Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Zhang Minghui drank until midnight before returning home. When he was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, Doudou's cold voice came over.

"Brother, are you going to marry Sister Siyu?"

Zhang Minghui turned his head to look at Doudou, grinned, and saw the little girl's eyes sparkling and staring at him nervously. He touched the little girl's head and spoke.

"Silly girl, even if I get married, I'm still your brother, right? What do you have to worry about? Are you afraid that I won't care about you?"

"That won't do. No matter if you are married or not, you are still my sister Zhang Minghui. You must obey my instructions."

After hearing this, Doudou felt very happy. She held Zhang Minghui's arm tightly and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"Brother, I have listened to you all my life, you can't just ignore me."

Zhang Minghui rubbed Doudou's little head and didn't say much. He knew the little girl's worries and fear of losing favor. After so many years, the little girl had become dependent on him.

I’m afraid that after I get married, I won’t care about her anymore.

The two of them were chatting about this and that, and without knowing when, snoring sounds slowly started to be heard, and the two people who were chatting fell asleep.

In the following days, Zhang Minghui went to Li Guoyong again. Boss Zheng finally couldn't hold on any longer and swore that he would follow all the arrangements and be obedient.

His family was found in Houhai. When talking about his family, Boss Zheng finally couldn't hold it anymore.

That night

Zhang Minghui came to Li Guoyong and saw Old Zheng following Li Guoyong obediently. Zhang Minghui joked with a smile in his eyes.

"Old Zheng, why don't you keep insisting? I haven't even started yet! Why are you surrendering? You don't even want to give me a chance to practice!"

Boss Zheng’s real name is Zheng Yaofei. He had a wry smile on his face, his mole kept twitching, and he spoke in a humbly voice.

"Brother Hui, I was blind and didn't recognize you guys as the real Buddhas. This time I've seen your methods. It's really not possible to fight alone."

"You still need an organization, so you can have someone to rely on."

Zhang Minghui didn't say much, patted Zheng Yaofei on the shoulder, and started talking about business.

"Old Zheng, how many fake antiques can you make in a year, and how much is your income?"

When Zheng Yaofei heard Zhang Minghui asking him about antiques, he immediately became excited and spoke in a proud tone.

"Brother Hui, I'm not bragging, I make a lot of antiques every year, and I earn more than those workers. I just don't dare to show off. I don't sell much."

"When I encounter a bad deal, I can sell more. Even many experts will miss the opportunity and buy a lot of goods from me."

Zhang Minghui nodded with satisfaction, put his arm around Zheng Yaofei's shoulders, and began to speak.

"Okay, I feel relieved when you say that. So, Old Zheng, I'll give you a task. Can you make 50,000 fake antiques in a year?"

Zheng Yaofei's body went limp and he was about to fall to the ground, but fortunately he was held by Zhang Minghui. Zheng Yaofei had a shocked expression on his face and asked with trembling mouth.

"More...more...less...50,000...50,000...pieces."

Zhang Minghui saw that Zheng Yaofei was frightened and said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Zheng, you can't act like you've never seen the world. You're scared by 50,000 pieces a year. This is not like you, Mr. Zheng!"

Li Guoyong's hand trembled as he smoked. He had always been confused as to why Zhang Minghui hired a counterfeiter. What was the point of hiring a counterfeiter? How much money could he make? But when he heard Zhang Minghui ask for 50,000 pieces, he was shocked.

My heart twitched and I was scared. Brother Hui is worthy of being Brother Hui. He is generous. It's inspiring to hear him say that he wants 50,000 pieces. What a huge profit!

No wonder Brother Hui had to find a counterfeiter. Without someone knowledgeable about the subject, how could so many antiques be counterfeited?

Li Guoyong is also a fool. He knows nothing about antiques, so how could he know the ins and outs of this?

But Zheng Yaofei understands!

Zheng Yaofei looked at Zhang Minghui in panic. He even suspected that his ears had failed and he had heard it wrong. What was an antique? It was something passed down from generation to generation.

How can you be like Chinese cabbage and ask for 50,000 pieces right away? That’s what an outsider would say!

Don’t even mention 50,000 pieces!!!

Just making 500 fucking pieces would tire him out, and whether he could sell them after making them is still a question.

Zheng Yaofei hesitated in his heart. He felt that he had joined the gang too hastily. This bastard was even more stupid than a fool. He had to find a chance to escape. He was too damn unreliable.

Seeing Zheng Yaofei's constantly changing expression, Zhang Minghui knew that he could not joke anymore. If he continued, the old man might be scared away.

Zhang Minghui patted Zheng Yaofei on the shoulder and spoke solemnly.

"Old Zheng, do you think I'm an outsider? How can fake antiques be mass-produced? Let me make it clear to you today. I have channels outside, and these fakes will not be sold in China."

"Instead, they are sold in other countries. And you don't have to spend too much to forge them. As long as they look like antiques, they can be sold as handicrafts."

"I said this, do you understand?"

Zheng Yaofei's eyes gleamed, and he began to look at Zhang Minghui seriously again. He must be very powerful to be able to take so many antiques to a foreign country to sell. Are you kidding me?

Zhang Minghui said this with a serious expression.

"Old Zheng, I'm not going to play tricks on you. I'm going to give you two choices. The first is to pay you a monthly salary of 200 yuan. You'll be responsible for the counterfeiting task, just like going to work. We'll provide you with raw materials."

"Second, you find the materials yourself, and if you make one, I'll give you 5 cents for it. If you make pieces, that's yuan. Think about it!"

"If you want a horse to run faster, you need it to eat more grass."

Zhang Minghui wants others to work for him, but if he doesn't give enough benefits, can Lao Zheng work wholeheartedly?

What if someone tries to slack off and slack off on your work?

It would be better to feed him all at once.

Zheng Yaofei's eyes lit up and a greedy look appeared on his face. He was stimulated by the share of profits offered by Zhang Minghui. He had to know that he worked very hard all year round and only earned a few hundred yuan.

And according to Zhang Minghui's requirements, if he makes antiques like his, he can earn at least tens of thousands of yuan a year. Zheng Yaofei's breathing became rapid and he said while panting.

"Brother Hui, can you increase the share? 50 cents per piece is too low a profit. The raw materials alone cost more than that."

Zhang Minghui hugged Zheng Yaofei's shoulders tightly and spoke in his ear.

"Old Zheng, you know what? I want to make profits from this fake antique by quantity. I don't make much from each piece. If you don't agree, it's okay."

"Even if the deal doesn't work out, there's still friendship. If you can't do it, I'll look for someone else. There's always someone willing to do it."