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Chapter 23 Closure Crisis 2
  But Zhao Shaokang has never treated his brother badly. The waste recycling station earned a few hundred yuan from the beginning, and now he can earn 800 or 1000 yuan a month. The money they earned has always been split -.

In the past two years, the Song family has been particularly in need of this considerable income.

Zhao Shaokang was a big help and was kind to the Song family.

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but regret, asking for 3000 yuan yesterday.

It was true that the relationship between the two families was unclear at the time.

Now I can only do my best to help him run the stall, and I will just find a reason not to accept the money when the time comes.

Just listen to Song Xiaoran add: "If it is the first type, it is malicious price competition, which is too easy to deal with. We can even supply him with 2 yuan 6 and sell it for 2 yuan 2, adding fuel to the fire. Let him die quickly."

"But if it's the second type, and this bald king has a connection with the steel factory, and the joint steel factory wants to kill us, it will be more difficult to handle."

“Small traders and hawkers like us, who rely on steel mills to make a living, naturally cannot compete with steel mills.”

After listening to Song Xiaoran's analysis, Zhao Shaokang and Song Ximing's expressions became even colder.

Zhao Shaokang took a few more puffs from his cigarette, threw it to the ground and stamped it out, then said in a deep voice, "Then just bear with it. At worst, we won't be working in this waste recycling station anymore."

"Endure?" Song Ximing, who had seen Zhao Shaokang's fierce look several times, was also shocked and could not imagine that this word came out of his mouth.

"Your sister is right. If you win, you will go to jail, if you lose, you will be hospitalized."

Zhao Shaokang closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked firmly at Song Ximing,

"That old boy is really useless and we can't solve the problem. We have to endure it. My mother, my sister. Your father, your mother, your sister, we have to endure it for them. We don't have to do this business, we can think of other ways. We brothers will not starve to death. A gentleman's revenge is never too late."

Zhao Shaokang seemed to squeeze the last few words out from between his teeth.

Song Ximing was silent.

Song Xiaoran looked at Zhao Shaokang with a look of distress and admiration.

She could hear how unwilling he was. Yes, the hard work he had put in over the past few years, his monthly income, which was not low, was all gone when he was unfairly suppressed.

Who wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with this?

For people like Zhao Shaokang, it is easy to take revenge, but it does take greater courage and responsibility to endure it!

[Besides closing the door, is there no other solution? 】

【What is actually happening? According to the brothers, isn't the Bald King just a lost dog? How could he unite the steel mills? Wait, the Bald King’s original name seems to be Wang Gensheng! Um? correct. I remember now. This man was originally a scrap collector. Later, he relied on his sister to rise to the top, hooked up with the senior management of the steel factory, and made a lot of money by monopolizing the supply of scrap steel. Later, he invested in real estate and made a lot of money... Isn't it this Wang Gensheng? Later Wang Dong, a well-known entrepreneur in Wangjing! ! 】

Song Ximing, "!!!"

Here again, here again!

The more Song Ximing listened, the more confused he became. He could no longer figure out whether his sister was making assumptions or predicting the future.

However, the conjecture is too specific.

Song Ximing felt that there was something wrong with his brain!
  Because he felt that his sister had the ability to predict the future, rather than just making assumptions!
  "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Song Xiaoran saw that his brother's expression was not right, and thought it was because he was worried about his scrap recycling station that was about to go bankrupt, so he comforted him with kind words, "Brother, don't worry. I will find a way to prevent you from letting go." The scrap collection depot is closed!”

[The steel factory is controlled by Liu Xiuwen and his family. It is impossible for me to ask Liu Xiuwen for help. But maybe I can ask Lao Song to come forward and solve the problem. At most, I was ridiculed by Liu Xiuwen and then went home to ask for help, which was spineless. There won’t be any missing pieces of meat anyway. 】

Song Ximing's face turned the color of pig liver after hearing his sister's voice.

He didn't want his sister to beg that family because of his own affairs, especially her adoptive mother Liu Xiuwen who had been stabbed a thousand times!
  At this moment, how much he wanted to say, "Sister, don't go, don't beg them. We would rather not have this buying station than let you be wronged."

But this scrap collection station is not only his own, it is mainly Yasuko's hard work.

Yasuko has never been kind to herself and her family over the years. He couldn't say it for Kangzi.

He couldn't say it.

All he can do is that if the problem of the acquisition station is really solved, he will completely withdraw from it, never get involved in it, and never take money from it again.

"Huh, save me. Who said I need your help?"

I saw Zhao Shaokang suddenly facing Song Xiaoran, his tone was particularly cold,
  "I won't do this scrap collection station anymore."

【You are still very arrogant! Who was feeling so uncomfortable just now? 】

Song Xiaoran thought that he didn't trust her to have a solution, so she opened her mouth to explain:
  "I really have a way. I can go..."

Zhao Shaokang interrupted savagely: "If I say I won't do it, I won't do it! Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Song Xiaoran was so angry: "You are really a dog biting Lu Dongbin!"

Zhao Shaokang said without hesitation: "Just bite it, how about it?"

Song Xiaoran was completely helpless in the face of this quarrel where he took the initiative to recognize the dog: "You, you!"

Zhao Shaokang said coldly: "What are you doing? If you have that time, you might as well think about how to set up a stall to sell clothes."

Song Xiaoran said angrily: "I have already planned it! Anyway, you don't like to do this business of collecting rags, so you can follow me to sort out the clothes inventory now!"

"Okay, I want to see how you can sell 3000 yuan more! If you dare to mess around..."

"Just wait and see!"

After saying that, Song Xiaoran sulked and walked in front, followed by Zhao Shaokang. Although his tone was cold, he had a successful smile on his face.

At this time, Song Ximing didn't know what Zhao Shaokang was doing. He just wanted to make his sister angry on purpose!
  Zhao Shaokang has been doing business with the steel factory for so long, so he naturally knows that the steel factory's surname is Liu.

Moreover, the relationship between his sister and her adoptive mother was also told to him yesterday.

He was afraid that his refusal would hurt his sister's face, so he deliberately adopted a bad attitude so that his sister would not ask her adoptive mother for them.

My brother really has nothing to say to me!
  Damn it, my sister couldn’t really have said it right!

Song Ximing's legs trembled in fear, as if he had encountered something terrible.

The three of them locked the gate directly and rode two carts to the small rented warehouse next to the night market on Heping Road in a blink of an eye.

There are still 3 hours left to prepare the night market stalls, so now we have to sort out the inventory.

Song Xiaoran glanced at the messy warehouse and gave instructions:

"You two sort out these shirts and pants first. Put the men's shirts on the left and the women's on the right."

"Okay...sister, do you think this is men's clothing or women's clothing?"

"Neutral styles are considered women's clothing for me, and they are placed on the right side."

"it is good."

"The clothes of the season, especially the short-sleeved skirts, are sorted out by me individually."

(End of this chapter)