(It’s hard to save some manuscripts, is it easy for me!)
(Okay, now that I think about it, it was called Great Unity at that time, and readers are indeed omnipotent!)
The more Zhang Zhi said, the brighter Fatty's eyes became, 100,000!
How long will this be enough for him to earn?
His current salary is 115 a month... 1380 a year... 13800 in ten years... What should I do next??
The confused fat boy started gesticulating with his hands, and even though he was sweating from the work, he didn't understand. Anyway, it was almost enough for him to earn for a hundred years. After all, he still had to eat, drink and live, and everything was covered in Hong Kong!
He is uneducated and does not understand any economic knowledge. Anyway, in his impression, a salary increase of more than ten yuan every year is of no use.
Just this 100,000 yuan is enough to buy his life, not to mention the 50,000 yuan settlement fee. The more I think about it, the more reliable it becomes.
I'm going to die... fight!
He didn't care about danger at all. No matter how dangerous it was, it could be more dangerous than the border!
He doesn't care about killing people anymore, he's not a novice, he can even sleep with a corpse in his arms.
"Master Zhi, when are we going there?" Fatty couldn't wait.
The young and mature Zhang Zhigang was only 19 years old when he joined the army, but he looked the oldest. It is not an exaggeration to say he was thirty. From then on, the nickname "Zhiye" followed him throughout his life.
"Look for more people. The boss means familiar acquaintances. We can find as many people as we can."
"Then contact the old platoon leader, he's having a bit of a miserable life."
We are all comrades-in-arms, but we are also poor. Something happened to the old platoon leader, and in the end no one could do much to help.
The cause of the matter is universal. The job assigned by the old squad leader when he changed his job seemed good, but the state-owned enterprises as a whole were in decline, and the positions were crowded with people. There was no real work, and they devoted their free time to engaging in crooked things.
The target of the old platoon leader is also from this unit. Fatty doesn’t know the specific reason. Anyway, the result is that he was imprisoned for half a year after the beating. Now he has just been released. He has lost his job and he can’t find a new job because he has a criminal record.
Quite troubled.
These people are used to using force to solve problems, and it will be difficult for them to adapt after returning to normal society.
Starting from the second day, comrades came here to see Zhang Zhi one after another, including the old platoon leader Qi Qiang. Things went very smoothly. After all, we were all brothers who had climbed out of the trenches. No one thought Zhang Zhi would lie to them.
Besides, we are just going to Hong Kong together now, and we will talk about it later if we take our family there. We are not just little girls who are as beautiful as flowers, and we are afraid of this and that. There is no value in deceiving a bunch of poor old men.
Zhang Zhi traveled back and forth in the country for more than ten days. When he returned to Pengcheng, he brought twenty-six people with him.
Seeing what Zhang Zhi said about a building bought by his boss to house their family members, the twenty or so people couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Apart from anything else, the feeling of being rich and powerful hit their faces.
upstart!
Corrupt and extravagant capitalist!
But thinking that these are all for my family...it smells so good!
…
This time we still took the waterway to cross Hong Kong. It didn't mean that Wang Xuan was unable to let everyone arrive in Hong Kong with official status. He just didn't want everyone to be exposed to the sun.
These are the secret weapons in his hand. The deeper they are hidden, the better. When these weapons shine, they will inevitably bring blood.
Wang Xuan did not meet Zhang Zhi's comrades in Xinghui. Instead, he chose a large warehouse. Including the place where he lived, Wang Xuan arranged it in six or seven places, and they were all areas with a relatively mixed population.
When several vans drove to the entrance of the warehouse, a group of people took advantage of the darkness and walked into the large warehouse under the leadership of a young man.
The warehouse was made very empty, and a dozen large light bulbs illuminated the inside as if it were daytime. Wang Xuan had arranged several large tables in advance and filled them with wine and food. Firstly, it gave everyone a welcome break, and secondly, when the Chinese people met for the first time, they all
Like at the wine table.
When we meet for the first time and have a drink, we will naturally become familiar with each other.
These soldiers who have retired from the battlefield and are used to seeing life and death are a little cautious and are not afraid of life and death, but they are still not used to working for a private boss.
At this time, the iron rice bowl was still popular in China, and this is still the case even in the 21st century.
In the 1990s, self-employed people were looked down upon, let alone those who worked for private bosses.
It was difficult to change the identity and role for a while, especially when Zhang Zhi called the young man in his early 20s who greeted them at the warehouse door boss, everyone was a little confused for a while.
Is this the boss Zhi Ye talks about? This is too young!? Is it reliable?
"Welcome brothers to Hong Kong. After a long journey, everyone must be hungry. Come on, come in and let's eat and talk."
After a few months of working as a boss, Wang Xuan has long lost his previous youthfulness.
Come on, you're here, let's go in first. Fortunately, the so-called boss spoke Mandarin, which made everyone who had been listening to Cantonese for many days feel relieved. At least communication was not a problem.
"You're all welcome, sit down and talk while we eat."
These twenty people moved very quickly, and several large tables were filled in no time, but their sitting posture made Wang Xuan unable to hold back his laughter.
Just like in the army, he sat up straight and meticulous, and his face was expressionless and looked very serious.
Wang Xuan opened his mouth and wanted everyone to relax, but then he thought that being disciplined was not a bad thing. He wished his gangsters could be disciplined!
But it is not a problem that the atmosphere is always so serious. Wang Xuan coughed dryly and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Xuan. I am originally from Shandong Province. I am no different from everyone else. I am not a native of Hong Kong. You may have heard what Zhang Zhi said.
, Hong Kong people discriminate against those from China, but this does not happen here, so please rest assured."
"I speak more directly and don't beat around the bush with you. Let Zhang Zhi invite you all from China so I won't treat you badly. I have a basic annual salary of 100,000 yuan, a settling-in allowance of 50,000 yuan, and bonuses and the like.
I don’t like to talk about those vain things!”
With that said, Wang Xuan picked up a suitcase from the ground and placed it on the dining table. He asked everyone to move the food and wine away. Wang Xuan opened the suitcase and dumped it on the table.
The clattering piles of banknotes built up a small mountain.
With a confident smile on his lips, Wang Xuan glanced at the twenty-seven people present. No matter how many bloody events they had seen before, he could kill people without changing his expression, but in front of piles of banknotes, he would inevitably breathe heavily and his pupils would shrink.
Thanks to the strong discipline developed in the army, they could barely maintain a sitting position at this time, but their posture had completely changed. They could not help but stretch and twist their necks, staring at the pile of RMB.
Yes, RMB.
In order to give everyone here a greater shock, Wang Xuan deliberately changed the Hong Kong dollars into RMB, but what he exchanged were "Great Unity", a bundle of which is 1,000 yuan.
The settlement allowance of 50,000 yuan per person is fifty bundles, and 26 people is 1,300 bundles. Wang Xuan picked up boxes and boxes of banknotes and kept pouring them down. After a while, the big dining table was piled with banknotes.
(In the 1990s, a denomination of 10 yuan was already a large-denomination note.)