When I returned to the basement, the scumbag was already asleep, and I took off my clothes lightly, making a squirming sound.

Brother scumbag woke up, he yawned, sat up and lit a cigarette, rubbed his eyes, looked at me and said, "Why did you suddenly catch a cold, are you better?" ”

"It's okay, I lay in the hospital for a day, and then take some anti-inflammatory drugs, it's completely fine, it's not a big problem."

I put my clothes on the edge of the bed, threw my phone on the bed, pulled out a cigarette and tried to light one.

"If your throat is uncomfortable, smoke less."

Brother Scumbag frowned and flicked the ashes of his cigarette.

"Brother scumbag, when I came back just now, I saw someone following me, and I couldn't see my appearance clearly, whether it was someone sent by the old witch."

I collapsed on the bed, staring at the dark, damp concrete shed.

"Who else can there be besides her, you go out these days to pay attention and observe the movements around you more."

Brother Scumbag got up, extinguished his cigarette, and pulled his slippers to go out.

I took my phone, opened WeChat, found Xue Xinyan's avatar, clicked in, thought for a while, and typed in the chat box: Xinyan, she didn't embarrass you after you went back, right?

Brother Scumbag walked in, closed the door casually, lifted the quilt and got in, and the iron bed creaked.

"Brother scumbag, I'll go out with you tomorrow."

I put down my phone and said lightly.

"Whatever, if you can eat the bitterness, go try it for a few days."

After the scumbag brother finished speaking, he turned over, sighed twice, and prepared to sleep.

"You say, what does the old witch mean by giving me 200,000?"

There was deep doubt in my tone.

"Let you do business to make money, don't you have to have some capital to do anything, she is so rich, does she still care about the 200,000."

Brother Scumbag took the trouble to explain.

"But I don't know what to do?"

"Except for the abduction and deception, everything else can be done."

"For example?"

I pressed on.

"Oh, why do you kid have so many problems today, you think about what to do, but I advise you, stick to the end to have a good result."

Brother Scumbag is also impatient.

In a very luxuriously decorated café, there are two people, a man and a woman, the woman is noble and rich, wearing a very stylish white dress, a white ribbon tied around her waist, a pair of red high heels, a string of heart-shaped ruby earrings on her ears, some vicissitudes of life are covered by expensive cosmetics, there are a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her lips are painted in red and bright colors, which looks a little infiltrating.

Across from her sat a handsome and cold man, dressed in a light blue suit, with a button unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a white neck.

"How's it going, what's going on over there?"

She touched the cup in her hand, and the Blue Mountains in the cup shook slightly.

"Madam, this kid has been lying in the hospital for a day today, as if he has a cold, at about nine o'clock in the evening, he came out of the hospital with a girl, ate in a noodle restaurant, after the meal, the girl sent him home, and then parted ways."

The man said a lot in one breath, and he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip of it.

"So, he didn't do anything today?"

She frowned, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her, wanting a definite answer.

"Yes, ma'am, do you want to keep going?"

The man consulted him, with a humble and polite attitude.

"Of course you have to follow, I just want to see what that kid is capable of, tomorrow you go and observe it for yourself, what his movements are, and report to me immediately."

"Yes, ma'am, I see."

The man nodded slightly, picked up the cup, and drank it down.

The next morning, I was woken up by my scumbag.

"Hey, get up, you still want to make money from the stall with this virtue, and when you wake up, even the stall has been robbed by others, get up quickly."

Brother Scumbag frowned and lifted my quilt.

"Oh, it's only a little bit, get some more sleep."

I took my phone sleepily and lit up the screen, 5:05.

"Don't say I didn't remind you, if you want to go out with me, get up and wash your face, go to the yard for breakfast, if you don't want to go, then continue to sleep in your big sleep, hmph, don't bother to care about you."

With a snap, the door slammed shut.

I sat up lazily, rubbed my eyes, and yawned.

"Why do you have such a big temper?"

I muttered softly, slowly climbed out of bed, put on my clothes and walked out of the basement.

Brother Za sat on a bench eating bean paste buns, and there were two plates of pickles and a large basin of porridge on the table, and two salted duck eggs were placed next to the basin.

I walked over to the bucket, scooped up a large scoop of water and drank it, I always felt very thirsty because I had a fever and a cold yesterday and had taken a lot of anti-inflammatory drugs.

After drinking the water, I brought the washbasin again, scooped two scoops of water into the basin, washed my face, and suddenly felt a lot more sober.

Sitting at the table, I grabbed a bean paste bun and took two bites, and opened a salted duck egg and ate it with relish.

"You follow me for a few days, see where I buy the goods, and how to set up a stall, if you feel suitable, then you will do it alone in the future."

Brother Scumbag said while eating, and his mouth made a chirping sound.

"Brother scum, if I go to set up a stall, do I still have to pay for managing the market?"

I took a sip of porridge and looked at the scumbag with a puzzled expression.

"Of course, you have to pay a fee, and only when you pay the money can you be considered a legal business."

Brother Scumbag put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked to the bucket to drink water.

After eating, I walked out of the yard with my scumbag brother and came to the spacious street.

Although it was more than five o'clock in the morning, there were already many pedestrians on the street, some carrying briefcases, standing next to the bus stop, some holding breakfast in their hands, looking down at their watches while eating, and some sitting on chairs, cross-legged, playing with their mobile phones.

There are a few people running around from time to time, they are morning runners, get up early to exercise, and some people lead pet dogs to run together, cute and obedient dogs are tired to stick out their tongues, following behind the owner.

The sky is blue, the eastern canopy glows red, and the huge sun breaks through the horizon, illuminating everything in the world, awakening flowers, birds, fish, insects and sleeping people.

"Brother scum, people in this city are quite able to get up early, in our hometown, before eight o'clock, there are almost no people on the street."

I said as I walked, looking around.

"Well, life in this city is fast-paced, and if you want to make more money, you have to be diligent, as the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm, that's the truth."

Brother Scumbag took out a cigarette and handed it to me.

After walking for another half hour or so, the flea market appeared in front of us, and many people crowded at the door, waiting for the management to open the door.

Brother Scumbag led me into the crowd and moved towards the door.

The crowd was noisy and the accents of various regions could be heard.

"Brother scum, are most of the people who come here to set up stalls from outsiders?"

I pushed a man away and walked forward with difficulty.

"yes, we're selling here, and the locals come here to buy it."

Brother Scumbag turned around and said loudly.

"Then why don't the locals come here to set up stalls and make money?"

I continued to ask the scumbag, frowning as I crowded through the crowd.

"There are locals, but there are very few, and most of them are office workers."

Brother Scumbag explained to me briefly.

Stumbling, he finally squeezed to the edge of the iron gate.

"Come so early to grab a good stall, which determines the quality of your business for the day."

Brother Scumbag once again popularized the small experience of setting up a stall to me, and I listened as if I didn't understand.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man came out from the inside of the iron gate, he was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, a green dragon tattooed on his thick arm, and a very eye-catching scar on his face, showing an expression that he was not to be provoked with every movement.

He carried a large bunch of keys, which collided with each other and made a rattling sound.

When the crowd saw the man who opened the door coming, they crowded towards the big iron gate again, and made the final sprint.

"Hey, don't squeeze, oops, you stepped on my foot."

The crowd was agitated and made a buzzing noise.

The middle-aged man walked to the door, took out a key, opened the lock, and pulled out the chain on the door.

The iron door opened, the crowd rushed into the flea market like a flood, and the scumbag brother walked quickly to a stall not far from the door, and I followed him in a panic, as if I had come to a battlefield with cold weapons, which made me nervous and broke out in a cold sweat.

After occupying a vantage point, he picked up a brick from the ground and pressed it against the stall.

I asked, "What is this for?" ”

"You don't understand this, it means that there are people in this stall, and others can't come."

Brother Scumbag proudly took out a cigarette, lit one, and walked in the direction of the warehouse, ready to take out the goods.

In order to distinguish the goods, the people who manage the market have built hundreds of single rooms in this huge warehouse, and if they want to store things here, they need to pay 1,000 yuan every month, so as to avoid the trouble of carrying large bags and small bags on the way back and forth.

Brother Scumbag found his single room, took out the key, opened the lock on the door, pushed open the door and walked in, there were bags of clothes stacked here, Brother Slag pulled out two sacks and threw them at the door.

"Brother scumbag, how many days can this sack of clothing be sold?"

I dragged the sack out of the private room and asked the scumbag.

"If you're lucky, you can sell it in a day."

"Ah, so fast."

I looked at the scum brother with a surprised expression.

"That's right, when business is good, you can sell two sacks a day."

Brother Scumbag pursed his lips and continued to pick and choose in the warehouse.

"What about when business is bad?"

I continued to ask the scumbag.

"When the business is cold, a sack of clothing can be sold for about a week, and then it has to be sold, even if you lose money, you have to sell it, you must not overstock too many clothes, you must buy some clothes that are easy to sell and fashionable styles."

Brother Scumbag picked up the small bucket on the ground, put the towel in the bucket on his shoulder, turned around and walked out of the warehouse, and locked the iron door.

I went back to the stall with Brother Scum, and sure enough, no one occupied the booth in the best location, so Brother Slag took down the bricks, opened the sack, and took out the clothes inside.

I helped the scumbag brother put the clothes on the stall, and the business was opened.

"Brother scumbag, are the managers here linked to the underworld?"

"It's more or less related, because this market is big, it's mixed, and it needs a group of capable people to manage it."

Brother Scumbag stuffed the towel on his shoulder into the bucket, twisted it twice, and put it around his neck again.

At this time, a straight, cold and handsome man walked over, he was wearing a dark blue suit and black leather shoes, and his dress did not match the environment.

I was looking down to chat with the scumbag and didn't look up at him.

"How do you sell this dress?"

He picked up a green short-sleeved shirt and asked the scumbag.

I looked up at him and was instantly stunned by the man in front of me, how could it be him?