
"Xiba, this gangster doesn't look like a gangster." Lin Wei curled his lips.
But in Lin Wei's heart, alarm bells suddenly sounded.
Something is wrong.
Where did Ding Qing's money go? Ding Qing couldn't even take out 50,000 yuan in his pocket, but Li Zicheng didn't buy a mobile phone until now. What's wrong!
But on the surface, Lin Wei pretended to know nothing.
Li Zicheng said quietly: "So, it's more cost-effective for you to go back to school. At least after you finish college, you can start by taking a random class and earn 500,000 to 600,000 yuan a month."
"How much money can Pu Zhen make in a day?" Lin Wei turned to look at him.
Li Zicheng stopped talking.
He just held his cigarette in his mouth, looked at the sky for a while, and then spit out the cigarette butt: "There are so many that you can buy a Nokia and crack walnuts every day."
"Pure him." Lin Wei's eyes flashed: "Make money."
Li Zicheng laughed speechlessly, stretched out his hand and slapped him on the head: "You are more courageous than me. If you want to make money, keep an eye on him. You are new here, not many people know you, but today I brought you
You're just going through the motions, but you'd better be more careful and don't cause trouble."
"No problem." Lin Wei said calmly and confidently: "When I was delivering food at Beidamen, this guy surnamed Pu didn't know where he was."
Seeing that he was confident, Li Zicheng stopped asking any more questions. Strictly speaking, in fact, he didn't need Lin Wei to keep an eye on people at all.
As soon as the police start taking action and imprison Park Jin in the police station, Section Chief Jiang will immediately send him a message to take action.
But on the surface, he still had to keep an eye on him and take this opportunity to see Lin Wei's ability in doing things.
"Here, this is what I will spend these days. If you have any questions, call me anytime." Li Zicheng waved his cell phone and handed him a small stack of banknotes. Lin Wei estimated that there was a hundred thousand dollars.
It's about 10 yuan, obviously taking into account the cost of finding a convenient place to live nearby.
Lin Wei nodded: "Brother, you too, call me anytime."
The two looked at each other's mobile phones and smiled at each other. Li Zicheng wandered away and went to nowhere, while Lin Wei also wandered away with his mobile phone.
Walking to a deserted area, Lin Wei touched his slightly hungry belly and dialed Section Chief Jiang's number.
"Hey, President Ma, I want to eat fish. I'm very hungry today."
". Got it! Why did you change your mobile phone number?"
What's more, you have to wait for those who want to swim in the afternoon, and you have to wait for those who want to eat fish in the evening, right?
Section Chief Jiang even hung up the phone a little impatiently.
Lin Wei chuckled and put down his phone.
I have infiltrated the enemy's ranks on my first day. How can you express your appreciation? You have to give me some funds for the activity, right?
You can't let me eat instant noodles every day as an undercover agent, right? You're somewhat overestimating my brother's fighting will.
Lin Wei wandered on the street, looking at the feasting and revelry, the wealthy people holding girls in their arms to pick them up and drop them off in the car, and he also saw a lot of migrant workers drinking at the roadside stalls. People were lying on their backs with tears streaming down their faces.
There are not a few men and women fighting in the street, and occasionally you can see arrogant and domineering colleagues walking menacingly back and forth with crab steps.
Police cars roar past my ears from time to time
This is the daily life in 2002 that Lin Wei is most familiar with in the parallel world of South Korea.
He held a cigarette in his mouth and walked slowly for more than an hour before finally finding the place he had reserved, a sashimi restaurant in Hannam-dong near the Han River. The name was Ma's Sashimi Restaurant.
Section Chief Jiang was quite careful when looking for cover, but it is estimated that this joint location will not last long. Sooner or later, like Li Zicheng in the movie, it will have to be replaced by a remote and uninhabited place.
"Do you have a reservation?"
As soon as I walked in, the boss, who was busy with his head down, asked.
"President Ma."
"Box No. 3."
Lin Wei nodded and looked at the decoration of the store, which was a typical Japanese style.
Entering the box, Section Chief Jiang was toasting with soju with a dark face.
"Here you come? What's the matter?"
Feeling angry but unable to express it to the newcomers, Section Chief Jiang could only act as if nothing had happened: "Eat early. I promised my family to go back early today."
Lin Wei sat opposite him, holding his stomach and saying miserably: "Brother, I haven't eaten yet."
West Eight.
Section Chief Jiang had no choice but to raise his voice: "Auntie, please bring some plates of sashimi."
"I don't like sashimi, is there anything else?" Lin Wei looked at him.
"This is a sashimi shop." Section Chief Jiang took a deep breath.
Lin Wei could only shrug: "I have sneaked in with them today and received a new task, asking me to monitor the second-in-command of the Beida Gate Sect named Pu Zhen."
"Then let's do it?" Section Chief Jiang frowned: "What's the difficulty?"
"First, I have no money." Lin Wei spread his hands with a helpless expression.
Section Chief Jiang shook his hands and raised his eyes, his eyes incomprehensible. Looking at Lin Wei's sincere and expectant eyes, his lips trembled slightly.