Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 129

2022-03-09

Chapter 129 Fishing

"Come in and have a good chat?"

The Boss showed a business smile and opened his eyes Arm tried to give the messenger a hug, but was refused.

“If you want to talk, talk about it quickly, don’t waste my time.”

“It’s good, let’s talk about business first.”

as the saying goes well , Money can make ghosts run the mill, and after receiving the money, Boss made a 180-degree turn in his attitude towards the two.

Enthusiastic enough that Jin Ping'an thought he was dreaming.

The two followed the Boss into the back room and followed the stairs to the basement.

"Sorry, brother, I don't have anything good here, so I'll give it a shot."

The Boss poured a glass of beer for the messenger, and then another for Jin Ping'an.

Jin Ping'an's face was tangled, he didn't expect to have it himself, you must know that when he came over not long ago, the Boss had someone beat him up, but now it's like nothing.

In fact, this is the reality of the black zone.

Especially when Boss's business is not very good, giving money is his own father.

Most people think that it must be very profitable to open a tattoo shop in the black area, after all, there are so many people who need tattoos.

If you have this idea, it can only be said that it is too naive.

Don't think he doesn't need money to run a tattoo parlour.

It is true that tattoos are very profitable, ranging from several hundred to several thousand per order.

Just do one or two orders a day, and you can make a lot of money in a month.

But what about the real situation?

If you want to open a store in this kind of place, you can't get along unless you have a hard enough idea.

Otherwise, they won't pay the final payment after the tattoo, what can you do?

Even if you worship the top of the mountain, there will still be people who will come over to fight for white strips, and the overwhelming majority are all the subordinates of the top of the mountain you worship.

If you can't get cash by playing the white paper, you have to pay a protection fee to the backer every month.

Sometimes the poor can't open the pot, and they ask their backers for money with white strips. People directly say that this month's protection fee is not needed, and it should be used to offset the tattoo money of their subordinates.

If the amount is too large, the protection fee will not be covered, and you don't even think about it.

Backer will also ask you to help him with a bunch of 'chores' before 'reluctantly' to collect the bills for you.

In the end, you will find that you have opened a tattoo shop for half a year without earning a penny, and have been used as free labor by others.

Want to resist?

When more than a dozen burly men go to that station, their confidence will be 90% gone in an instant.

So some people appear to be tattoo artists, but in fact they come to Jiuhua Outer City to beg for food by helping others with chores.

Not just in tattoos, but in many industries.

This is the real situation on the road, don't expect there will be the bloody brotherhood or happy rivers and lakes in the movie, some are just the real world of weak are prey to the strong.

In addition, the rise of new tattoo stickers has further squeezed the living space of tattoo parlors.

The real veterans have tattoos on their bodies for a long time. Most of the newcomers prefer easy-to-wash tattoo stickers, and they are happy with their tattoos.

This also indirectly leads to the worsening of the business of tattoo parlors.

So after Boss saw the banknotes in the envelope, he hurriedly took the two to the basement without saying a word.

No way, poor.

"Since you are so anxious, brother, why don't you talk about what business it is?"

Boss each minding their own business held up a beer, raised a glass to the two of them, and then took the lead. Take a sip.

Jin Ping'an saw the other party toasting, and just as he was about to pick up the cup, he was stopped by the messenger: "I heard that there are many people with tattoos like you, so I wanted to ask, have you met? Over this person."

The messenger took out the previous sketch of Jin Ping'an and pushed it over.

"Dude, I'm not interested in this, and you know what's going to happen if you don't speak up in our line of work."

The Boss just glanced back and looked away.

He took another sip of wine, and said mysteriously, "But for the sake of the deposit, I'll make an exception to let you know. This person has indeed been in the store, but I don't know him. ."

The messenger coldly snorted: "Do you still want this money?"

Judging from the Boss's micro-expression reaction when he saw the portrait and tattoo, Boss must know this person's.

Without systematic training, it is difficult for humans to control the neural responses of their facial muscles.

For example, when the police interrogate a prisoner, if the police guess something wrong, the prisoner will subconsciously show a mocking expression. This expression is very short, even less than 0.5 seconds.

Only those with strong observation and memory can capture it.

Hearing about the deposit made by the messenger, the Boss was instantly unhappy: "I can't lie to you, I really don't know this person."

"I don't know this person. ."

The messenger bends forward and puts his hands together: "Then you always know the person around him?"

The Boss said he didn't know this person, but he saw the photo Shi's expression was obviously wrong. Even if he really didn't know him, he must have understood something, and Impossible didn't know it at all.

"Brother, you are embarrassing Old Brother, I really don't know the details of this man."

Boss took a sip of wine: "However, I can introduce you to two people who may know him."

"Tell me about it." The messenger was said in a tranquil voice.

"It can be said, but people are not good at it. If I find me later, I will not be able to do anything."

Boss put down his cup and stared directly at the messenger: "So...you have to pay more."

"Forget it, since you don't want to do this business, then return the deposit to me."

The messenger heard that the extra money was requested. , making a gesture of rushing to refund.

The Boss immediately turned his face when he heard that the courier wanted to withdraw the deposit.

He took out a machete from the sofa under his ass and pointed at the messenger: "What place do you think I am? Come and leave if you want, I'll give you a face, right! ”

Hooked.

The messenger's face was calm.

Next to Jin Ping'an, he couldn't sit still. He flicked up and said with his mobile phone, "Put the knife down, or else..."

"What if you don't? Call the police? You try to call the police! Don't think you are some kind of bullshit consultant and I won't dare to touch you!"

The Boss pointed a knife at Jin Ping'an and walked around from the opposite side of the table.

But Jin Ping'an is not a coward. He really took his mobile phone to make a call, and by the way he picked up a broom to resist.

But before the call was made, the messenger grabbed the phone and hung up.

He wanted to say something, but the messenger pressed his shoulders and said, "Calm down, we're not here to provoke trouble."

The messenger slowly stepped back while pressing Jin Ping'an's shoulder, While keeping a distance from the knife-wielding Boss, moved towards the stairs.

Seeing this, the Boss spat and shouted, "Bah, get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

Wait until the two of them retreated to the top of the stairs and walked away from him. After his eyes disappeared, Boss grinned and sat down on the sofa again to count the money in the envelope.

The messenger dragged Jin Ping'an to the entrance of the stairs.

ka-cha.

He locked the door leading to the ground with his backhand, and inserted the latch coldly instructed: "You stay here and block the door, so that the two above will not come down."

"In the black zone, we must use black methods to solve the problem."

The messenger took out a pistol from his waist and opened the insurance. Said with a sneer: "Since he did not follow the rules and blackened the deposit, then don't blame me for being impolite."

After that, Jin Ping'an, who was stunned, went downstairs.

At this time, Boss was still counting money on the sofa, unaware that the danger was approaching.

(end of this chapter)