Chapter 257 Agreement Reached (tushumi.cc)

In the blink of an eye, the remnants of One-Eyed Dragon's gang were completely subdued. A group of men collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly. After all, they were already panicked without their leader, and then they were attacked by a group of menacing people. Their reactions were slow, and they were beaten very miserably. Thinking that although they had obeyed orders in the past, they had also suppressed Master Xin, their hearts sank even further.

At this moment, Master Xin smiled and found a chair for Zhu Fanfan to sit on. Then, he said smugly to the people below, "This is our new boss. You can call him Boss Mo. Now, I'm giving you a chance. If you submit to Boss Mo, we'll forgive you for what you did. Our boss has a wide network of connections and is never short of supplies. From now on, you'll live a life of luxury following him. If you don't submit, then I'm sorry, but none of you will be leaving this room today."

No matter how much supplies the boss has, as long as he has them, things can get going. Besides, talking big is just to boost the morale of his subordinates. If there's nothing, he'll just say a few words of reassurance, saying that the goods haven't arrived yet. So even if the boss doesn't have much supplies, he can't show any weakness. As long as he doesn't show any weakness, it's true.

Zhu Fanfan looked at the place where there was no door: ...Actually, you can get out without using the door.

Regardless of what the one-eyed man's true thoughts were, they all started to agree. What else could they do? They risked coming to the black market for money. When this boss fell, they could only find another one. But since they had once been the one-eyed man's men, the new boss might feel uneasy. Naturally, they would be happy to have someone take them over. As long as they could make money, they didn't care about being beaten every day. What was face worth? What mattered was what they had in their own hands.

One-Eyed Dragon's men were beaten into submission, and the group marched off to Er Lengzi's territory. Zhu Fanfan couldn't help but ask, "We're a group of people, and we don't look like good guys. Won't that arouse suspicion?"

Especially since she was wearing a mask, she definitely wasn't a good person! What good person would wear a mask in broad daylight? Only someone with a guilty conscience wouldn't dare show their true face.

Xinye naturally cared: "I've been in Shanghai for so many years, I still have some connections. People won't cause trouble when they see me. Besides, the roads we're on are sparsely populated, in the suburbs, so nothing will happen."

Those who run black markets wouldn't dare to openly operate in a crowd; they would naturally find a secluded spot. The outskirts are rarely visited, making them the best hideouts. Therefore, the chances of encountering anyone are slim, and even if someone is there, they won't bother with so many people around.

Zhu Fanfan stopped dwelling on the issue: "How do you plan to deal with Er Lengzi's people? His men must have worked for you before, right?"

To everyone's surprise, Master Xin didn't care: "Teach those who dared to suppress me back then a lesson and make them get lost. As for the rest, recruit them if you can. People at the bottom are just trying to make a living. Don't offend people if you don't have a grudge against them."

Maybe they're just waiting for a bite to eat to save their lives. It's okay if they don't get a bite to eat, but it's not okay if they cut off someone's path to getting a bite to eat. That would truly be a life-or-death feud.

If you offend him, you will definitely be taught a lesson so that they know he has a good temper but ruthless methods. Otherwise, where is his authority as the second-in-command?

Zhu Fanfan, unfamiliar with the black market, said, "You have full authority to decide; I'll discuss the details with you."

As if he had received a royal decree, Master Xin walked forward with his head held high. When he arrived at Er Lengzi's territory, he even kicked down the fence gate. Although the inside was clearly visible from the outside, he still exuded an imposing aura.

At Xinye's command, a group of people, as if they were on steroids, started beating up Er Lengzi. It was Er Lengzi who fell to the ground crying. Xinye brainwashed them again, telling them that if they followed Boss Mo, they would live a life of luxury. The group of people, whether moved or in pain, shed tears like crazy.

Those who needed to be disciplined have been disciplined, and those who needed to be reprimanded have been reprimanded, so it was announced: "Starting this afternoon, the black market will belong to Boss Mo. I will assign tasks to you. You need to give me your names, ages, special skills, and explain your family situation clearly. If you dare to betray me, I will take action against your family members. Understand?"

A group of people trembled with fear. Was this some kind of old-fashioned system of collective punishment?

After finishing speaking, Master Xin still tried to reassure them: "Our Boss Mo will not mistreat those who work hard. As long as you are loyal, we will not treat you unfairly. We will take a cut. There is no shortage of goods. The more you sell, the more money you will earn. However, remember that safety comes first. If something happens and you are caught, I will not protect you. But if you do not betray us, I will take good care of your family. So you need to think carefully before you join us."

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Hadn't they come out here to make money? With such good offers, would they be foolish to run away? So, one of the bolder ones asked, "Can we register now?"

Master Xin reminded him again: "If you hand over the documents, it means you're entrusting your life to us. Think it over carefully."

Although he disliked this kind of forced buying and selling, which was like joining the underworld, he had no choice but to comply with what Boss Mo said. He suspected that Boss Mo was a descendant of a warlord, and was extremely domineering.

A group of people actually felt that Master Xin was a bit hypocritical. He had beaten them so badly that they couldn't move, yet he still told them to consider it. Judging from Master Xin's tone, if they dared to refuse, they wouldn't be able to leave here alive. Their lives mattered too, and he didn't need to remind them repeatedly.

After finishing her business here, Zhu Fanfan was about to leave. Xinye saw her off and asked, "Boss Mo, when will our supplies arrive? We've already made those promises; we're relying on these supplies to stabilize morale."

Although he spoke with absolute certainty, he was actually quite nervous inside! The state controls grain very tightly, especially since it had only been a few years since the three years of famine. It's no exaggeration to say that grain was as valuable as gold, so you can imagine how difficult it was to obtain.

Zhu Fanfan said, "Do you have a quiet environment suitable for the transaction? I'll have someone put the grain in an open space. Do you want the pigs alive or slaughtered? I'll have someone put them there together. If you don't have enough money, I can discuss it with the other party and give you the money first, and then you can pay the principal after you sell the goods."

Since the grain was readily available and cost nothing, she had already accumulated quite a bit. With Master Xin's help, she could clear out her space. As for the meat, since her grandfather started raising piglets and calves for her, the survival rate had been quite good. Although she had a partnership with Xu Xiaojiao, the output was low, so she had overstocked. The control in the capital was exceptionally strict, not because the control was particularly severe, but because people's observation skills were too sharp, so she dared not take too big a step.

Master Xin was naturally delighted: "I know a place that's sparsely populated and almost no one goes there. I'll send someone to meet you if you have any goods."

Zhu Fanfan said, "She doesn't like being bothered, so no one can be there when you pick up the goods. She'll give you the time, you give her the location, and you just need to pay me after it's done. The rest is just a transaction between me and her. As long as you promise not to inflate prices and to keep them fair, whether it's cash, jewelry, gold, or antiques, we'll take it all. You know better than I do about prices. I've prepared a list. If we're honest, we can have a long-term partnership. Boss Xin, don't let me down."