The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

My brother skillfully made a small stir-fried meat with the meat prepared by my mother-in-law. There was really not enough meat, and if it was stewed, there would not be many pieces. If it was made into a small stir-fried meat, people would pick up more chopsticks, and the oil squeezed out would also make the next pot of vegetarian dishes more flavorful.

As for the peanuts, I couldn’t bear to fry them in oil, so I just boiled them and added a little salt to make them taste better.

"Mom, Dacheng, it's time to eat~" Dai Di carefully brought the dishes to the table and poured wine for her man.

Fan Dacheng came out with droopy eyelids, yawning, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. "This is the only dish. Mom, I, your son, will have plenty of money to take home in the future. Please at least let me eat something good. If I don't eat well, I won't have the energy to do anything and it might delay things. It won't be worth it then."

Although he said this, Fan Dacheng's hands were not slow. He picked up one third of the meat on the plate with one chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth without thinking.

"I see. Mother is just thinking of saving more money for you so that she can buy a woman to give birth to a son for you. If your brother wasn't so useless, this money wouldn't have to be spent." Mrs. Fan saw that her son had been married for so many years, but he only had a few useless girls. How could she not be anxious?

If the Fan family was destroyed by her son, she would not dare to face the ancestors of the Fan family even after her death.

"That's right. I must have a son to take care of me in my old age." When Fan Dacheng said this, he looked with disdain at his younger brother who was eating obediently and didn't dare to take any meat or vegetables or even peanuts.

He made a very bad choice by marrying this daughter-in-law.

Fan Dacheng took a sip of his wine, narrowed his eyes, which were not big to begin with, and thought about what he had done recently, and gave a slightly obscene chuckle.

"Mom, you should eat what you need from now on. It's just a matter of having a woman give birth to a child. I have a good way that doesn't cost any money. Maybe I can even save their lives!"

"Oh, there is such a good thing! Son, you have to do more good deeds like this." Mrs. Fan slapped her thigh and smiled happily. She was not a fool to live so long and settle down in Shanghai with her son. She could understand the meaning of her son's words and guessed what he was doing now.

However, in this world, as long as you can make money, it's fine. Mrs. Fan doesn't care whether it's immoral or not. You know, she is a ruthless person who can drown her own granddaughter with her own hands. For her, if other women can bring benefits to her family, it means that her son is capable.

As for whether those women would have a miserable life in the future or not, or whether they would survive, Mrs. Fan didn't care at all. That was their fate, and no one could blame them.

Dai Di had been listening to Fan Dacheng and his mother-in-law talking with his head down, and he had some guesses in his mind after hearing this. There were free women willing to help give birth, and they said that they saved the other person's life. What Fan Dacheng was doing now was most likely related to trafficking in women.

Just like what Mrs. Fan thought, Dai Di didn't care about the fate of those women. She cared more about whether her own life was good.

This point needs to be explained. If there is something going on in a family, ordinary people cannot hide it. Although it was not clearly stated, Mrs. Fan and Daidi knew what Fan Dacheng was doing.

After Fan Dacheng had eaten and drunk his fill, he went back to his room to sleep. They didn't dare to rob people in broad daylight, so they had to wait until night to be safe.

Night soon came, and Fan Dacheng and a few brothers he had brought with him hid in a dark alley.

"Hiss~ It's really cold today." A man with shifty eyes shrank his head and glanced at the street outside where only a few passers-by were, and couldn't help but complain.

"Oh~ How much can we earn like this? Last time I spent a long time waiting for one, and after I sent it to her, she complained that she was too old and not good-looking." A tall and thin man who took a breath from time to time couldn't help but complain.

"That's right, Brother Fan, let's do something big. These prostitutes are not good stuff and can't be sold at a high price!"

Fan Dacheng slapped the man who said this, "Don't I want to make money? Don't you see, those bitches with a little reputation all have backers. If we really touch them, who among us do you think will survive?"

"Or are you just going to make a quick buck and run away?" Fan Dacheng was ready to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. He knew that a good piece of shit could earn them more than what they could earn by waiting for a month or two.

"Hey, big brother. I'm not wrong. The brave ones will die of overeating while the timid ones will die of starvation. You see, there are fewer and fewer women who dare to do private work recently. We haven't been open for business for several days."

This is true. Although Fan Dacheng is a bad guy, he is not stupid. He targets prostitutes who dare to work privately. These prostitutes are considered the lowest class. In order to make more money and pay less to the madam, they often hide their money from their superiors and think of ways to do business.

Such secret prostitutes are no longer protected by the madams in the place, and if something happens to them, no one will care or ask. It is not uncommon for them to not receive money or even be trafficked again by the other party.

(Real historical knowledge: prostitution was very prevalent during the Republic of China. There were 120,000 prostitutes in Shanghai alone. If you randomly pick a red-willow street in Shanghai, you can find more than 700 prostitutes. Of course, this is the number recorded, not to mention the unrecorded ones. You should know that most prostitutes did not get much pay. With the layers of exploitation by the madams and the blatant taxation by the government, many of them were just barely able to survive.)

Fan Dacheng looked at the increasingly deserted streets, took out a pack of unformed cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and thought of his superiors' disdain for them.

"Let me think about it. Let me think about it~" Fan Dacheng took a puff of cheap cigarette, thought of Mrs. Fan's expectations of him, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

"That's it. I'm tired of sitting here in the cold all day long."

Hearing Fan Dacheng's words, the other men all smiled. If Fan Dacheng was not the only one who knew the clues of how the higher-ups were recruiting people, they would not have followed Fan Dacheng, the coward, so obediently!

They didn't know anything else, they only knew that the other party seemed to be very capable, and as long as they sent the person over, they could get the money, and there would be no trouble afterwards.

Now that the decision had been made, Fan Dacheng immediately disbanded the small team of motley crowd, and everyone left to wait and see at the gate of the big place tomorrow.

The men who left were in good moods. Some went to the casino to play a few games, some went to the opium den to enjoy themselves, and there was even a man who strolled directly to the brothel not far away to have some fun.