assistirfilmes Chapter 146: Chapter 145: "Ten million, quite a lot.
Chapter 146: Chapter 145: "Ten million, quite a lot.
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"Phew..."
The boss took a deep breath, slowly slumped into his chair, and lit a cigarette which he brought to his lips before slowly closing his eyes.
At this moment, he had no way out.
He had pushed himself onto the gambling table.
Win, and the rest of his life would be smooth sailing.
Lose, and suicide would be his only destination.
...
"That guy won't plan to quickly sell off that batch of goods within these three days and then use the money to play tricks on you, Miao?"
The Hungry Monkey muttered as he walked out of Haina Supernatural Store.
"Perhaps."
Chen Miao, leaning on a cane, walked toward the Seventh District and laughed lightly, "But what of it? One of the first lessons in business is to 'get something for nothing.' When I was doing business in the past, I often sold to customers without even a product, let alone a sample, and then used the customers' money to make the product."
"Give someone else a chance."
"I find that boss quite interesting, and he fights hard. I really want to see if he can make it."
"Let's go. 20 million should be enough."
"The brothers have worked hard these days. Take them for a good meal, buy a few cars, then go to the club and splurge a little, as a reward for the brothers."
"Oh, right—"
Suddenly he thought of something and turned his head to look at Yuan Buping and the group behind him, "Which one of you is Wen?"
"Miao, I'm Wen."
A young man in a black suit, looking somewhat apprehensive, stepped forward. He had never spoken directly with Miao and was confused about why his name was suddenly called out. Pathetically, his legs began to tremble.
"You're Wen?"
Chen Miao sized up Wen, who appeared somewhat refined with his glasses, and patted his shoulder with a smile, "Yuan Buping told me, you fought hard the night before last, always at the forefront, and you got quite injured?"
"How are the injuries? Are you okay?"
Standing next to Chen Miao, Yuan Buping was momentarily stunned; he hadn't expected Miao to remember the casual remark he made.
"Ah?"
Wen stood frozen, then suddenly realized and, looking gratefully at Yuan Buping, puffed up his chest and excitedly proclaimed, "Reporting back to Miao, some minor injuries are of no consequence. You've done so much for us these days, Miao. If I didn't do anything, it would feel like I was taking advantage for nothing. I couldn't reconcile that in my heart."
"A few small wounds count for little. Yuan has already taken me for treatment."
"Hmm."
Chen Miao smiled and nodded, then took out the Hidden Job Transfer Book for Sharpshooter from his pocket and handed it over, "See if you like this occupation. Though it's not the fighter you prefer, it can be very useful in many situations."
He ultimately hadn't sold that book.
Because he suddenly realized that although he didn't need the item, he could give it to his people instead, making it convenient for any future assassinations.
"This..."
Wen looked at the Hidden Job Transfer Book for Sharpshooter in his hands, his face alight with excitement, and yelled, "I love it, thank you Miao!"
"Tsk."
The Hungry Monkey, standing to the side, laughed and clicked his tongue, "That was quick. Not even a hint of reluctance."
"Hehe."
Wen stood behind the others, chuckling foolishly, looking down at the Hidden Job Transfer Book for Sharpshooter in his hands. Unlike the others, he had always wanted to become a gunman, and now he even had a Hidden Occupation book for it, which completely satisfied him.
And his own ship would rise with the tide.
"Hehe."
Zhou Shen couldn't help but chuckle as he flipped through the files, humming a tune to himself in his office, feeling extremely comfortable and carefree.
And just then—
With a knock on the door, his secretary entered, "Director Zhou, someone named Wang Haina is requesting to see you outside. He says he's from Sanshui and doesn't have an appointment, but insists you would definitely meet with him."
"Wang Haina? Sanshui?"
Zhou Shen slightly furrowed his brow. Wasn't Sanshui Chen Miao? Chen Miao wouldn't need to send someone like this; he could just notify him through his smartwatch. Although he was puzzled, he calmly sorted the documents on his desk and waved his hand, "Let him in."
"Yes, Director."
...
Soon—
A somewhat overweight middle-aged man entered the office with a broad smile plastered on his face. As soon as he entered the office, he stretched out his hands and strode towards Zhou Shen, his face full of ingratiating smiles, "Uh, Director Zhou, it's an honor to meet you after hearing so much about you. It's truly my privilege to see you in person."
"You may not know me, Director Zhou. My name is Wang Haina; I own Haina Supernatural Store. Miao and I have had quite a few collaborations, and I went to the trouble of asking Miao to call you."
As soon as he walked in.
Wang Haina made sure to show a very humble attitude.
Zhou Shen nodded thoughtfully, and before saying anything else, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him offering an anonymous savings card, which made him laugh, "What's this for, coming in and doing this sort of thing?"
"You're that bold?"
"What do you mean, 'doing this sort of thing.'" Wang Haina feigned dissatisfaction, "Director Zhou, you've given me such a great honor today. Wouldn't I be inhuman not to show my gratitude?"
"That was out of respect for Miao."
Zhou Shen didn't bother hiding his connection with Miao, unlike some who feared people knowing they were linked too closely to a certain power. He was different; he wanted everyone to know he was in with Miao.
"No matter who it's for, if I've benefited, I've definitely got to show my gratitude."
Zhou Shen just smiled and didn't say a word, pushing the savings card back without intending to accept it. He just kept staring at Wang Haina, waiting for him to continue.
Made a bit nervous by Zhou Shen's stare, Wang Haina hesitated for a moment before saying somewhat sheepishly, "Well... Director Zhou, there is actually another matter I need to trouble you with."
"I plan to have an auction in three days."
"The venue has been selected, but there are many formalities that won't be completed in such a short time; for instance, the auction license, fire safety certificate, and so on. Following the normal procedures, it would take at least three months to handle, and I—"
"Then you just follow the regular procedures," Zhou Shen said calmly, "If everyone wants to take shortcuts, how can we maintain a stable society? Moreover, you've approached the wrong place of worship, this is the Events Bureau."
"The Events Bureau can't deal with those matters; you need to go to the Business Bureau."
"Thud."
Without any hesitation, Wang Haina immediately knelt on the floor and kowtowed, "Director Zhou, Miao has given me a batch of goods, and I'm supposed to pay him 58 million in three days. If this auction doesn't happen, I simply won't have the money."
"There's 5 million in the card. I know these matters are but a word away for you, Director. If you help me, I'll give you another 10 million afterward."
"10 million, that's quite a lot."
However, Zhou Shen wasn't interested in this at all. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the kneeling Wang Haina, speaking softly, "58 million to Miao in three days? Then that means you're holding the goods right now?"
"They're with me."
"..."
After sitting in silence in his chair for a while, Zhou Shen suddenly stood up and helped Wang Haina to his feet, saying with a laugh, "Brother Wang, please get up, the floor is cold. We can talk things over slowly."
Initially, he had looked down on a mere shopkeeper.
But since Miao had entrusted such valuable goods entirely to this man, without even taking the money first, Zhou Shen had to reconsider the relationship between this man and Miao.
It seemed it wasn't just a matter of having done business a few times.