The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Chapter 71
Jiang Chen closed the accounting book, raised his head, and said under Zhang Chunxi's expectant gaze, "I'm hungry."

"..."

Zhang Chunxi couldn't wait any longer, and grabbed his collar, "I'm so hungry, tell me quickly, how much is it!?"

Jiang Chen smiled and made a five sign.

Zhang Chunxi took a deep breath, "My son?"

"I give up my son."

"You R you, true or false, don't lie to me."

Jiang Chen nodded, with a smile overflowing from his brows and eyes, his handsome and delicate face showed a kind of ease and laziness that he had never seen before.

A month ago, no, a week ago, he would never have dreamed that he would achieve such success.

The air seems to be sweet, everything is so pleasing to the eye, and life becomes better.

"Mouse, what do you most want to do now?"

At night, the two of them lay in bed, neither of them could fall asleep.

The feeling of getting rich suddenly made it difficult for the two of them to calm down.

Jiang Chen stared straight at the top of his head with black eyes, and remained silent for a while.

In the past, Zhang Chunxi always liked to ask him what he wanted to do when he was rich.

It was his previous idea to buy a bicycle for his sister and a big house for his mother so that they could live a good life.

But today, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to see her, and wanted her to know that he sold five thousand a day.

She should be happy for him, right?
He could imagine her smile, her eyes curved into crescent moons, two small pear dimples on her cheeks, her lips curled into a smile, revealing her beautiful white teeth.

It is more beautiful than the roses planted in the garden of the community.

Ruan Qingqing, who didn't know that she was being missed by someone, was still staying up all night fighting. Of course, she was not alone, the entire corridor of the girls' dormitory was full of people, and the dormitory inspector who was patrolling passed by as if she couldn't see it.

"Ah!"

A gust of cool wind blew by, and Ruan sneezed lightly or twice, causing dissatisfaction from others, and she quickly covered her nose.

Ding Xiaobai next to her whispered to remind her to go back to the dormitory and add clothes.

Ruan Qing returned to the dormitory lightly.

It's the end of September now, it's hot in the daytime and cool in the morning and evening. She's already wearing a knitted jacket, but she still can't resist the coolness at night.

I wore a sports jacket over the knitted jacket, and finally felt warm, but I felt a little sleepy.

Ruan lightly took out the cooling oil from the pillow, and rubbed it on his temples, thinking about the happy days at home.

At this time, her father must have gone to bed already.

I don't know how Jiang Chen and Zhang Chunxi's clothes are selling.

After applying the cooling oil, Ruan gently returned to the aisle and continued to work hard.

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After breakfast, Zhang Chunxi accompanied Jiang Chen to send yesterday's payment to the garment factory.

In the past, Jiang Chen went to the garment factory alone to pay the bill, but this time there was too much money and he was afraid that the road would be unsafe, so Zhang Chunxi accompanied him.

Because of Ruan Dahai's relationship, the accountant Yang Wenzhong also took special care of Jiang Chen. When he learned that he sold more than 5000 yuan a day, he was pleasantly surprised and praised Jiang Chen.

"Xiaojiang, you can do it. Your sales this month have surpassed the old salesmen in the factory. Why don't you come into the factory to do business."

Zhang Chunxi took the words casually, "How much can a salesman earn a month?"

"It all depends on one's ability. The more you list, the more you will achieve. There will be dividends and bonuses at the end of the year."

After knowing the commission point of the salesman, Zhang Chunxi suddenly lost interest.

The salesman's commission is 1.5, and the order of 150 can only get [-]. With the basic salary and subsidies, it is less than [-] a month.

He sold almost [-] in sales in a few days, and earned a small [-]. He and Jiang Chen, each of them were divided into at least [-] or [-]. Isn't it much more than a salesman?
However, Jiang Chen thought differently.

They can sell such high sales these days, half of it is luck, and the other half is because they sell cheaply.

But the quantity of defective goods is limited, and they will be gone when they are sold out, so he has to find a way out.

He also thought about cooperating with other garment factories, but in this case, they need to spend a lot of money to get the goods in the early stage. As for whether the goods can be sold and whether they can make money, the risks are all borne by them.

After listening to Jiang Chen's analysis, Zhang Chunxi also realized that he was dazzled by the short-term success.

"Mice, I'll listen to you, do whatever you say."

After some discussion, the two decided to treat selling goods as a sideline business and set up a stall in the night market at night. The salesman's work was their main business and they ran during the day.

However, Jiang Chen was not in a hurry to find Ruan Dahai to express his intention to enter the factory. He planned to sell out the batch of goods in his hand first, and present a beautiful result as a nomination certificate.

Before that, he first went to Jiang Qin to settle the rent in arrears.

A rent of tens of yuan is nothing in Jiang Qin's eyes. She is a well-known renter, with several houses and shops under her name, as well as two mahjong parlors. She easily earns over ten thousand a year.

If you want to ask why the gap between the rich and the poor is so large, is it because Father Jiang gambled away all the family property in his hand and owed a lot of debts.

Jiang Qin was still thinking about the good luck that Jiang Chen helped her win five games in a row last time, so she wanted Jiang Chen to help her come back.

Jiang Chen didn't refuse, but he was unlucky today. He lost two hands in a row as soon as he came to the table, which made Jiang Qin scold her mother in anger, but made the poker friends at the same table laugh from ear to ear. He wished Jiang Chen could continue playing. Qin quit, pulled Jiang Chen away with a bad face, and reminded him not to forget to pay next quarter's rent.

After coming out of the mahjong parlor, Jiang Chen came to the bus stop and was about to take the bus back when he accidentally saw a familiar van parked across the street.

He subconsciously raised his feet and walked across the street, but because he was too anxious to pay attention to the road, he was almost hit by a taxi.

The taxi probe was about to curse, but Jiang Chen stopped him with a word.

"I'll take a taxi."

"... If you want, get in the car."

I followed the van all the way to drive more than half of the city, and the taxi fare alone cost more than 30, but Jiang Chen didn't feel bad at all.

Because he finally found the lair of the van.

This is a local old-fashioned food factory. Jiang Chen asked the old man who sold newspapers on the street and confirmed that the van belonged to this food factory.

He squatted at the intersection diagonally opposite the food factory, and kept watch from noon until dusk, and finally waited for Huang Mao who was driving the van.

Perhaps because of getting off work, Huang Mao didn't drive away in a van, but rode a semi-old bicycle, rattling all the way.

Jiang Chen ran and followed, and followed Huang Mao to a billiards room.

Looking at the name of the billiards room, coincidentally, it was opened by Liu Qiang. Seeing that Huang Mao greeted one of Liu Qiang's men familiarly and played billiards together, Jiang Chen turned and left.

When he got home, Zhang Chunxi didn't bother to ask Jiang Chen what he had been doing all day. Instead, he happily dragged him to the shed to look at the newly bought bicycle.

A second-hand Erba Dagang.

Zhang Chunxi patted the seat cushion proudly, "It cost a hundred and twenty, how is it?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Not bad."

Zhang Chunxi squeezed the bell, and hearing the melodious sound of the bell, said longingly: "When I buy it next time, I will buy a car that doesn't need to be pedaled by myself."

Jiang Chen was silent, "Fatty."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I found the guy who hit us."

Zhang Chunxi's face darkened, "Really? Where is it?"

Jiang Chen gave an address, and Zhang Chunxi immediately wanted to copy the guy to find that person to settle accounts, but was stopped by Jiang Chen.

(End of this chapter)