Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

Yang Wei agreed to Ma Bufang's request in such a hasty manner, which inevitably made Ma Bufang feel a little uncertain, just like climbing a high mountain and then suddenly landed. The sudden drop made him wonder why Yang Wei did this.

Feeling uneasy, Ma Bufang hurriedly went to find Zhang Haiming. Although on the surface it seemed that he wanted to discuss the next sales plan with Zhang Haiming, in fact he wanted to ask Zhang Haiming what he thought about this matter. Be cautious, Yang Wei's actions today will inevitably make Ma Bufang "doubtful", always feel that there is some ulterior secret hidden under Yang Wei's rash actions.

Ma Bufang panicked and went to the inn where Zhang Haiming was staying. Zhang Haiming usually has high eyesight and never puts others in his eyes. It seems that he wants to show that he is superior. I deliberately changed my room to the upper room on the top floor.

The northwest area is sparsely populated, and the business of the inn is usually mediocre, and the pedestrians who come and go here are unwilling to throw money on the meaningless rent. Therefore, only Zhang Haiming lives on the third floor.

Ma Bufang strode into the inn. As soon as he entered, he stopped the man who was about to go out. After looking around, he sneakily lowered his voice and said, "Go and call Mr. Zhang who lives in the upper room on the top floor." 318

The clerk smiled all over his face and said, "Mr. Ma, Mr. Zhang is not here. He went out early in the morning."

Such an answer made Ma Bufang furious. Thinking back to when he was in Qinghai, he was always calling for the wind and calling for the rain. The fact that he went to the door but couldn't find anyone made him feel annoyed, but he was helpless. Open the door to me!"

The clerk immediately took a step back, hesitantly said: "Mr. Ma, why don't you take a rest downstairs? Opening the door of the guest's room is a violation of the rules, and it must not be done."

Ma Bufang, who was in a fit of anger, couldn't care about any rules, let alone a small inn that he didn't care about at all. Thinking of this, the impatient Ma Bufang just waved his hand, and the dagger at his waist was already lying on the clerk. On the neck, I saw Ma Bufang showing a sinister smile, and said with a sneer: "You don't even need a gun to kill you. If you move quickly, you may save your life."

With his life in hand, the clerk could no longer close any conscience in the industry, so he rushed upstairs without saying a word, obediently opened the door of Zhang Haiming's room, and did not forget to fill Ma Bufang with tea, so he flattered Leaving the door with a smile, he almost tripped over the threshold of the door and turned his back on his back.

The moment the door was closed by the clerk, Ma Bufang stood up immediately and looked out anxiously from the window. In the closed and desolate northwest small town, Ma Bufang took in all the scenery in his eyes. The anxious Ma Bufang looked quickly. As he moved, he soon saw Zhang Haiming walking towards here not far away. The other party walked slowly and unhurriedly, with joy on his face, as if something good had happened.

Such an expression made Ma Bufang, who was already impatient, even more anxious. In desperation, Ma Bufang pulled out the gun tag on his waist, aimed at Zhang Haiming's feet and shot, and the bullets flew with the howling sound of gunfire. He went out and landed at Zhang Haiming's feet impartially.

Zhang Haiming, who still didn't understand what happened, jumped back out of an instinctive reaction, stared wide-eyed at the still smoking gun hole on the ground, screamed, and went around like a headless chicken." Luan, Ma Bufang sneered and roared. Zhang Haiming, who was completely panicked, looked around for a long time before he straightened his dropped glasses. Patting his chest, he leaned forward in surprise.

When the door was pushed open, Zhang Haiming's face was still ashen, looking at Ma Bufang who was sitting at the table with his legs up and playing with a pistol. His legs seemed to be nailed to the ground. He didn't dare to take a step for a long time. Ma Bufang He snorted disdainfully, raised his head unhurriedly, raised his chin and pointed at the stool in front of him. Zhang Haiming's legs immediately softened, and he held on to the door frame weakly. The forced smile was worse than crying. Unsightly, tremblingly said: "Mr. Ma, you can say anything, can you put that guy away first?"

Ma Bufang, who was sitting opposite, ignored Zhang Haiming's pleading at all. Instead, he raised his gun, pointed the gun at Zhang Haiming and said, "Stop talking nonsense, sit down!"

Zhang Haiming's legs were trembling, he rolled and crawled and came to Ma Bufang, sitting on half of the bench on his buttocks, looked at Ma Bufang shyly and said, "Mr. Ma, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Ma Bufang played with the gun brand in his hand, and said casually: "Yang Wei has already agreed to hand over the right to sell oil."

Hearing this, Zhang Haiming finally broke out in cold sweat, and said with a mournful face: "The reason why you put on such a big posture is to talk about this?"

Zhang Haiming was about to let out a sigh of relief, but Ma Bufang stared and said, "Small matter? Who swore that the right to sell oil was so hard to get?"

Zhang Haiming immediately comprehended what Ma Bufang meant, and hurriedly flattered him: "Mr. Ma is really powerful!"

Ma Bufang said disapprovingly: "What is this? My teacher is going out in person. How dare Yang Wei say 'no'?"

At this time, Ma Bufang was completely absorbed in his self-promotion, and completely forgot the purpose of this trip. Instead, he looked at Zhang Haiming with raised eyebrows and said, "What did you go out so early in the morning?"

"Oh!" Zhang Haiming patted his forehead repeatedly. He originally had good news to tell, but was frightened by Ma Bufang's actions and his mind went blank. In the telegram, Zhang Haiming quickly said with a smile on his face: "If Mr. Ma didn't say it, Zhang would probably have forgotten it! Speaking of this matter, thanks to Mr. Ma who got the right to sell oil so quickly!"

Zhang Haiming, who was overjoyed, only cared about expressing his joy, but Ma Bufang, who was opposite him, was confused and said displeasedly, "What's going on?"

Zhang Haiming sat down firmly, and said triumphantly: "That's right, Zhang has been in touch with oil sales for the past few days. No, he received a telegram this morning, which is a telegram asking us to buy oil."

Ma Bufang snorted out of nowhere and said, "Didn't you say that you have already contacted me?"

Zhang Haiming immediately shook his head and said: "Mr. Ma doesn't know, but this customer is different from the previous customers. First of all, this customer's sales place is located in Urumqi, Xinjiang. Compared with the customers in Shanghai, this customer's geographical location More recently, first of all, you can save a lot of money in transportation costs, and secondly..."

Zhang Haiming deliberately prolonged his tone, and after satisfying Ma Bufang's appetite, he said in a mysterious way: "The second point is also the most important, that is, the price of the other party far exceeds the price of Shanghai!"