"Boom!"

The door panel of 505 was slapped on the ground, and Tai Yingjun, the only one in the bedroom who was watching a film and masturbating, withered on the spot.

“gogogo……”

A team of heavily armed SWAT officers rushed into the door panel that had just been demolished with weapons in their hands, and when they saw Tai Yingjun in an indecent posture, they immediately pointed two guns at him with black holes.

"Put your head in your hands and squat!"

Tai Yingjun hurriedly did so, but the poor little bird was still floating in the air languidly, and it was too late to clean up.

"Which is Ge Lan's bed, and which is his locker?"

Tai Yingjun didn't think about it, and with a finger, he sold Ge Lan's bunk and cabinet.

After a while, the boxes and cabinets were turned upside down, and when Tai Yingjun looked again, Ge Lan's cabinet had been emptied, and even the brown mats issued by the school had been removed from the bunk.

The policemen came and went faster, like the tide receding, but Yu Tai looked at the little bird who didn't know if he could show his majesty again.

Forty minutes later, the small conference room of the task force of the Municipal Bureau.

"Elderly, look at this full-body sketch, what do you think of this full-body sketch found in the suspect's bedroom?" Liu Fengtian said.

Although the policeman known as the "old man" only has the rank of first-class superintendent, his eyes are very wise and obviously experienced in the world, and he took the sketch handed by Liu Fengtian and studied it carefully.

The figure in the painting seems to be a queen or a lady of the eighteenth century, dressed in a graceful dress with lace, sitting at the piano with sheet music in hand, and the facial expression is vivid.

"Who drew the suspect?" asked the old man with an eyebrow.

Liu Fengtian said: "The signature is on the back corner." ”

The old man turned over the back and took a look, only to see the words "pumpkin fairy" written in the corner, and the font is still hard pen calligraphy, which is quite vigorous and wild, almost self-contained.

"Is this pumpkin fairy the suspect's self-name?" the old man asked again.

"I don't know. Liu Fengtian shook his head and asked rhetorically: "Using painting as a metaphor, what kind of person do you think the suspect is?"

"It's just a painting, it's not good!"

Liu Fengtian was noncommittal, turned to look at Yang Tang and said, "Xiao Yang, and Lei Zi, what do you two think?"

Yang Tang pondered for a moment and said: "Old man said well, it is indeed not appropriate to figure out people's psychology with just one painting, what I want to say is that the suspect Ge Lan we have caught so far, this person's interests are too broad, and he is really too much beyond ordinary people!"

"First of all, he dances well in the butt, which Director Zhang Jian Zhang can prove. ”

"Secondly, Ge Lan has a nickname called 'pumpkin' at the Normal University, or it can be called stupid melon or noodle melon, which is a contemptuous nickname given to him by many classmates who look down on Ge Lan's family background, but everyone has seen that Ge Lan actually claims to be a pumpkin fairy on his paintings, what does this mean? It shows that Ge Lan's ideological world is relatively independent and closed......

"Thirdly, the suspect is not only talented in dancing and painting, but also in anatomy, art and blood, and it seems that these two opposites can be involved in some of the refereeing events of the Middle Ages are somewhat creepy!"

"To sum up, if the unilateral thing is done by a different individual, I will feel much more at ease, the problem is not now, what was found from the suspect's temporary residence and dormitory showed that the suspect had a multifaceted hobby, and this is just contrary to the norm and worthy of our in-depth investigation!"

"Of course, it will take at least twelve hours for the test results of the women's underwear and Ziwei devices that have been recovered, so it is still difficult to make a conclusion whether the suspect is the murderer of the serial demon case, so in terms of the city's control, the leaders of the task force have to make up their minds. ”

After saying this, Yang Tang was a little dry, and hurriedly picked up the teacup and took a sip.

At the same time, Liu Fengtian picked up the conversation: "So, Xiao Yang still tends that the current suspect Ge Lan is a serial murderer?" Otherwise, Yang Tang would not have mentioned waiting for the test results of women's underwear and Ziwei, "But on this point, is there any deeper inference?"

Yang Tang shook his head slightly, and said: "I have a general speculation in my heart, but there is no evidence, I am afraid to laugh and be generous when I say it!"

"It's okay, you say, everyone listen, refer to it!" Liu Fengtian encouraged.

Yang Tang looked around, opened his mouth, and finally said: "I'm just talking about a family, let's brainstorm and listen to everyone's opinions!"

"It's fine. Liu Fengtian did not force Yang Tang, and then arranged: "Everyone, although we have caught a suspect now, the shifts of the major Tianyan monitoring points are still the same, and the secret touching and platoon should not be stopped, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The meeting came out, and when he arrived outside the office building, Lei Tiandong grabbed Yang Tang.

"Eh~~ I said boss, you see that you have been busy in the past two days, let's go and rub it together, I'll please!"

"No need, right?" Yang Tang said hypocritically.

"Why don't you use it, use it!" As he spoke, Lei Tian pulled Yang Tang into his car.

When he arrived at the private restaurant, Lei Tiandong ordered a lot of dishes, and after three rounds of wine and five flavors, he finally confided in Yang Tang: "Boss, when the task force held a meeting before, I saw that you were very determined, is this serial demon case going to be solved?"

"Almost..."

"So, are you sure that the current suspect Ge Lan is the real murderer?"

"Almost..."

"How did you find out......?

"Almost..."

Lei Tiandong: "......"

At this time, Yang Tang, who was pretending to be drunk, stared at him and laughed: "Bald, thank you for inviting this supper today~~!"

"Boss ......"

"Okay, I know you want to close the case early and get your points early, An!" Speaking of this, Yang Tang gestured two fingers, "In less than two days, at most two days, this case will be solved, do you believe it or not?"

"With the boss's guarantee, I'm relieved!"

The next day, just after nine o'clock in the morning, in the dormitory.

Yang Tang didn't have classes in the first two classes in the morning, so he simply went back to the dormitory to rest, but he didn't think that Tan Yin, Ma Zhipeng, and Li Chong were all there.

Especially Li Chong, this thing played on the computer almost all night last night, and didn't go to bed until five o'clock in the morning, and he was snoring on the bed at this time!

Tan Yin and Ma Zhipeng are slightly better.

Tan Yin didn't sleep until midnight after reading a book, and Ma Zhipeng just came back from the Clock Hotel in the morning, with dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you two have breakfast? I have instant noodles here...... Tan Yin took out three packets of noodles from the cabinet and put them on the table, took one of them and tore it open and stuffed it into the rice cup.

"I just didn't eat it, let's have a pack!" Ma Zhipeng leaned over with a smile while holding his lunch box and tore open the second package of instant noodles.

"Where's the old man?"

Yang Tang waved his hand and said, "I ate a lot in the morning, and I haven't digested it much, so I don't need it." ”

After a while, the water in the electric porcelain kettle boiled. Tan Ma and the two soaked the noodles one after another.

While waiting to eat, Ma Zhipeng stared at the lunch box of instant noodles and gradually fell into a trance.

Tan Yin touched him with his elbow and said, "Pengzi, what's wrong?"

Ma Zhipeng asked rhetorically: "Boss Tan, how much does a pack of noodles do you buy?"

Tan Yin will mistakenly say: "I don't have much money, please you." ”

"I didn't want to give money, I just wanted to ask you how much you bought this noodle?"

"I bought a five-pack bag, seven yuan five, each pack of five yuan (Chinese dollars = US dollars), what's wrong?" Tan Yin said.

Ma Zhipeng snorted: "But if you sell it alone, the stores outside are all six and seven, I'm not wrong, right?"

"Yes...... So what's the matter?" Yang Tang said confusedly.

"No, I'm thinking, this oversized bag of instant noodles is only one hundred and twenty-five grams, and it can be sold for six pieces, which is not a small profit!" Ma Zhipeng said.

Tan Yin shook his head with a smile, opened the lid of the rice cup, mixed the soaked noodles well, and said after taking a bite: "Pengzi, this instant noodle seller is not your family's mine, it has a cost, in fact, an instant noodle factory ships 10 million packs of instant noodles every year, and it still can't make any money." ”

"How do you say it?" Ma Zhipeng also began to eat noodles, but his expression was a little surprised.

Yang Tang took over the conversation and said: "Boss Tan's words are only half right, according to the analysis of those capitalists, selling instant noodles not only does not make money, but also loses money!"

"Huh? Losing money, how do you analyze this?"

"Listen to what I'll tell you!" Yang Tang began to talk eloquently, "how much is a pound of flour now? Eight cents; 125 grams of flour cakes, the cost is two cents; vegetable oil and other auxiliary materials and condiments are also about two cents; the wages of workers may not exceed one dime; if this is calculated, a package of noodles and instant noodles can earn one piece a piece, but in the actual situation of the capitalists' careful calculations, it is completely different." ”

"How is it different?"

"Quite simply, the capitalist also counts all the depreciation and wear of movable property, the fixed costs, and so on. Yang Tang said, "Of course, to understand the problem here, you must first understand what a capitalist is!"

"Needless to say, capitalists are, they are ......" Ma Zhipeng took the words, but when it came to the key point, there was no follow-up.

Yang Tang said: "Just like your father." Ma Zhipeng was startled by these words, and just as he was about to defend himself, Yang Tang continued: "Not a capitalist yet!"

Nima, came to gasp, scared Ma Zhipeng's little liver so much that he didn't want it.

"Real capitalists never pay their own money to set up companies to open factories and engage in construction, they have always borrowed money to run projects, either loans or fund-raising, anyway, even if the company that raised funds and loans goes bankrupt, as long as the capitalists' personal property is not lost, they will not feel pain!"

"Let's go back to the topic of instant noodles just now, if the capitalists want to build an instant noodle factory, they will definitely first take out a loan from the bank, for example, a loan of 10 million, invest in the construction of a 5,000-square-meter factory building and ten production lines, according to the annual shipment of one million packs of instant noodles per production line, if the factory closes down after only one year of production, then the fixed cost of each package of instant noodles will be one dollar; if it is calculated according to five years of depreciation, then the fixed cost of each package of instant noodles is two cents. ”

"As I said earlier, 10 million is a loan, and the annual interest is 1 million, which is spread evenly to 10 million packs of instant noodles, which is a dime per pack, and the most important thing is that the retail price is six yuan, but the actual ex-factory price is just one dollar. Calculated in this way, plus the raw material money calculated above, each pack of instant noodles actually earns two cents. ”

"The question is, if the manufacturer doesn't advertise on TV, can this instant noodles be sold for six yuan per pack? ”

"In the end, his mother only made a dime per pack of noodles, and this is not over, the part of the money earned will be subject to 17% of the enterprise value-added tax, and the remaining part will also pay income tax, and the result is selling 10 million packs of instant noodles, tossing for a year, and only three or four hundred thousand yuan can really be put into the pocket. ”

"In addition, there is a key point that the market is risky, this year can sell 10 million packs of instant noodles, next year who who will be new products listed at a low price dumping, the result is only 8 million packs of noodles sold in a year, and then according to the previous method calculation, this capitalist opened instant noodle field, immediately have to file for bankruptcy!"

Ma Zhipeng, who was drinking noodle soup, was surprised when he heard this: "Boss, according to what you say, now several major instant noodle factories are so poor that they are about to close down, right?"

"That's not ......" Yang Tang laughed, "The point is, you also said, a few instant noodles, this is the same as the operating system, if you don't choose Tenglong, choose Jusoft, as for the others, they all went out of business, saying that they are not monopolies, in fact, they just added an extra 'radish' to the menu that originally only had 'cabbage', radish and cabbage, turning over and over, there can only be these two choices, which is equivalent to taking off your pants and farting, it is better to form a family and save the trouble of choosing!"

Tan Yin nodded and agreed: "It's also Ha, now there are two major brands of instant noodles on the market, and most of the rest of the miscellaneous noodles are short-lived!"

Ma Zhipeng was still interested in the previous instant noodle problem, and continued to ask: "Boss, according to your analysis, this instant noodle factory is not profitable......

"Stop...... Not my analysis, but the capitalist's analysis!"

"Okay, according to the analysis of the capitalists, they think that the instant noodle factory is not profitable, so who makes the money for this instant noodle?" Ma Zhipeng was a little puzzled, "wholesalers?

"Hehe!" Yang Tang smiled coquettishly, "If you want to say that, the wholesaler should shout injustice." ”

"Where is the injustice?"

According to the wholesaler, a factory ships 10 million packs of instant noodles a year, and it is good that he can transfer and wholesale 1 million packs of noodles. Yang Tang began to explain, "The problem is that the wholesaler's purchase price from the manufacturer is one dollar, and the price of reselling to the retailer is one yuan and two, and the difference between the two cents is just a cent!"

Ma Zhipeng said: "One million packs a year, two cents per pack, that is, 200,000, although it is not much, but it is not a lot, right?"

Yang Tang said: "But the wholesaler must have a store to engage in wholesale, right? But it is such a store, the annual rent fee is 100,000 yuan, and then you have to pay all kinds of taxes and fees of almost 50,000 yuan, and sometimes you need to deliver goods, you have to have a truck, right? Don't mention the car money, the fuel money alone costs 20,000 yuan a year, not to mention the driver's fee." Fortunately, drivers usually look for their own brothers or distant relatives, which can save a lot of money. ”

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