Chapter 25 The thief lost his pants and didn't get on the boat tonight

Chapter 25 The thief lost his pants and didn't get on the boat tonight

The two fought together and fought dazzlingly.

Zhang Yang doesn't know how to fight, and he can see that Chang Sheng has the upper hand with a long sword. The beard that walked the rivers and lakes with a pair of iron palms was beaten to the point that he was powerless, and the whole audience was on the run.

At the critical moment, the beard didn't know how to take out a white handkerchief, and while waving it, he said step by step: "Little brother, it is better to settle the grievance than to tie the knot." It's good to stop at the point. ”

Chang Sheng was so focused that he didn't listen to his nonsense at all.

The beard continued, "Xiaoxia, we have no hatred in the near future, and we have no grievances in the past; That is, it is not to kill his father and enemies, and there is no hatred of taking his wife, he just relies on his fists and feet to beg for food, why bother, real knives and real guns cost people's lives! ”

Bah! If you hadn't won the sword just now, you wouldn't have broken my neck. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang shouted at Chang Sheng: "Chang Sheng, you want to win!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Chang Sheng was like a full of chicken blood, and the offensive in his hand became more and more fierce, and the sword stabbed at the vital point of the beard, either in the heart or under the crotch.

There was no way, the beard fell to his knees with a bang, and raised his hands above his head, "I surrender, you win!" ”

Hearing the words "you have won", Chang Sheng's momentum was stunned, and he took the offensive, raised his arms and shouted: "Victory!" Win! Win! ”

Everyone was so embarrassed that they slammed their toes on the ground and quickly pulled out of the three-room and one-living room.

The beard is also a person, he got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, and calmly invited Zhang Yang and the four to the secret room behind, making tea and handing snacks, so he was not enthusiastic.

What a hero who can bend and stretch! Zhang Yang silently praised him in his heart.

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang Yang patted the shoulder of the beard, and said familiarly: "Lao Chen, if you are helped by Changle and can't find a job, come to the British Mansion, and the master will arrange a job for you." ”

A polite but embarrassed smile squeezed out of his bearded face, "It's not enough to be fired, I'm also a management manager, and at most I will be transferred." ”

Zhang Yang took the teacup handed over by the beard, "That's good." ”

The afterglow of the beard's eyes swept to Chang Sheng's mouth full of snacks, his cheeks bulged high, and he regretted it in his heart, why didn't he think of putting some poison on the dim sum and poisoning this damn little brat.

Zhang Yang picked up the teacup and sniffed it, and asked slowly: "Lao Chen, how do you think this matter can be solved tonight?" ”

The bearded man looked at Princess Rongxiang and pulled out a kind smile, "It depends on how this girl wants to solve it." In his judgment, the little girl was not a person who cared about money.

Princess Rongxiang simply passed the ball to Zhang Yang, "Second little grandfather, how do you want to solve it?" ”

A wonderful biography, right in the middle of the heart.

"Lao Chen, I've calculated, in the last game, we won 16,304 times. We are not scheming people, erasing the odds, it is sixteen thousand three hundred. After deducting the 5,000 guan I owe, I need to pay us 11,300 kilo. ”

Zhang Yang's abacus in his mind was croaking, and his beard couldn't keep up with his train of thought at all.

"Second little master, for a while, you asked me to come up with more than 10,000 yuan, isn't this embarrassing for me?"

Zhang Yang smiled, "Lao Chen, don't worry, we are also reasonable people." If the Changle Gang can't come up with so much money at once, they can give us an IOU. ”

The beard thought for a moment and slapped his thigh, "Okay!" Then I'll give you an IOU. ”

"Remember to stamp the official seal of the Changle Gang and your handprint." Zhang Yang specially reminded: "By the way, return my IOU to me." ”

Under the potential threat of victory and the flamboyant gaze, the beard wrote an IOU of 1,300 yuan with tears in his eyes.

Before leaving, Zhang Yang did not forget to be polite to the beard: "They are all mixed in the capital, and there will be opportunities to cooperate and make money in the future!" ”

"That's that, that's." The bearded man sent the four of them off the boat.

After getting off the boat, Chang Sheng was not happy, "Where is the thief?" I'm going to chop off one of his hands. ”

Zhang Yang said casually: "The thief lost his pants and didn't get on the boat tonight." ”

"Really?" Chang Sheng looked incredulous.

It's hard to fool around.

Thanks to Wangcai, he added on the side: "The mouth of the second master of our family has been opened by a high-ranking monk, and whatever he says, it is what it is, Bao Zhun." ”

Zhang Yang was still a little proud when he heard it, but when he thought about it, he changed his taste, you are scolding me for being a crow's mouth, right? He glared at Wangcai fiercely, you kid, looking for a draw, right?

Wangcai looked innocent, second little grandfather, how could I offend you?

After tossing all day, it can be regarded as clearing the debts of the Changle Gang.

Debt-free and light, that night, when Zhang Yang returned home, he felt like he was stepping on a cloud, a little floating.

It's a pity that the floating feeling was dispelled the next morning.

Early in the morning, Wang Langzhong suddenly went to the Pharmaceutical Research Institute to inspect the work.

Knowing that the developed "Heat-clearing Antidote" had only sold a hundred bottles and made more than 100 yuan, which was not as good as the income from a single visit, Wang Langzhong's old face collapsed and became very ugly.

"Zhang Yang, you told the old man that you want to study Chinese patent medicines and help the people of the world. The old man believed your words, arranged Yan'er under you, and gave it to a medical companion, tossing for more than half a month, and sold a hundred bottles, are you worthy of the old man's hard work? ”

In the final analysis, it was still too much of a toss for a long time, and he didn't make any money.

Zhang Yang explained with a shy face: "Master, there is a saying that you can't eat hot tofu if you are in a hurry. "Heat-clearing Antidote" is just an appetizer that lets people in the capital know about the Pharmaceutical Research Institute. Right now, the "Typhoid Powder" that Sister Yan'er and I are developing is the main product in the future. ”

Speaking is better than singing, Wang Langzhong has a cold face.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to give full play to his mental arithmetic skills, and then painted a cake for Wang Langzhong: "Master, I've calculated everything." "Typhoid Powder" was packaged in porcelain bottles at that time, and one bottle was a three-day supply, and the price was only 30 Wen. ”

Hearing that a bottle was priced at 30 Wen, a touch of disgust flashed in Wang Langzhong's eyes, "A bottle of 30 Wen, you sell 10,000 bottles, but 300 yuan, that is, the consultation fee for Master and me for one visit." ”

Zhang raised his eyebrows, "Master, you also underestimate me!" ”

Wang Langzhong looked at him puzzled, "How do you say this?" ”

Zhang Yang shook his arms to the air, "I want to sell a million bottles, ten million bottles, ten million bottles!" ”

"What?" Wang Langzhong didn't understand the amount he said at all.

Zhang Yang explained: "Master, don't worry, once "Typhoid Medicine" is launched, it will not be a problem to open up sales channels and earn tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars. ”

When it comes to making money, Wang Langzhong understood, and his eyes lit up.

It just so happened that Wang Yan came over with the brewed tea, "Grandpa, you take a sip of golden cinnamon tea to moisten your throat." ”

Wang Langzhong took the tea, his face was blank, and he reprimanded: "Yan'er, what kind of tea do you make?" Leave this kind of thing to the next person to do, you hurry up and Zhang Yang to study "Typhoid Medicine". ”