In the courtyard, Yang Jianguang and Huang Mao were sitting obediently in the corner, squatting side by side.
The old man opposite was cooking tea eggs in a leisurely manner, ignoring the trembling legs of several people.
On the side, Dazhi gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jianguang, we have decided, we are going to another place!"
Yang Jianguang's feet were trembling and he rolled his eyes at Dazhi. "You can talk about it later."
After all, Huang Mao and his two people had been trained by the uncle for several days, and they were so tired when they got started right after they came back!
Not long after, the panting Dazhi turned his head again, lowered his voice and continued. "Brother Jianguang, you are a person who does big things. I will listen to you. It is useless to just stay here in Shanghai. We need to
Go to other cities!”
The corner of Yang Jianguang's mouth twitched, but the phone on the table rang, and the sound of car horns also came from outside the courtyard.
Hearing this voice, Yang Jianguang's eyes lit up.
The vcd was finally delivered!
…
In a digital store in Shanghai, Luo Ping was listening to his younger brother's report with a gloomy face.
"Mr. Luo, our dealers are pestering us to return the goods during this period."
"They said that their Walkman sales have plummeted during this period, and if this continues, they will close down! You..."
Before the younger brother could finish speaking, Luo Ping slapped his palm on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth, "Damn Yang Jianguang, it's all your fault!"
Because of Yang Jianguang's influence, his current walkman sales have plummeted a lot, with shipments of less than 200 units during this period!
If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be doomed!
"No, I can't bear this insult!" Luo Ping gritted his teeth and stood up with murderous intent.
But when he thought of Uncle Zhang's vigorous skills in the courtyard, Luo Ping suddenly felt discouraged and sat back down.
So what if you can't bear it, you can't beat it again and again, you can't sell it again and again.
Just when Luo Ping was struggling, the younger brother on the side came over and reminded, "Boss, we are not Yang Jianguang's opponent, but Shanghai is so big, there must be someone who can be this guy's opponent, right?"
Luo Ping was stunned, "You mean, let me find someone to help me deal with Yang Jianguang?"
As he said that, Luo Ping hesitated with some pain in his body.
If you want to convince Shang Hai's bosses to deal with Yang Jianguang, the cost is not a small sum.
The boy next to him seemed to see what Luo Ping was hesitating about, "Boss, you have said that Yang Jianguang's Walkman is very profitable. In this case, we can definitely find each other to cooperate!"
"I heard that there is a guy named Brother Bao around here. He is the leader of the Pudong film industry. He is very powerful..."
…
After asking around all the way, Luo Ping finally found the place where the legendary Master Bao was.
Compared with the few gangsters that Luo Ping brought with him last time, Mr. Bao, a gray and gray boss, is not on the same level.
Although Luo Ping had planned to persuade Mr. Bao to deal with Yang Jianguang, when he looked at the luxurious villa in front of him and the two fierce-looking bald heads in suits at the door, he suddenly became a little nervous.
Facing the cold gazes of the two people at the door, Luo Ping walked to the door cautiously and said with a hurried smile. "Two...two brothers, I'm looking for Mr. Bao. I called him before."
"Looking for Mr. Bao." The bald man in a suit looked Luo Ping up and down, and said, "Go in."
Hearing this, Luo Ping immediately felt relieved and walked into the villa. But as soon as he entered the door, Luo Ping was so frightened that his feet went weak.
A bunch of tattooed burly men all stared at Luo Ping. Some of them had already raised various weapons. If Luo Ping made any rash move, they would immediately chop him into pieces!
At the end of the flower arms, in front of a mahogany table, a middle-aged man with a pony-like face was cutting fine steaks elegantly and carefully. Beside him were two rows of strong men in suits, wearing sunglasses and holding their heads high.
standing behind the middle-aged,
Luo Ping instantly understood that in this posture, this was the legendary Master Bao.
As for Luo Ping's appearance, Mr. Bao was not moved at all and just looked at the steak in front of him.
Mr. Bao is confident that no one in this villa would dare to cause trouble here regardless of life and death.
Soon, Luo Ping was carried over by a big man like a chicken and was thrown in front of Master Bao.
Luo Ping shrank his neck, knowing that he should take the initiative to say hello to Master Bao.
After hesitating for a while, he tried to ask, "Bao... Mr. Bao, have you... eaten?"
The big-faced man who was cutting steak was stunned.
He glanced at Luo Ping, who was shivering in front of him, hesitated for a while, "I ate, but not completely."
Luo Ping suddenly realized, "How about you continue to eat yours?"
Mr. Bao became impatient and slapped the table. "If you have anything to say, just say it!"
Suddenly, there was a clanging sound all around, and the gangster immediately stared at Luo Ping with murderous intent.
Seeing the bright machetes around him, Luo Ping's confused mind suddenly came to his senses. He said hurriedly,
"Master Bao, I have a huge business, and I would like to ask you to do it!"
Not long.
"Are you serious, a walkman can net you fifty yuan?" Mr. Bao's voice was full of surprise.
These days, even if you are the boss, money is a hard-earned good thing.
If you earn 50 yuan for one machine, wouldn’t it be 500,000 yuan for 10,000 machines? Five million yuan for 100,000 machines?
Hearing this, Luo Ping gritted his teeth and agreed, "Don't worry, Mr. Bao, I'll make fifty for each one, and I guarantee you won't get any less!"
Anyway, according to Yang Jianguang, the purchase price is about forty. Even if ninety-one units are sold, you can still earn more than fifty.
Hearing this, Master Bao was very satisfied. However, when he heard Luo Ping mentioning the courtyard, Master Bao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"That Lao Zhangtou is very skilled, I've heard that he's not that easy to mess with." After saying that, Mr. Bao snorted coldly and looked up at Luo Ping.
"Boy, for this matter, I went to such great lengths to offend Lao Zhangtou, how much can I earn from that Walkman?"
"This..." Luo Ping didn't know that Master Bao was looking out for his own interests!
He hesitated for a while, then hurriedly said, "The money I earn from each Walkman is the same as Mr. Bao, and I get half of it."
"No!" Mr. Bao stared at Luo Ping with an unhappy expression. "Let me earn forty for one set, otherwise... hum!"
Just when Luo Ping was about to refuse, the surrounding Bao Ye's younger brothers immediately came over with murderous intent, full of threats, which made Luo Ping tremble with fear.
Mr. Bao looked over with a mocking look on his face, "It seems that Boss Luo is not very willing to pay this price. Don't worry, I, Mr. Bao, am a civilized man and I will never do anything like wielding a sword or a gun."
"Come on, Dalong, cure his constipation!"
Half an hour later, Luo Ping walked out of the villa with his hands on his waist and a sad face.
Damn Yang Jianguang, I’m not done with you!
…
At the same time, inside the courtyard.
Yang Jianguang and others worked hard all morning and finally unloaded the fifty-eight VCDs.
After breakfast, Huang Mao and Dazhi also rode a tricycle to sell the Walkman.
Yang Jianguang also found a tricycle outside, piled ten VCDs on it, and rode slowly towards Hongjiang Road.
Fifty-eight VCDs were sold within a month. This was a big project, so Yang Jianguang had to hurry up.