Wu Ansheng threw the things to the fat man, took the wallet from his hand, the bulging bag of the small chest package, opened the zipper and took a cursory look, at least six thousand, and he made a fortune.

Except for the 4,000 yuan that Wei San took the initiative to give, today's profit is about 2,000.

The income is very attractive, but Wu Ansheng doesn't plan to do it for a long time, at most he will stop in a week, and it is better to take less of this kind of ill-gotten gains.

If there is no money, who wants to do something that goes against their conscience?

Wu Ansheng asked: "Da Zhuang, have you contacted the plane, where will it meet?"

"The plane was waiting for us at the fat aunt's barbecue, and I just sent a text message saying that the food has been ordered, let's hurry up and go over, and we want to have a good drink tonight."

Wu Ansheng nodded, "Okay, just drink, it's almost 12 o'clock, finish the money early and go home early to sleep."

When Wu Ansheng passed, the night food stall was already overcrowded, and the open-air tables outside were full of young people in the society, drinking and bragging, and the small shop was also full.

Wu Ansheng saw that Aunt Fat and Uncle Niu were busy sweating, so he didn't go over to say hello. The fat aunt's thirteen-year-old son ran around the store with plates, hurriedly serving dishes to the customers, and this busy and warm little family lived so happily and fulfilled every day.

The plane table was in the corner, and because there were too many people and there was no big round table, they had to use two small tables together.

Wu Ansheng took the fat man and Da Zhuang over to sit down, looked around at everyone, and then said lightly: "You guys are doing very well, today's income is good, let me ask, whose idea was the design of the first batch of people to play basketball and the design of the second group of people to play basketball?"

The plane happily pulled Huang Mao up, and said excitedly: "Brother Sheng, this is all Huang Mao's idea, don't look at Huang Mao's stumbling and can't fight, when it comes to IQ, this kid is smart."

Huang Mao's expression was shy and twisted, and he was very embarrassed about the praise of the plane: "Brother Sheng, I just started up, this is all discussed by everyone, I am a little person, not as powerful as Brother Plane said."

Wu Ansheng is very satisfied with Huang Mao, he can speak with brains, and he is a good person, the only drawback is that his temperament is too soft and not confident enough.

Wu Ansheng counted five hundred yuan from his bag and put it in Huang Mao's hand personally, "Huang Mao, I appreciate you, this is your extra reward tonight, don't be busy refusing, if you still want to follow me in the future, accept this money."

Huang Mao's eyes were a little moist, and his thin and chapped hands were tightly clutching the five hundred yuan, maybe Huang Mao had regarded Wu Ansheng as a confidant, and the one who died for his confidant.

Da Zhuang took the lead in applauding, and these people looked at Huang Mao with a smile while applauding, there was no jealousy, only blessings.

Wu Ansheng knows these high school riffraff very well, they are not bad in nature, they dye their hair with bells and whistles, and do things out of the ordinary, just to be in the limelight and enjoy the admiration of others.

These people choose the so-called mixing, or because of the family environment, the lack of parental supervision, no one blames and corrects their mistakes, so they go on step by step.

Or because of school bullying, the ruffians in the school just like to bully honest children, some people choose to swallow their anger, and some people join if they can't beat it.

These people are not inherently bad, they just need someone to guide them to the right path, without which they might fall into the abyss of sin.

Wu Ansheng is willing to throw an olive branch to these people, and whether they can catch them ashore or not depends on themselves.

Wu Ansheng is not a living Bodhisattva of the Holy Mother, he only seeks to have a clear conscience in doing things, if these people do not listen to persuasion, then there is no need to bother to speak.

The road was picked by oneself, and if you take the wrong road, you have to finish it even if you are kneeling.

Wu Ansheng ordered the money in the bag in front of everyone, counting the five hundred for Huang Mao, today's income is a total of 6210, and he will settle the bill with a fraction of two hundred and ten yuan, and there are five thousand five.

Originally, Wu Ansheng wanted to take 3,000 according to 55, but the money he just gave to Huang Mao was calculated as his personal bonus, Wu Ansheng took 2,000, and took out the remaining 3,000 and gave 1,08 to the fat man, leaving only 1,020 on the table.

Wu Ansheng said: "Da Zhuang, the rest of the money is your income today, you can share it yourself, I'll go first."

Tomorrow after school at noon, you take your brothers to wait for me at the gate of the seventeenth middle school, solve the matter of the immortal jump as soon as possible, and don't delay making money at night."

Wu Ansheng turned his head to the fat man again and said, "Fat man, you make an appointment with the people over there tonight, don't split the whole way."

The fat man happily counted Qian Yinghe and said: "I know Brother Sheng, I will do something, you can rest assured."

Da Zhuang also wanted to keep Wu Ansheng to drink some wine, but Wu Ansheng waved his hand and refused, leaving only a dashing back for everyone.

Da Zhuang stood up and said to the fat man: "You drink first, I'll send my brother off."

Wu Ansheng didn't go far before he was stopped by Da Zhuang, who chased after him and handed Wu Ansheng a cigarette, and then helped him light it, and the two stood on the side of the road smoking cigarettes.

Wu Ansheng spit out a smoke ring and took the initiative to ask: "Do you think you have less points?"

Da Zhuang hurriedly shook his head: "Brother Sheng, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong."

"Is there something? If there is something, I will talk about it, and I will rush back to sleep."

Da Zhuang wanted to speak again and again, and finally made up his mind and said: "Brother Sheng, I want to follow you."

Wu Ansheng understood what Da Zhuang meant, and deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked, "Da Zhuang, what do you mean by this, aren't you following me now?"

"Brother Sheng, I know that you are a person who does great things, and I don't look down on us ruffians from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to fool around anymore, I want to make money with you."

Wu Ansheng looked at Da Zhuang's sincere eyes, and there was light in his eyes.

"Okay, you study hard first, there is a way to make money, I will call you, but I say something in my heart, if you want to follow me all the time, high Chinese is definitely not enough, do you understand what I mean?"

Da Zhuang nodded fiercely, "Brother Sheng, I understand, I will definitely be able to help you in the future."

Wu Ansheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, patting Da Zhuang's shoulder, "Let's go, let the brothers stop taking the guys tomorrow, peace talks, you know?"

Da Zhuang stood in place, his hands clenched, secretly distracted. That night, a prodigal son turned back.

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Wu Ansheng went home and washed up briefly, then poured all the banknotes on the bed, he lay in the banknotes and rolled, and kept laughing obscenely in the bed. This feeling is just one word, cool.

Coupled with the hundred yuan knocked out from the fat aunt's hand, Wu Ansheng's current capital is as high as 2,600.

That's a lot of money, enough for him to live on for a few months. It's too little to say, and it's still far from being able to do some trading.

Save slowly, you should be able to set up a stall for a week for 10,000 yuan. Now that there is no need for childcare in the stall, the brothers' expenses can be saved, and the labor fee of Da Zhuang and Fat Man can be given one hundred, which means that almost all the net profits in the back are obtained by Wu Ansheng.

The wealth is moving, Wu Ansheng is a little reluctant to this business, and his determination to only do it for a week is a little shaken, and no one can keep his mind in front of interests.

Wu Ansheng got up and slammed his head on the wall a few times, and the white paint on the wall fell on the quilt with a clatter.

Wu Ansheng said to himself: "It doesn't take a week, change it to three days, and stop in three days."

This grandson is not only cruel to others, but also to himself.

In his previous life, Wu Ansheng began to take the exam as soon as he graduated from university, but he didn't pass the exam for several years, and his relatives and friends persuaded him to give up.

This kid was not convinced, the first exam was seven years, the emperor paid off, Wu Ansheng finally got in, but the person was gone.

Don't look at Wu An's usual smile and no shape, but he is very paranoid in his bones, with a persistence and ruthlessness that is different from ordinary people, and he can't live if he is not crazy.