If you don't agree with each other, you will do it?

Everyone was stunned, did this big man eat the gall of an ambitious leopard?

This slap is over, you must know that the big-bellied yellow is not comparable to the Snake Gang of the Ground Snake.

It is absolutely no accident that the silk trading house was able to run the silk firm in an orderly manner in the old market, and to inflate the price of a primary product such as silkworm cocoons through the black market, and almost became a price leader.

He can mix so well, it can be said that black and white are both eaten, and his upstream customers are definitely strong.

Otherwise, if you want to raise prices, the price of silkworm cocoons is too high, which is simply impossible.

And Zhang Daman didn't know who borrowed his dog gall, so he didn't agree with him and gave the big-bellied yellow a big mouth.

Ji Fugui was dumbfounded, with an innocent look in his eyes, and he was sluggish.

The men of the silk trading house also stopped, put down their work, and watched.

"Hehe, Boss Huang, are you sober?" Zhang Daman smiled indifferently, as if the slap was on his face, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

Be sober? Your grandmother has a big hairy leg, you let Lao Tzu slap it and try to see if you are sober!

The big-bellied yellow face turned green with anger, his round eyes, dilated pupils, and his thick neck, and shouted: "The surname is Zhang, you have nothing to do, right?

"Crackling!"

In the blink of an eye, those guys in the store took out the snowy watermelon knives from those bags, rushed over, stood behind the pot-bellied yellow, bowed down and said in unison: "Boss!"

A hint of coldness appeared on the pot-bellied yellow face, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The surname is Zhang, let you see and understand today, what is the way of the world!"

Zhang Daman glanced at the guy holding the watermelon knife behind Big-bellied Huang, looking at this posture, he really underestimated Big-bellied Huang's strength.

He doesn't seem to be black and white, maybe this king and eight calves are on the mixed path.

In this era, mixed society is also a way out.

However, Zhang Daman did not feel afraid, and smiled calmly, "Just these clowns?"

The big-bellied Huang Ling has taught Zhang Daman's strength, a master who even dares to do it in the Snake Gang, if he really wants to do it, he may not be able to bargain for any money.

However, when you come out to mix, what you pay attention to is to save face, and if you lose your life, you can't lose face.

And this one is just with Zhang Daman, if he wins, in the future, this little Wang Ba calf will be honest and beneficial, and he will not talk about it and raise his value indiscriminately.

He even began to suspect in his heart that this Zhang Daman didn't have much strength, and it was clear that he was a ruffian from the countryside, selling silkworm cocoons for the first time, and bragging that his annual output was tens of thousands of catties, Nima, this batch of six or seven hundred catties, according to this amount, the potbelly yellow couldn't be clearer, even if it was full, a year later, he could buy thousands of catties of silkworm cocoons from him.

This little Wang Ba is obviously exaggerated ten times, originally, according to the output of tens of thousands of catties, the big belly yellow still has a profit, and he thinks that he will eat it if he suffers.

But all of a sudden, a tenfold difference! It's like taking money out of his pocket, no, to be exact, robbing money.

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it, tear the skin and tear the skin, these days, mixed food, who doesn't have a head on his shoulders!

Big-bellied Huang made up his mind, waved his hand, and greeted the guy and thug behind him, "Brothers, give it to me, cut him!"

Under this order, these guys and thugs dared not obey, grabbed watermelon knives one after another, and went towards Zhang Daman.

Ji Fugui was so frightened that he was about to pee his pants, so he quickly turned around, got into the driver's seat of the van, locked the window, curled up in the driver's seat, and didn't dare to come out.

Zhang Daman would not expect Ji Fugui to fight side by side with him, as soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he clenched his fists, punched his face, hit the guy who rushed to the front of the door, broke the bridge of the guy's nose with a punch, snorted coldly, snatched a watermelon knife from his hand, brandished the watermelon knife, and pointed at those guys, "You guys fuck, you want to go to the hospital and lie down, right?"

Zhang Daman thought to himself, he should be very handsome at this time, but unfortunately, no one took pictures of himself who was so handsome, as if he was making a movie.

However, he knew in his heart that this was not a movie, but a real knife, these turtle bastards, who were timid on weekdays, encountered a fight, one by one, they seemed to be desperate San Lang, regardless of it, and rushed up.

What's more, even if there is a fight, it can't kill people, and if you want to kill people, the future will be over.

No rut, a thousand things, or can only take the thief to capture the king first, he coldly from a guy's watermelon knife, slid out of the foot, jumped over, twisted the collar of the pot-bellied yellow, the watermelon knife in the hand was horizontal, directly on the neck of the big-bellied yellow, at the guys who rushed over, roared: "Lao Tzu stop, who stepped forward to try step by step, Lao Tzu chopped his dog's head with a knife." ”

The big-bellied yellow was suddenly attacked by Zhang Daman, and the watermelon knife was on his neck, which was also terribly frightened, his legs trembled, and he was paralyzed in an instant, and he hurriedly raised his hands and said to him: "Brother Zhang, no, Brother Zhang, be merciful, have something to say, have something to say, and have something to say......"

Zhang Daman blushed, glared at the big-bellied yellow angrily, and replied coldly: "It's late!"

The big-bellied yellow face was bruised for a while, and his heart involuntarily "chuckled", what kind of background did Zhang Daman come from on this dog day? I originally thought that relying on his own buddies and thugs, he could easily settle him, but in less than three minutes, he was caught by Zhang Daman.

The current situation is that people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, and I can't help but be soft.

"No, Brother Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, I am willing to promise to buy your silkworm cocoons, according to 45 pounds, how about it......?

"Hmph, surnamed Huang, don't think that in the entire Lingfeng County, only you can do the black market business of this silkworm cocoon, I can tell you, Lao Tzu won't sell it to you!" Zhang Daman's words were louder than the big belly yellow face being slapped with a few big mouths.

Could it be that there is a better channel in Lingfeng County than him to do the silkworm cocoon black market business? Why hasn't he heard of it?

Of course he didn't hear that Zhang Daman was just scaring him, but scaring was scare, Zhang Daman also suddenly had an idea in his mind, since Big-bellied Yellow can find upstream buyers, speculate silkworm cocoons, and raise prices, then why can't Big-bellied Yellow be filtered out and go directly to the house?

With the degree of greed of the pot-bellied yellow, it is conceivable that he buys 45 pounds, even if he pounds it and mixes some other inferior products, shoddy, and can afford to sell it at a good price, then if Zhang Daman's existing silkworm cocoons are sold directly to the upstream, wouldn't he be able to make a bigger profit?