The boss was scared to death, and the younger brothers were no better.
Sure enough, a gangster is a gangster. If you are tough, he will be soft. Mud can't support the wall. He can only bully the common people.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly, held the gun in one hand, and pointed at the people around him. He was so frightened that people shrank, and then he said: "Lao Yang, watch them, I'll go talk to Xiao Hei."
Yang Fu held up the gun and pretended to be a tiger, while Wang Xu grabbed Xiao Hei's clothes and dragged him into the car.
When he got to the car, Xiao Hei covered his shoulders with his hands, looked at the muzzle of the gun in fear, and trembled: "Boss, your incense burner is in the box in the back seat. Take it away. I don't want this thing anymore."
Don’t shoot!”
"Haha, you are not particular about it, but we have rules. Once you get the money for something sold, there is no way to ask for it back. However, you tricked me and fell into my hands again, so you have to
Can you give me an explanation?" Wang Xu didn't ask for the antiques back. They were abundant in the Republic of China and were nothing in his eyes. He had more considerations.
The fear on Xiao Hei's face became even stronger. When he saw that Wang Xu didn't even want anything, he felt not joy but fear. He weakly asked: "Boss, what do you want to say?"
Looking at Xiao Hei's expression, Wang Xu knew that this guy had been restrained by him.
After squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Wang Xu lowered his gun and said in a deep voice: "Are you really in the antique business, with buyers and sellers?"
"If you do it, if you really do it, it's not all a waste of money." Xiao Hei answered knowingly, and quickly added: "But I don't have good goods on hand, my business is relatively small, and I don't know many good buyers."
"That's it!"
Wang Xu nodded slightly and said pointedly: "If I can supply you with supplies, can you pave the way?"
The little black chick nodded again and again like he was pecking at rice: "Yes, absolutely yes. I have been doing this for more than ten years, but I just don't have good goods in hand, so I have been muddle along. If there is good goods, I can find the sponsor, and in the northern realm
I have never seen any of these big players, but I have also heard of them."
"good!"
Wang Xu burst out laughing, patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "We can cooperate. You have the connections, I have the supply, and we are all born to be friends!"
Friend, you are a friend, but you will point a gun at me.
Xiao Hei felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't express his bitterness, so he could only borrow the donkey's help and flatter him: "Of course, you are right, we are friends, we were born to be friends."
"Since we are friends, this is a misunderstanding. From now on, when we cooperate, I will take pictures for you, and then you will contact the buyer. Once agreed, I will ship the goods. For each item, I will give you 100% of the profit.
Five out of five, what do you think of this business?" Wang Xu can't do every transaction personally. With an insider like Xiao Hei by his side, he can have a lot less things to do.
As for whether Xiao Hei would lie to him, Wang Xu was not worried.
After this road is paved, he will definitely find an appraiser to value these antiques and take the trading market into his own hands.
Xiao Hei is just his shipper. The two will not meet again in the future, and Yang Fu will be responsible for the connection.
In this way, if something happens to the antique, the first person to be exposed is Xiao Hei, followed by Yang Fu, who is responsible for the connection.
And he would hide behind the two of them, just like a puppet on strings, instructing the two of them to make transactions. Once an emergency happened, Wang Xu could directly abandon the two of them and escape from his shell to save himself as much as possible.
Of course, doing so may be a bit unethical.
But what is morality and what brothers are, they are not just for sale.
Be it Xiao Hei or Yang Fu, in his eyes, they are just using each other. If anyone can really relate to each other, Yu Zecheng can be counted as half of them.
Why can't they be counted as one? Lao Yu was first a member of the underground party and then his friend.
If Wang Xu's interests conflict with the interests of the underground party, it's hard to say whether Yu Zecheng will be soft-hearted, so this is just a half-friend.
"Boss, the antique business pays attention to the steady flow of water. How many pieces of goods can you provide in a month?" Seeing that Wang Xu did not intend to kill him, Xiao Hei gradually became more courageous.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "We have a good appetite. How can we be satisfied with just a few items? We will start with at least a dozen items in a month. Good things like Wenwang Lotus Stove will be indispensable for you. However,
I've said something ugly before, but you've seen our style, so don't think it's useless. We can get more than a dozen pieces of goods in a month, how capable do you think we are?"
"Boss, you are so strong, why, how..."
"Why are we looking for you?"
Wang Xu smiled mysteriously, tapped Xiao Hei's brain, and said softly: "You can take a guess."
How to guess? The more ambiguous the information, the wider the scope of the guess.
Xiao Hei automatically thought about it and thought that people like Wang Xu must have had partners in the past. Most likely, something happened to the partner, so he personally went out to find a new partner.
Otherwise, the man in front of me is so ruthless, and he is talking about more than a dozen big business deals, so it would be impossible for him to come to someone with a small role like him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hei's breathing became heavy. His second thought was how much he could earn.
For a piece of goods, the commission is 5%. One million is equivalent to 50,000.
There are more than a dozen pieces of goods a month, and there are Wenwang lotus incense burners. Such top-notch goods are overwhelming, and the monthly price is not tens of millions.
If you calculate it this way, even with a 5% commission, you can still get 1.8 million per month, and loan sharking is not that profitable.
"Do you want to do it or not?"
"Come on, the one who has money but does not make money is the grandson. From now on, you will be my grandfather."
Xiao Hei has been around for so many years and has been through thick and thin. He is only worth a few million. How can he refuse a big business worth several million a year?
Before, he felt that he was on his back, encountered a stinging hedgehog, and was shot.
Now that I think about it, this is not a hedgehog, but the God of Wealth.
After being shot in exchange for such a big deal, Xiao Hei felt that the wound no longer hurt and his heart disease was cured. It was really worth it...
"Get out of the car..." Wang Xu held up the pistol and opened the car door.
Outside the car door, the yellow-haired young man had been helped up, and a group of people stood aside honestly.
After Wang Xu got out of the car, he held a gun in one hand and held Xiao Hei's shoulder in the other. He smiled and said: "Misunderstanding, today is all a misunderstanding. If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other."
"Yes, we don't know each other without fighting." Xiao Hei followed suit and scolded the younger brothers: "This is Brother Wang, one of our own, hurry up and call someone."
"Brother Wang..." A group of younger brothers shouted unevenly without knowing what was going on.
When Xiao Hei heard this, he immediately became angry and roared: "Louder, you haven't even eaten yet?"
"Brother Wang!"
This time the voices were all together and much louder.
Wang Xu walked up with a smile, first looked at Huang Mao who was shot, and said with a charitable smile: "Little brother, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
Huang Mao is about twenty-four or five years old, older than Wang Xu.
But at this time, age is nothing, the one with the gun is the boss.
At this moment, let alone calling him little brother, Huang Mao agreed to call him grandpa, nodding his head and saying: "Hello, Brother Wang."
"I'm really sorry that I shot you. After I go back, I'll ask Xiao Hei to give you 100,000 yuan for your medical treatment." After Wang Xu said this, he turned to look at Xiao Hei and said, "Xiao Hei, we are all getting to know each other today.
On these days, it is unjustifiable not to give a greeting gift. In this way, each of the brothers present will receive 10,000 red envelopes. If Huang Mao is injured, he will receive 100,000. The money will be counted on me. Is that okay with you?"
"Brother Wang, I'll just give you the money, you don't have to spend any money." Xiao Hei didn't know if he noticed that Wang Xu was trying to win people's hearts, or if he was really convinced, as if he had his best interests at heart.
Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled and said: "What's yours is mine, don't compete with me."
This was a double entendre, and after hearing it for a moment, Xiao Hei came to his senses.
Xiao Hei is a popular drinker in the county town, and he is not an idiot. He quickly said, "It's Brother Wang. I listen to you. I will do whatever you say."
"Very good. From now on, Lao Yang will be responsible for everything here. I won't come forward easily. When it comes time for me to come forward, I will naturally show up. You are the person in the scene, so I won't say anything more.
"
Wang Xu gently cupped his hands, imitating the gestures that the old man taught him in martial arts, and whispered: "We will meet again in the mountains and rivers, and we will meet again in the future."