In the interrogation room of the police station, Zheng Yifan and four people plus Tang's mother and Tang's father. Sitting in the interrogation room, there was a simple question and answer, and then no one paid any attention to them.

The fat man kept smiling and looking at the policeman opposite, which was terrifying.

"Boy, you are amazing, you actually asked Deputy Director Hao of the Municipal Bureau to personally help you solve these trivial matters." The police looked at Zheng Yifan and them with an undeleted face.

In just ten minutes, Zheng Yifan and the others were sent out of the police station by the director of the sub-bureau, and the tent of beating more than a dozen people into the hospital naturally disappeared with the wind.

"Well, it's over, my dad will definitely treat me to a whip stew again when I get home." The fat man's face was full of frustration, and as long as he heard his voice, he had the feeling of seeing an eagle's chick.

"Hey! Xiaojun, how did you get fat like this, how long has it been? It's not half a year, right? You've gained weight several times. I almost don't recognize you. "Out of the other room came a middle-aged man full of military taste, no pot-bellied, no brain-filled, no rhetoric, just like a pure soldier, meticulous.

Just by looking at it, you can see that he's the kind of guy who will force himself back when he runs out of anything. A man of demanding principles.

"Uncle Hao, don't hurt me, how difficult it is for me to lose weight. You might as well grow more meat. Let's lose weight when we have the chance. The fat man rubbed his face vigorously.

"Okay, you guys go home, they won't embarrass you, I also understand the matter, the demolition money on the side of the real estate developer will be paid in full, no one dares to make trouble, and the house that will be moved will also give you a set of commercial housing." Deputy Director Hao said it very casually, as casually as buying a cabbage in the vegetable market.

Subsequently, Zheng Yifan and Deputy Director Hao parted ways, this time Deputy Director Hao happened to come to visit his old comrades-in-arms who were injured in the army before, and happened to encounter this matter, so he came over to deal with it.

It really didn't take much time, it was just half an hour, and it was all done, and Tang Hao's house was completed.

Just when Tang's mother and Tang's father were about to thank him, Deputy Director Hao had already taken a car away.

"That's it? Don't lose a penny? And replaced the demolished house with a commercial house? Dad Tang still looked at the police station a little timidly.

This place is not a good place for ordinary people, and you have to peel off the skin at least once you enter.

But today, they came out safely, and the usual wolf-like police actually sent them out.

"Auntie, this is the power of privilege, those who stand at the top of the food chain can decide the life and death of the lower buildings, those things that are difficult for us to the heavens can never be done, maybe for the upper classes, it is a matter of one sentence." Zheng Yifan comforted Tang's father, but he was more reminding himself that the superstructure was what he should chase and become the small group of people who controlled his own destiny.

Zheng Yifan gritted his teeth secretly, next time, he must not let others help him, but let himself help those who need his help, those friends and relatives of his own.

Walking and walking, there was nothing to say along the way, Li Fatzi's face was almost purple all the way, and his face was black, and it seemed that he was about to drip water.

When Tang's father and Tang's mother returned to the house, one packed up their things, and the other went out to find a place to rent a house, the four young people sat on the dilapidated stool in the yard.

"Actually, we should really do something, and we should have a good appearance no matter what. Otherwise, now, even a thug can come up and step on two feet, and you don't dare to fight back, it's too breathless. Li Fatzi, who had the most short temper, was the first to speak, and the depression in his heart was overflowing.

"If we don't count on the strength of our fathers, what can we poor boys do? I can't even earn back the money for food. Four top students majoring in finance, do they go to sell egg cakes on the street? Tang Hao said dejectedly.

Zhao Kai also sighed beside him: "A few of us, Li Jun's family has money, but he is angry with his family, he never takes much money from his family, and he has to find a job by himself, we have no way, what can we do in this human society now?" ”

The four of them looked at each other silently, one by one dejected.

"Perhaps...... Maybe I can give you an idea. Zheng Yifan pondered for a long time before he sank.

"What kind of business can you do?" Tang Hao first looked at Zheng Yifan with bright eyes. Among these people, he is the most short of money, although he has solved the problem of the house and the problem of gangsters, but the decoration of the house and the maintenance of his parents have worried him.

Originally, the family had only one acre of land, my mother was working as a sanitation worker, and my father had to pick up vegetable fields, and usually had to get gold and silver paper to fold some gold and silver ingots and sell them to the funeral shop to supplement the family.

These incomes can only barely make ends meet, and supporting Tang Hao to go to college has already spent the last bit of savings of this poor family.

As for the extremely poor households? Please, don't think about it, this thing, except for the disabled, is snack money for the privileged class.

"I have a friend who is doing import and export trade and needs a lot of materials, so I want to set up a trading company, specifically follow his path, and expand my business in the future, with the first business, the company can do better." Zheng Yifan is a little unsure of what these buddies think, but his trading company is all for himself. What did he do with all the hard work to make so much money? Naturally, I want to have a place in the apocalyptic world. Hundreds of thousands of people in the gathering place, the materials needed to eat and drink every day can be piled up into a mountain, this is not counting the trade of cold weapons, the blacksmith can beat as fast as the mold forging? Just kidding, right?

At worst, you have to be qualified to create your own chamber of commerce, and then sell the goods, the image of the mourning crystal is too big for himself, and Captain America's ability alone allows him to single-handedly take on a dozen ordinary people, if he gives it a go, it is not a dream to fight against a hundred. What about later? What magical abilities will there be?

"Import and export trading company? It requires a lot of licenses, and it would be nice if it was just an ordinary trading company. Tang Hao immediately pointed out the key, ordinary trading companies, just find an intermediary company to register, and you don't have to worry about capital verification or anything. In the end, it was done by paying 2,000 yuan, and only 5,000 yuan was needed for the advance of 1 million.

"At the beginning, we don't need to engage in import and export trade, and when we need it later, or we can provide enough transaction volume to get a license." Zheng Yifan said in advance.

At this time, the fat man also interjected: "Yes, when our business is on track and we have the confidence to speak, I will beg my uncle to go and take the license as soon as possible." ”

For a while, everyone was gearing up and ready to start work at any time.

"Okay! I've been going to my friend for the next few days to finalize the matter, and he's doing a good job now. There will definitely be no shortage of a few of us to eat. Zheng Yifan decided to contribute some of the resources of the last days. At least a few buddies will support him together, so he can have more time to operate in the last days, and the real materials, a few buddies can buy them on behalf of him.

In today's world, the balance of interests is the king, otherwise the road will be dead, as long as there is a last day to save zài, the amount of money is only a matter of time.