Soul of the Siheyuan: Zhuzi, I can still give birth

He Yuzhu naturally also saw the three people following behind.

From the first moment he saw this middle-aged man, he knew that this person was not a good person.

Now that I have been led to a secluded place with a few accomplices, I know that these people want to steal the money I have.

He Yuzhu was in a different space, and he took out a Huanghuali stick, ready to fight back at any time.

After many twists and turns, the middle-aged man led He Yuzhu into a dead end.

He turned and said to He Yuzhu.

"Boy, if you're smart, hand over all the valuables on you, or I'll kill you with a knife!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man took out a bayonet.

The three accomplices behind him also grinned and surrounded He Yuzhu with sticks and daggers.

He Yuzhu looked at the few people, without any further ado, and with a wave of his hand, a Huanghuali wooden stick appeared in his hand.

Then a stick hit the middle-aged man's hand holding the bayonet.

‘click’

A sound of broken bones was heard, and the middle-aged man covered his deformed hand with a scream and fell to the ground wailing.

The other three companions were terrified.

Before they could react, He Yuzhu hit their weapons-wielding hands several times with the wooden stick in his hand.

The three men dropped their weapons in pain.

Then He Yuzhui's wooden stick hit them like raindrops.

"Ouch! Ouch! Brother, brother, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me."

"Master! Master! Stop hitting me. Stop hitting me."

The three men couldn't bear the beating and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

All three of them had a broken hand, and now they were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, covering their broken hands.

He Yuzhu pointed the wooden stick in his hand at the middle-aged man.

"You, kneel down with them."

The middle-aged man got up painfully and knelt beside his three accomplices.

See the ferocious-looking He Yuzhu and the big Huanghuali stick in his hand.

All four of them turned pale.

Half of it was fear, and half of it was pain.

"Tell me, how many times have you done this?"

The thin middle-aged man among the four was obviously the leader.

Hearing He Yuzhu's words, he spoke immediately.

"Master, we've done this kind of thing five or six times, but we've never killed anyone. At most we've just beaten them up."

The few people had no idea where He Yuzhu came from, so they could only tell the truth and say that they had no lives on their hands.

He Yuzhu spread his hands and looked at the few people.

Several people looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

But the thin middle-aged man obediently took out the four small yellow croakers and put them in He Yuzhu's hand.

He Yuzhu doesn't care whether they are involved in a murder or not, he is not a policeman.

"Get lost! Don't let me see you again! Get lost!!"

After hearing this, the four of them crawled away into the night.

He Yuzhu put the Huanghuali wooden stick into the space and shook the four small yellow croakers in his hand.

Gold is cheap in this era, and gold is hard currency at all times.

And he knows that new currency of the RMB will be launched every once in a while.

If you take out a large amount of money to exchange for new currency.

How will you explain the origin of the money then?

Money is money only when it circulates.

If you don't use it, it's just a piece of waste paper.

He knew that everything was sold in this black market.

People like those people just now, who used small yellow croakers as bait to lure people into their trap and then robbed them, are definitely a minority.

There must be quite a few people who can really exchange for small yellow croaker.

After putting the four small yellow croakers into the different space, He Yuzhu continued to wander around the black market.

I paid fifty cents, so if I don’t shop carefully, I will lose money.

When he was at a stall selling industrial tickets, two tall men came over and sandwiched He Yuzhu on both sides.

When He Yuzhu thought that they were accomplices of those people just now, a man with a scar on his face said to He Yuzhu.

"Brother, Master Han wants to see you."

After saying that, the two of them saluted He Yuzhu and made a gesture of invitation.

He Yuzhu also wanted to meet this Mr. Han and find out who he was.

So he followed the two of them, wandering through the alleys of the black market.

Just when He Yuzhu felt he was about to get dizzy.

The three of them finally stopped in front of a courtyard house.

A man knocked on the door regularly, and it creaked open.

"Please come in, Master Han is inside!"

He Yuzhu looked around the house. It was brightly lit and didn't look like a shady shop.

So I plucked up the courage to go in.

The yard was covered with white snow. An old man with a long beard was sitting under the eaves, with two big men standing behind him, looking at He Yuzhu who walked into the yard.

He Yuzhu stared at the old man, thinking that this should be the so-called Mr. Han Er.

But the momentum is quite strong.

He Yuzhu clasped his fists.

"Mr. Han, right? Zhuzi is polite!"

When Mr. Han saw He Yuzhu like this, he nodded.

This pillar is also sensible.

"Today, I, Zhuzi, have just arrived at your precious place. I don't know how I have offended Mr. Han. Please tell me!"

He Yuzhu continued to say that he felt it was related to those people just now.

really.

Master Han waved his hand.

Four people limped out from the backyard.

They were the same four men who were about to rob him.

"As expected, they are in the same group. What should we do next? ! "

Looking at the three people who followed the four people out.

Plus the two people behind Mr. Han.

There are also the two people I brought with me, so together there are more than ten people on the other side.

Although I know a little Kung Fu, I can only fight two or three people.

There are ten of them. How do we fight them?

"It seems that I still need to get a gun for self-defense!"

Although I'm not sure.

But his face remained expressionless.

Just as He Yuzhu was thinking about how to escape, the four men knelt in front of Mr. Han.

"Master Han, please spare my life. We have no other choice, but we are definitely only after money, and have never killed anyone."

Mr. Han stood up, rubbed his hands together, and walked to He Yuzhu.

"Zhu Zi, right? These guys are the thugs in this black market. Several people have already suffered from their misfortunes."

"As organizers of the black market, if someone commits illegal acts in our territory, we must educate them."

"But I didn't expect that these guys were so cunning that we haven't caught them yet."

Done.

Master Han patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder and said.

"I didn't expect that you could take care of it all by yourself. You are quite skilled and a real man."

He Yuzhu was not happy, because he saw that several people around Han Erye had taken out knives and were now behind the four people kneeling on the ground.

"Master Han, how are you going to punish them?"

When the four heard He Yuzhu's words, they turned around and saw the knives in the hands of the three people behind them, and they were already scared to death.

He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Master Han smiled.

"As the saying goes, there is no order without rules. If you do something wrong, you must pay the price. Since these people are causing trouble in my territory, they must be taught a lesson."

"Chop off the little fingers of their left hands to teach them a lesson."

The three people behind him raised their knives and were about to attack, but He Yuzhu immediately stopped them.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Han, can you please listen to me?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu was extremely nervous, Han Erye waved his hand and the three men with knives stopped.

The four people kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they almost fainted.

Hearing He Yuzhu call to stop, the four of them looked at him with hope.

"Master Han, I have already broken the hands of the four of them. This can be considered as punishment. I hope Master Han can let them go."

Mr. Han looked at He Yuzhu with a sincere face, thought for a moment, and waved to a few people.

The three men holding knives then put them away, and the four men kneeling on the ground had already collapsed to the ground out of fear.

"Boy, you are brave and loyal. Come inside and sit down."

Mr. Han made a gesture of invitation, and He Yuzhu had no choice but to follow him into the house.

The charcoal stove in the house was burning very brightly, and the room was relatively warm.

"Master Han, you are doing black market business and collecting management fees. Aren't you afraid that the government will liquidate you?"

He Yuzhu asked in a low voice.

He didn't understand why the government didn't come to clean up people like Han Erye.

"Haha, every industry has its reasons for existence. I also know that this is not a long-term solution."

"But what else do you think we can do if we don't do this?"

"I have a lot of people who need to eat and have decent jobs. Who wants to do this job that puts their life on the line?"

Master Han sighed and said to He Yuzhu helplessly.

"That's why I asked someone to invite you here. I wonder where did you get all those supplies?"

After saying this, Mr. Han felt a little regretful.

What he said violated a taboo.

If you come to the black market, you cannot ask the seller about the origin of the items you buy.

That's the rule.

As local tyrants making a living in the black market, Han Erye and his men were not allowed to inquire about it.

"Second Master, it's not that I won't tell you. Although I don't understand the rules of the black market, it's against the rules to ask about the origin of something."

He Yuzhu's words made Mr. Han feel a little embarrassed.

However, He Yuzhu could see that Mr. Han had other ideas.

So He Yuzhu said.

"Second Master, are you thinking...! If you want to do this, I have some ideas."

When Mr. Han heard He Yuzhu's words, his eyes lit up.

If they can get a stable supply of supplies, Han Erye and other local tyrants who make a living in the black market will be able to do so.

Then you won’t be a local bully anymore.

Although they have some interest relations with some local officials.

But being a local boss is not a long-term livelihood.

"I wonder if Brother Zhuzi has a fixed supply?"

Master Han asked anxiously.

He Yuzhu did not answer him, but asked back.

"I wonder how much of the goods you can distribute, Master?"

Master Han thought for a moment and said.

"I have influence in all the black markets and pigeon markets in the entire Forty-Nine City. Because of us, the people of this Forty-Nine City will not starve to death."

"So the government actually turns a blind eye to the black market and the pigeon market. As long as we don't break the law or cause unrest, the government allows us to exist."

He Yuzhu agreed with what Mr. Han said.

The black market and the pigeon market can at least solve the food and drink problems of 20% to 40% of the people.

"Every month I can produce 10,000 catties of flour, 30,000 catties of corn flour, and 2,000 catties of various meats such as chicken, duck, goose, pork, and mutton."

"About 500 kilograms of various fruits. I wonder if Mr. Han can handle it."

Hearing He Yuzhu's words, Mr. Han stood up suddenly.

He was surprised at the ability of the young man in front of him, who actually had so many supplies in his hands.

"Is it safe? I mean open road."

Although it was against the rules, Mr. Han still asked.

With so many supplies, if you take the wrong path, you will end up eating peanuts in no time.

"Don't worry, as long as nothing goes wrong here, there will be no problem with my goods. I just don't know about the price..."

Mr. Han finally spoke about the issue he was most concerned about.

He Yuzhu thought for a while and said.

"I'll give you 80% of the normal market price."

Mr. Han and the people around him were delighted, this was 80% of the market price.

That is to say, he makes a 20% profit, plus the prices in the black market and pigeon market are 20% higher than the normal market price.

Since you don’t need a ticket, it’s normal that it’s 20% more expensive.

"Brother Zhuzi, don't worry. These goods may seem like a lot, but if they are spread out across the black market of the entire Sijiu City, they are actually not that much. I think my brothers can just distribute them separately."

“I don’t know when I can get the goods.”

Mr. Han was afraid that He Yuzhu would go back on his word, so he hurriedly asked He Yuzhu when the goods would be available.

He Yuzhu thought for a while.

"Any time is fine, but I need a warehouse, a warehouse that no one knows about. I'll put the goods in there, and then you find someone to pick them up. We'll pay for them and get the goods."

"I'll give you 8,500 yuan for each product at market price, minus 20% of your profit, and the payment will be 6,800 yuan per month. How about that?"

Master Han's heart was pounding.

My profit is more than 3,000 yuan a month.

If we spread it out, every brother can get at least twenty yuan every month.

"Hahaha... Brother Zhuzi, I'll be responsible for finding the warehouse for you. Don't worry, no one will disturb you except when you go to get the goods."

"As for the payment, give me a few days. I need to get it together. It's a bit difficult to come up with several thousand dollars all of a sudden."

Master Han said a little embarrassedly.

Six thousand eight hundred yuan.

It is true that most people cannot bear it.

"How about this, we settle the payment once a month. When you pick up the goods next month, you can settle the payment for last month. How about that?"

He Yuzhu felt that Mr. Han was a good person. He was ruthless but loyal, and he cared a lot about his brothers.

Mr. Han bowed to He Yuzhu with gratitude and said thank you.

Then Mr. Han found someone to take He Yuzhu to a secret warehouse, which was where the supplies would be stored in the future.

This is Mr. Han's territory, no one dares to come here and make trouble.

He Yuzhu said to the man who brought him here.

"Go back and tell the Second Master that the supplies will be delivered tomorrow, and ask him to send someone to pick them up the day after tomorrow."

The man nodded, said goodbye, and left.

He Yuzhu used the key to open the door, and inside was indeed a huge abandoned warehouse.

Because there was no place to put the supplies, such as flour bags or rice bags, at least they could not be placed on the ground.

He Yuzhu went back to Mr. Han and asked him to get some bags to pack things in the warehouse so that he could also store the supplies in the warehouse.

Master Han nodded and said that he would give the order immediately and everything would be ready by tomorrow morning.

He Yuzhu said goodbye to Mr. Han Erye. Not long after he left the house, the four people whose hands were broken by He Yuzhu suddenly came out, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to He Yuzhu.

"Thank you for saving us, my good man. If you need us in the future, come to Bantan Lane to find Dongzi. We will go through fire and water for you."

The four of them kowtowed to He Yuzhu and stood up to leave?

He Yuzhu called them.

"How are you going to make a living in the future? Are you still doing that?"

The four of them shook their heads.

"We don't do this anymore. We have no other choice but to do this. We know it's not a long-term solution, but we have no choice but to make a living."

He Yuzhu thought about it, took out a wad of money and threw it to them.

"Go to the hospital and get your hand treated first. Once it's healed, if you want to hang out with me, just come to the steel mill to find me, or go to the security department to find He Yuzhu."

After saying that, He Yuzhu left.

The four of them kowtowed to He Yuzhu with tears in their eyes.

I don’t know if these tears were because of the loss of the four small yellow croakers or because of gratitude to He Yuzhu.

Now with the help of Mr. Han, there will be a way out for the things in my own space.

As for Li Huaide, let him wait for a while, otherwise he will think it is too easy and will ask you for help when he has problems in the future, which will keep him busy.

I just want to be a salted fish.