Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 70 Begins
Southwest Community, Dadu Street.

It was another busy day for Liu Yaozu, who opened a duck blood vermicelli shop here.

The duck blood vermicelli he made is soft but not rotten, crystal clear, with enough duck blood and duck intestines, scallions dotted with green, especially the marinade soup, which has a strong taste.

The shop is about [-] square meters, and the layout is very compact. There are two columns on the left and right, a total of six small tables against the wall, and eighteen plastic stools. People want to take out.

Liu Yaozu and his wife are the only ones working in the store. They often feel overwhelmed, but they don't dare to recruit more people.

The rent of the store is not very cheap, and there are taxes and protection fees to be paid. After excluding the cost of raw materials, the monthly surplus is not too much. If you recruit more staff, it will be an additional expense.

"Boss, the peppers in this jar are gone."

In the store, a young man with glasses who took off his suit stood up, holding a scratched glass jar with only a little residual red.

"Oh, I'm coming right now, um, help me take that thing off the table."

Liu Yaozu said this to the table of guests near the door, but just as the table of guests was about to get up, a palm with English letters tattooed on the back of his hand took away the can of chili.

The hair caused by the poor-quality rose-red hair dye is frizzy and occupies a part of the top of the head. The hair on both sides is cleanly shaved. The upper body is only wearing a black leather vest with the zipper open. There are some long and short small chains hanging on it, and they sway and rattle when they walk.

The unscrupulous young man who picked up the chili suddenly changed the atmosphere of the store.

The lively atmosphere turned down a notch, and everyone was bored eating vermicelli and drinking soup.

The clerk with the empty chili jar sat back in embarrassment.

Snapped!
There was still half a can of chili left on his table, and the clerk looked up and saw the smiling face of the red-haired young man.

"Hey, you eat!"

"Ah...thank you."

The red-haired youth nodded and walked to Liu Yaozu's side.

"Old Liu, business is good."

"Hey, there are a lot of customers, so the earning is just like that."

With a smile on his face, Liu Yaozu asked his wife to count the banknotes to be paid this month.

The red-haired young man shook his hand: "No, I'm not here to collect money today."

"oh oh."

Liu Yaozu nodded nonchalantly, and started to get busy again, his eyes swept over the red-haired young man from time to time.

Standing there, the red-haired young man felt a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand and wanted to slap the table. The people at the next table had already spotted his palm and were ready to hide with the bowl.

Finally, the slap landed on his own thigh.

"Old Liu, why don't you ask me what I'm here today?"

Liu Yaozu smiled and said: "Oh, what's the point of asking, you can take whatever you want to eat, as long as you don't take my spoon and kitchen knife."

"Hey, I really just..."

The red-haired youth was a little anxious.

When he usually goes shopping, he and his brethren will pick up some things, one or two boxes of toilet paper, a bottle of toothpicks, a few pieces of uncut meat and cooked food, and they don’t give money. happy.

But he really didn't come here for this today, and he was still looked at like this, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

"Forget it, let me just say it. We have changed the boss. From now on, these two streets will be covered by our Shenzhou Jieyi Society. The president's new rules will be settled at the end of the month. We will also come to help in normal times."

Liu Yaozu just nodded again, with a look of sudden understanding.

But everyone could see that he didn't listen to anything.

This is also normal. It is very common for gangs to change bosses. After changing bosses, the new boss always has to change some rules in order to show the difference between himself and the previous boss. It's still a good thing to beat people, lend money to collect debts, and throw paint on the door, just begging them not to be more ruthless.

The red-haired young man stood in the store for a while, and the customers had changed twice, but he didn't see that he had anything to do.

No matter how busy Liu Yaozu and his wife were, they only asked him to make way.

Very bored, the red-haired young man went out to have a look.

On this street, you can see quite a few brothers in the club, some of them are walking back and forth between several shops, looking idle and panicked, some with their legs crossed, sitting outside their houses .

There are also one or two who help others unload.

Yesterday, the new boss said that they will be subject to more rules in the future, and they did post a few rules later, asking them to remember and abide by them.

But for now, it seems to be fine except that it feels more boring.

The red-haired young man stood under the big sun, thinking about sneaking away, and meeting some people to go clubbing, or go to the game hall, but a lot of brothers died a while ago, and two of them were particularly bad at playing. The buddy who served as a foil for himself is gone.

"Hey, a bunch of bad boys, God didn't bless you."

The red-haired young man smacked his lips, feeling bored, and gradually walked over to the two brothers who were moving the goods.

"What are you doing? Take the initiative to help others with hard work?"

The short man in the vest said: "Didn't you say that if you do a good job, will there be a bonus at the end of the month?"

"Dick your hair, nerves. If you don't do it, there is so much. What can I give you if you do it?"

The short man patted the box with one hand: "Don't do this, there is no other fun, let me tell you, throw these things on the truck and stack them neatly, and at the last look, hey, it's quite interesting of."

The earring man next to him pushed two boxes onto the carriage: "Yeah, you are slower than me every time."

"I'll go to your mother, I'm obviously faster than you."

Hongmao watched and wrenched his fingers: "I'll show you what a really good body is."

A car drives slowly across the street.

In the driver's seat, Lao An looked at the group of people, and said: "They really are a little bit better, but they are really limited, and the 3-minute enthusiasm of this group of people, I think it's interesting now, and they won't do it in a long time, President You want them to get on the right track, it's not an easy thing."

"Labor can transform people's bodies and minds. This is the experience of many places in the world, especially when so many people around them have just died."

Guan Luoyang has read a lot of books in the past two days. His mission this time is longer and he has a lot of things to do. If he doesn't know enough about this place, it is absolutely impossible.

Then he discovered that Xinma Port had few jobs and insufficient resources in the past few years, which squeezed out a large number of people's jobs, but in the past two years, it has actually slowed down, and even developed in an orderly manner and flourished day by day.

Even if all the businesses in the black and gray areas are excluded, the economy of Xinma Port is still thriving. As long as these young and middle-aged people are willing to look for it, they can find a regular job.

But the problem is that there are too many gangs here, and the tail is already too big to lose. The most attractive job that the new generation of young and middle-aged people can see is gang children, and they turn a blind eye to those formal jobs.

However, these unscrupulous gangs have an absolute disadvantage.

— Unsettled.

People yearn for peace. Is there really anyone who is accustomed to the scene of fighting and killing people everywhere?Maybe, but definitely not most.

Especially these gang children who originally belonged to the bottom, they are just forced to accept this kind of daily life, thinking they can adapt to it.

"As long as someone forcibly takes them another way, making their labor more abundant, more valuable, and rewarding, then the greatest benefit of stability will permeate their lives and make them get used to the new life. "

Listening to this passage, Lao An shook his head imperceptibly.

Guan Luoyang seemed to be looking out the window, but caught his subtle movement and said, "You think what I said is wrong?"

Lao An pondered for a while: "President, before everyone only knew that you took a five-day boat from Hong Kong to Xinma Port, but now that you think about it, you came from the Mainland, right?"

Guan Luoyang said, "Huh?"

Lao An sighed: "President, the original site of the Steel Arm Gang is not big, it's just these two streets, this small block. But if you really don't want to get involved in other businesses, even if you just want to let this small area Keeping the territory stable is no easy task.”

"There are five major social associations here, but they can only coexist with gangs. There are no tens of millions of troops here to suppress China and get rid of lawless troops."

Guan Luoyang smiled faintly: "It's up to people to do it. Someone has to do it. You've already boarded my boat. It's better to be optimistic. If people are too pessimistic, they tend to be half-hearted and leave accidentally. On a bad road."

Lao An's eyelids trembled, hearing the meaning of warning.

After the wheel rolled slowly for another distance, he smiled and said: "President, there is only a 50.00% probability of life and death. The things Yan Xiong did, the threats he drew, and the things you want to do, It’s really not bad for me.”

"The difference is that I am under Yan Xiong's hands, that is, an old bastard with a good relationship, but under your hands, I can feel a little bit younger."

After all, he was an accountant, numbers, banknotes, forms, these are the things he is most familiar with.

Guan Luoyang smiled: "By the way, if we take out all the private treasuries of Yan Xiong and the others, we can actually recruit more people with our current funds. You make a plan."

Lao An said: "Okay, what business?"

Guan Luoyang said: "I think that in the neighborhood I'm most familiar with, food sellers account for more than half of it. First, develop business in this small area around, and post small advertisements everywhere to let the newly recruited people compare with the original gang. Mix goods, monitor each other, and deliver food."

Almost every household here has an electric car, and the electricity bill is astonishingly low. As long as this business can be started, it can be said to be a good start.

Lao An nodded, he couldn't evaluate whether this thing would win or lose, but most of the things Yan Xiong touched were rejected, and it's always a good thing for the new boss to have a goal.

The vehicle gradually approached a building with tall buildings and white walls shaded by green trees.

From a distance, you can see the big golden characters of "Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong University" inlaid on the wall.

The social council here may indeed not be strong enough, but the territory of Xinma Port is far from that large.

Guan Luoyang already had some plans for what he was going to do.

But before that, he still needs to know more.

In the entire southwestern community, the most knowledge-rich place is the library of the University of Singapore and Malaysia.

The short-haired Guan Luoyang got out of the car, dressed in white sportswear, with a sunny and cheerful temperament, more like a student than a student, and calmly mixed in, bringing Xiao Jiang's library card into the library.

(End of this chapter)