Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 280
"Hahaha, it's a fracture, do you want it?" Yu Wei looked at Gu Siwei.

After thinking for a while, Gu Siwei gritted his teeth: "Yes, but you have to give me time to raise money!"

After hearing this, Yu Wei was stunned, and blurted out: "You really dare to buy it!"

Now some people are spreading gossip in the market, saying that the Hong Kong chaos this time has something to do with the north, otherwise why would the housing price have fallen to such a deadly level, and this family friend in the Wei family couldn't possibly rush to dump the house and run away.

"Is there anything I dare not buy at this price!"

Gu Siwei gritted his molars and said, "I'm just going to raise money!"

Saying that, Gu Siwei stood up.

Yu Wei panicked for a while.

He just talked about it, how could he really want to sell the house to Gu Siwei, and the old uncle who just came for a hundred thousand may not be happy, the reserve price given by them is a little higher than this.

Although the height is not much, it is still high.

"You stop thinking about it?"

Yu Wei felt that he was being grilled by himself in an instant.

What is Yu Wei at this moment really called? Shame like a scabbard knife. If Gu Siwei really spends [-] yuan to buy a house, Yu Wei can't say that the price of this house has increased!
Although Yu Dashao was not very good at times, everyone came out with a bit of arrogance in his heart, and no matter how much he lost his status, he didn't want to lose his status to a small family like Gu Siwei.

But now you look at what's going on, and you've squeezed yourself into a corner.

"What else is there to think about, I'm going to raise money now," Gu Siwei said.

Seeing that Gu Siwei was about to leave in a hurry, Yu Wei said, "The money from selling antiques last time."

"Take it as a deposit." Gu Siwei ran out of Yu Wei's office without looking back.

Yu Wei was dumbfounded at this moment, raised his hand and stroked his face a few times, but in the end he was not willing to hit him, just scratched lightly, muttering: This f*cking world is crazy.

When he got downstairs, Gu Siwei directly got into the car waiting for him outside, and asked the driver to drive to the door of his cold storage factory.

After entering the factory, Manager Guan came out early.

It’s a bit of a mess outside now, and it’s a bit hot to do in my position, because this job makes his family’s life stable, and Gu Siwei’s side not only increases his salary, but also gives him almost all of the factory, not to mention the death of those who know him.

So as soon as he saw a car parked in front of the factory, Manager Guan knew that his boss was coming.

Back in the office, Gu Siwei sat down on a chair, nodded to Manager Guan, and motioned him to sit down and talk.

"boss!"

In an instant, Manager Guan was short in front of Gu Siwei.

"How is the fruit selling?"

"There's a little left, I'm worrying about it these days," Manager Guan said.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei was slightly taken aback: "Selling so fast?"

Gu Siwei didn't expect this.

"It's your idea. There is no storefront or booth..." Manager Guan flattered him.

"How much money is in the account now?" Gu Siwei asked.

Manager Guan opened his mouth and reported the account: "About 28."

"That's all!" Gu Siwei felt a little too little.

Manager Guan almost rolled his eyes when he heard this, and thought to himself: Boss, we are selling fruits, not white noodles. How little is it to earn two hundred thousand in this short period of time?
Manager Guan used to only earn 700 yuan a month, but at this time, his salary was high, properly high. Gu Siwei raised it a bit, and it was less than 900 yuan, which is really a lot for earning 28 yuan.

Of course, Gu Siwei made a lot of money, and he also made a share of the manufacturer's money.

But the sum of these is still small, far from one hundred thousand dollars.

Gu Siwei picked up his fingers and tapped on the table lightly. Now he was thinking about how to ask Manager Guan, which gangster flour business in Hong Kong City is doing a good and big business.

"Manager Guan!"

Just when Gu Siwei was thinking about something, suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, and the people who came were very anxious.

Gu Siwei took a look, good guy, it was Pan Baofeng and Zhao Sanle who came.

Taking a closer look, I found that there was still a piece of white gauze hanging on Zhao Sanle's shoulder, and one arm was obviously injured, and it was not an ordinary injury.

"Boss!"

When Pan Baofeng saw Gu Siwei, he was suddenly excited.

Gu Siwei hummed, and asked Zhao Sanle, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Sanle said: "Boss, we were beaten."

"Hit? Who?"

Gu Siwei was not surprised. Now this place in Hong Kong is a place where people cannibalize people, and it is also a place where Chinese people eat Chinese people.

From the moment they were asked to carry the burden to sell fruit, Gu Siwei knew that something would happen sooner or later, because the big and small gangs all over the Hong Kong city would not let them go.

Zhao Sanle told what happened.

Just as Gu Siwei thought, he acted almost according to the script.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Sanle was a little confused when he heard Gu Siwei's words, and thought: You are the boss, why do you still ask us what to do?
Gu Siwei took a look at Pan Baofeng, only to see that the kid pretended to think about it, and then said: "There are a lot of them."

Hearing this, Gu Siwei no longer looked at Pan Baofeng, he felt that this person, um, forget it.

So Gu Siwei set his sights on Zhao Sanle.

After Zhao Sanle thought for a while, he gritted his teeth: "Boss, are there any guys? If there are guys, I'll find a few people to do them. Why can they steal our money! Fight!"

"What do you want?"

Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

What Zhao Sanle said was to his liking. At this time, Gu Siwei was no longer the machine tool technician he used to be, and his tolerance for some bullshit was almost gone.

In Gu Siwei's view, a person who can even collect the protection money of the old man who picks up baskets and sells fruits, and beats people if he doesn't lift the baskets, is a garbage that is not worth dying for.

"There are blades here, we also use..." Zhao Sanle looked at Gu Siwei when he said that.

Gu Siwei sneered: "Hmph, blade, what the hell are you doing with me in Outlaws of the Marsh!"

The manager Guan next to him listened with cold sweat on his forehead.

Gu Siwei glanced at him, his eyes fell on Manager Guan for two or three seconds, and then moved to Zhao Sanle.

"Follow me later, I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, leaving Pan Baofeng and Zhao Sanle aside, Gu Siwei asked Manager Guan to ask the accountant to bring over the company's accounts, and he began to flip through them.

Gu Siwei looked at it very seriously, and didn't ask Manager Guan for some things he didn't understand. He was actually stuck at two ends. He bought the goods himself, so he naturally knew how many fruits there were, and Zhao Sanle and the others sold them.

Gu Siwei doesn't care too much, as long as it's not too much, there will be no fish when the water is clear, but if it's too much, Manager Guan wants to make a monster, Gu Siwei doesn't mind getting him to raise fish in the sea.

After looking through the account, I found that there seemed to be no major problem, but Gu Siwei looked at it, and did not return the account book to the accountant, but said that he would take it back to continue reading.

After finishing speaking, Gu Siwei stood up with the ledger and walked outside.

When he got to the door and got into the car, he waved at Zhao Sanle, let him get into the car with him, and went home directly.

Manager Guan and Pan Baofeng stood at the door, watching the car disappear.

Manager Guan looked at Pan Baofeng and said with a smile, "Mr. Pan, I'm back to the factory."

Manager Guan felt that Pan Baofeng had missed the opportunity. In this world, you dare not fight hard and still want to live a good life. How can there be such a good thing? Looking around, whether it is the British or the rich, which one has not become rich by sucking other people's blood?What about us ordinary people?If you want to get ahead, you have to do more than others, or you have to be more ruthless than others, or you have to learn to be a loyal dog.

You have nothing, and you are still timid and risk your life. Such a person still wants to make a fortune?
Pooh!
I lost your mother!While this face is still useful, go serve women.

Gu Siwei really didn't see that Manager Guan was much more ruthless than he thought. At this moment, Manager Guan despised Pan Baofeng in his heart.

Pan Baofeng is also confused, although he looks pretty good, but his brain is really not very useful, and he can't even look at people, it's just a mess.

He still doesn't understand why the boss only called Zhao Sanle and didn't let him get in the car.

The whole thing looks smart, but is actually a fool in essence.

Taking Zhao Sanle back home, Gu Siwei closed the door of the small study and asked Zhao Sanle to talk about what he was going to do.

Zhao Sanle is really a little nervous at the moment, he understands that the boss of his family is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, but he is also excited when he is nervous. After coming to Hong Kong for so long, Zhao Sanle understands much better than Pan Baofeng.

Zhao Sanle knows that this is a place to eat people, you have to fight hard to get ahead, and today is obviously an opportunity, an opportunity worth fighting for.

"Just get me some guys!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Sanle grinned at Gu Siwei and said, "Let us do these trivial matters, and you will give them face if you take action, boss."

Gu Siwei understood, he knew that Zhao Sanle was thinking that in case something happened, Gu Siwei could pick himself out.

Ha ha!

Gu Siwei smiled and patted Zhao Sanle on the shoulder.

He only said one sentence: "Go back! The people you are looking for have finished their work, come to the village to find me, and I will send them out."

After hearing this, Zhao Sanle hummed, turned around and was about to leave. When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, came back and bowed to Gu Siwei, and closed the door of the study, before leaving lightly.

Now a group of fruit sellers already have a small base, Zhao Sanle began to mentally calculate who is suitable and who is not on the way back.

When he returned to the stronghold, he already had a candidate in his mind.

Asked on the sidelines, Zhao Sanle didn't tell anyone who hesitated, Zhao Sanle didn't reveal his plan. On this point, Zhao Sanle seemed to be a natural swearer, and he was very thoughtful. Although it was the first time he did it, he did it well.

Four or five people were selected, and Zhao Sanle was waiting here.

When it was more than eight o'clock in the evening, there was only a bang outside.

While waiting for Zhao Sanle to go out, there was an extra bag on the ground. When I opened it, I found that it was full of American style guys, the kind wrapped in oiled paper.

Except for Zhao Sanle, all the rest of the retired soldiers really knew guns very well, so they started playing with them excitedly.

At this moment, Zhao Sanle took a deep breath, paused for a while and said, "Work!"

(End of this chapter)