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

Hearing Guoqiang say that he had already targeted them, Zhang Minghui happily gulped down his tea. Zhang Minghui expressed his approval of the efficiency of his brothers.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Minghui began to give orders.

"Guoqiang, tell the brothers to be smart these days. It would be best to find out their uplines and downlines, and then catch them all together."

"This time we don't need the police to prosecute them. We can do it ourselves and stretch their muscles. There is still a chance to get out after sending them in. I don't want to see these disgusting faces again."

"If they dare to kidnap my children, I will make them regret it and bring them back to this world."

Li Guoqiang was not surprised at all, as Zhang Minghui had already set several rules for his brothers.

First, drug trafficking is not allowed, second, human trafficking is not allowed, and third, raping women is not allowed.

These things are expressly prohibited.

The remaining few points can be used flexibly. We are not stupid, and there is no need to do many things.

After Zhang Minghui introduced the situation two days ago, Li Guoqiang immediately became anxious.

"Huh, there are still people who dare to take advantage of Brother Hui's child. They are really tired of living."

Brother Hui gave them the good life they have today. Li Guoyong and his brother have always been grateful for him, but they just don't express it easily.

Li Guoqiang came and left in a hurry. After staying for a few minutes, he turned around and left the compound. He had to keep an eye on this matter personally and could not make any mistakes.

next day

Zhang Minghui had nothing to do in the morning, so he went out to look for Xu Damao and saw Xu Damao chatting with some of his friends.

He hurriedly shouted Xu Damao's name from a distance.

Xu Damao looked back and saw Zhang Minghui calling him. After saying hello to a few friends, he quickly trotted over to Zhang Minghui.

He took out a Daqianmen cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Minghui. After lighting the cigarette, the two of them walked around the factory, puffing away.

After walking for a while and seeing that no one noticed them, Zhang Minghui spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Damao, I have asked someone to follow Yi Zhonghai for several days and found that he is now rich. He has started to do business with the thugs on the street."

"His business is booming, and he makes a lot of money. More than what we make at work. As for what you reported, I suspect he was the one who did it."

When Xu Damao heard this, he curled his lips in disdain.

"Okay, Minghui, don't believe everything you hear. He is a prisoner in a labor camp, and he wants to earn more than the workers in our factory. What a good thing he is thinking!"

"This is a state-owned factory."

Seeing Xu Damao's disdainful expression, Zhang Minghui smiled knowingly. He knew Xu Damao would think so, because these days, all regular factory workers are arrogant.

Look down on anyone at all.

How can you believe that you can make a lot of money out there?

Zhang Minghui exaggerated the story of Yi Zhonghai assembling radios outside. Someone provided materials to Yi Zhonghai, and Yi Zhonghai was responsible for assembling the radios.

After getting it, they sell it at a high price on the black market.

Because no tickets were required, the price of a radio could earn at least 100 yuan in profit, and Yi Zhonghai could get 70 or 80 yuan.

According to Yi Zhonghai's skills, if the raw materials are sufficient, he can assemble several machines a day, just like playing.

When Zhang Minghui said this, Xu Damao's eyes became bloodshot. He took a deep puff of cigarette and suddenly choked. He coughed for a long time before recovering.

Xu Damao had an expression of disbelief on his face and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Minghui, this is too fake! If that's the case, then the money that old man Yi Zhonghai earns in a month must be equivalent to what I earn in several years!"

Zhang Minghui waved his hands, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped on it a few times. He began to explain.

"Brother Damao, that's not how it's calculated. My friends told me that they didn't get much raw materials, so they couldn't assemble them even if they wanted to."

"The most important thing is that only a few can be sold in a month on the black market. Everyone is very careful when buying things!"

Xu Damao nodded. He knew Zhang Minghui was right. If it was really that profitable, he would have heard about it a long time ago. It seemed that Yi Zhonghai didn't make that much money.

But this won’t work either!

Xu Damao calculated that Yi Zhonghai, this old man, could make at least a few hundred yuan a month, which was equivalent to half a year's salary for him.

Xu Damao suddenly had some ideas. If this business could succeed, he could earn several hundred yuan extra every month.

How many girls would that take?

Xu Damao, who was interested, couldn't help but start asking.

"Minghui, do you think we can do this? If we succeed, our lives will be much more carefree in the future."

Seeing Xu Damao looking at him expectantly, Zhang Minghui shook his head and said helplessly.

"Brother Damao, I want to do it too, but it's not that easy. First of all, we don't have the skills. Even if we find the parts, we can't assemble it!"

"Secondly, this is considered speculation. If someone reports it and gets caught, a few years in prison is the lightest punishment. If it's serious, you could even get shot."

Hearing this, Xu Damao shuddered all over. He had really forgotten about this. Speculation is a serious crime. If he is caught, he will definitely be in trouble.

However, Zhang Minghui's words reminded him.

Yi Zhonghai is engaging in speculation!

This old guy dared to write a letter of denunciation against me, forcing me to pay tribute to Li Huaide and causing me to lose so much money.

Yi Zhonghai, just wait for me. I, Master Mao, will definitely make sure you pay for what you have done.

Xu Damao's eyes rolled around and he was thinking quickly about how to deal with this old immortal.

When Zhang Minghui saw Xu Damao's eyes moving around, he knew that he had taken the matter to heart.

It’s good to pay attention to it!

As long as Xu Damao is serious, Zhang Minghui can carry out the next plan.

Last night, Zhang Minghui was thinking about how to deal with this old man. Letting him live was the biggest mistake. Sending him to prison would not make him feel better. Who knows what will happen to him after he gets out?

Will he still cause trouble?

"It is better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage than to seek fame by imitating the tyrant."

We can't give this old guy a chance to turn things around.

But if they took him away directly, the police would definitely come to investigate. Xu Damao knew that he was investigating Yi Zhonghai, so what if this grandson reported him?

Zhang Minghui didn't dare to bet whether Xu Damao had a conscience.

If this happens, I will report myself.

Even if nothing can be found, it is still a hassle.

night

Everyone fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night.

Zhang Minghui got up from the kang, put on his clothes, quietly opened the door, and came to the door of Yi Zhonghai's house in the middle courtyard.

He stuffed the prepared note through the crack in the door.

It was clearly written on it.

"Xu Damao is going to report you for speculation!"