On the way out of the venue where the knife fighting competition will be held.

Several young people have been following Lu Wei's buttocks.

"Viagra, sell me your black gold knife, I'll pay 5 million!"

"Only 5 million? Fraction is not enough, this knife has just cut off a sword worth 280 million, at least more than 8 million can be sold, viagra, I will pay 8 million! ”

"8 million, less than one-tenth of a fraction, you are too picky, viagra will never sell the knife to you, 10 million, viagra, for the sake of my knowledge, sell this knife to me." Su Zifeng said with a shy face.

"Feng Shao, you are clearly trying to take advantage of viagra, right, when I was auctioning the Longquan Tianyuan Sword just now, I heard it clearly, you shouted a sky-high price of 250 million, and now there is a knife that is better than the Longquan Tianyuan Sword, and you are willing to pay 10 million, no! For less than 200 million yuan, it is impossible to sell you this viagra knife! ”

Liu Guanliang said with a pulled face.

"Okay, okay, don't quarrel, I said that no one will sell my knife, no matter how much money you pay, how many times do you want me to emphasize it?"

Lu Wei said impatiently, and the young people had to keep silent and change the topic.

Yang Yong leaned over and said with a puzzled expression: "Viagra, speaking of that Zhou Zhengwu, did you really calculate him?" As soon as such an incident happened today, their reputation stinked all of a sudden, and it hit him too hard. ”

"I have no grudges or ugliness with Zhou Zhengwu, what am I calculating for no reason? If you want to blame that Hou Zhiwei, he is always someone else's pig teammate, and whoever touches him will be unlucky. ”

"That's ...... so"

Yang Yong was skeptical, but Lu Wei really didn't calculate Zhou Zhengwu's motives, maybe everything was just a coincidence.

……

May 3rd.

The other side. It is thousands of kilometers away from Huaguo S City, Malaysia, Bintulu State, and Melapan City.

Chen Shirong, who has been investing and setting up a factory here for almost a year, finally felt complete despair this time.

At eight o'clock this morning, he received a call from the local warlord Shiram, who asked him to be within three days. Raise him another fifty million dollars, transfer it to his account, and if the money does not arrive within three days, throw them into the sea to feed the fish.

In the factory, in a poorly furnished room, Chen Shirong, who was full of gray hair, leaned on the iron bed frame with dull eyes, and already felt a deep despair in his heart.

Originally, he moved the factory to Malaysia. I think that the geographical advantages, raw materials, and labor cost advantages here can make him easily make a lot of money and no longer be restricted by various domestic factors.

But now, he realizes that he was wrong!

Yes, it does have a bit of a geographical advantage, and the raw materials are relatively cheap, but the only thing he underestimates. It's the people here.

The indigenous workers here are lazy, ignorant, and greedy. As long as they get paid at the end of the month, they will disappear for more than a week, and when they have spent all the money on their bodies, they will return to the factory to continue working. The efficiency of work is getting lower and lower, and even if they are fired, the next batch of workers will still have this virtue, and they will have to waste time training them.

"A worker in Huaguo can at least top three of these lazy monkeys!"

Workers can't. No matter how good the equipment of the factory is, it can not produce qualified products, since the factory was put into operation, the factory has lost a total of 8 million US dollars in four months, and the backlog of products has filled all the warehouses, but no customer has come to purchase.

What's even worse is that Chen Shirong also agreed with the local warlord Shiram: after the factory is put into operation, every month, he will pay Shiram a "dividend" of 500,000 US dollars, but after four months, the factory has not made half a penny of profit, but has taken out a "dividend" of 2 million US dollars.

Coupled with the loss of $8 million caused by maintaining the operation of the factory, $10 million has squeezed the last penny in the pockets of Chen Shirong and Zhang Caixia.

At this time, Shiram called again and asked them to come up with another $50 million......

"Lao Chen, let's go back to China, we can't stay in this place any longer, if we stay any longer, I'm afraid I won't even have my life!"

Zhang Caixia doesn't know how many times she has begged bitterly, but this stubborn man just doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin, and now it's okay, the coffin is finally placed in front of him.

"Let's go, how do we go?"

Chen Shirong made a hoarse and weak voice, his originally straight spine had bent down, and he didn't know whether he regretted or despaired, and suddenly hugged his head full of white hair and said: "We don't even have the money to buy a plane ticket home!" ”

"Lao Chen, let's call our son and ask him to call us some money, we will never come to this ghost place again!"

Chen Shirong shook his head again: "It's useless, look at those soldiers outside the factory, they have surrounded the entire factory, just to prevent us from escaping, those monkeys are smart, we can't escape." ”

"Then we can't sit still, Lao Chen, we always have a way to escape."

"Run, wife, it's my self-righteousness, I've affected you, I've affected my son, I don't have the face to live anymore, in this way, I will send you out of the factory in the next two days, find a way to get out of this ghost place, and leave the rest to me to deal with."

Chen Shirong raised his head and said, clenching his fists tightly. What he said about coping was nothing more than waiting for his wife to leave, he stayed behind and fought with these monkeys, he had been in the army for two years, and his craft was a little rusty, but it was more than enough to kill a few monkeys.

As a husband and wife who have lived together for more than 20 years, how could Zhang Caixia still not understand Chen Shirong's thoughts, and immediately stood up and said excitedly: "Old Chen! You don't want to die? If something happens to you, what will happen to me and my son? If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about me and my son, right? ”

Zhang Caixia cried with tears in her eyes again: "Lao Chen, if something happens to you, I don't want to live anymore." After saying that, she walked over and sat next to him, "If you don't go, I won't go!" ”

"You-"

Chen Shirong looked at this woman who had been with him for decades, like a heart like a stone, and couldn't help but feel a lot of guilt at this time, and said with a long sigh: "Caixia, you have suffered with me for so many years, and you have not enjoyed a few days of happiness, but you have suffered a lot...... Alas, I'm sorry for you. ”

Chen Shirong hammered his chest, a man who had never surrendered to fate, seemed to have succumbed to fate today.

Zhang Caixia hurriedly grabbed his hand, tears raining down, "Lao Chen, I didn't complain about you, aren't you doing this for this family?" It's not your fault, Lao Chen, it's fate, it's all fate. ”

"Alas!"

Chen Shirong sighed heavily. (To be continued......)