Zhu Xiaohua, Chen Xiangwan, Zhu Xiaoyan and a group of neighbors thanked the police and went out.

Everyone went all the way and discussed all the way.

"Someone came to rob in broad daylight, and it was too lawless."

"Yes, it's just horrible. If you come back a little later, the consequences are unimaginable. ”

There are also neighbors who comfort Zhu Xiaoyan: "In the future, a little girl's family, you must be careful when you go out." If you encounter a bad guy, call your neighbors' uncles and aunts in time. ”

The next day, the studio closed, and the staff were on standby at home.

learned that Mr. Yao and Chi Zhong had an accident, and everyone rumored that the capital chain of the Ming Light Photo Studio had been broken.

In a few stores in Los Angeles, the price of the newly bought film was only 12 yuan. These stores are all purchased from a batch of film that has arrived in Zhengcheng.

The wholesale price of this batch of film is only six yuan, and twelve yuan is still the retail price to the outside world.

Huang Ren walked out and asked about the price of film in a nearby store, and couldn't help but sigh: "This price is far lower than the cost price." ”

Now that his e-watch business is in trouble and in desperate need of money, he decides to sell it at any cost.

He entrusted two friends to help him ship the goods.

Huang Ren said: "You two help me to inquire and see where I can sell in Los Angeles, and I can sell the film to him at the cost price of seven yuan." ”

Seven yuan is only the purchase price of a small part of the goods, and the purchase price of more goods is more than thirty yuan, and he has already lost money when he sells it for seven yuan.

But who is he, Huang Ren?

used to be 10,000 yuan households, 100,000 yuan households.

Can he tell people he's in a loss-making business?

As a well-known figure in the circle, he still wants face.

He certainly can't tell people that he's selling at a loss.

So he declared that seven yuan was the cost price.

These two friends were also righteous enough, and each of them directly asked for fifty boxes, with a total price of thirty-five thousand.

After the two got the goods, they went to large and small stores and photo studios in Los Angeles to distribute the goods.

As a result of this photo storm that has swept the city, many people have realized that taking pictures can be done as a business. It turns out that many photo studios that have closed down have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Taking advantage of the low price of film, many photo studios began to stock up.

However, the price of Zheng Cheng's film is too low, as long as he buys more than 50 boxes, he can be used as a wholesale customer and buy directly for six yuan.

Huang Ren's film was not advantageous in comparison, and only one or two boxes were sold sporadically.

The two friends immediately complained.

The two said to Huang Ren: "Boss Huang, your film is still a bit expensive, sell it to us for seven yuan." It only costs six dollars on the market, and it can't be sold at all. ”

Huang Ren's electronic watch business needs a lot of cash, he gritted his teeth and said: "Then continue to reduce the price, down to six yuan, your loss, one dollar per box, I will replenish you." ”

Huang Ren immediately refunded the difference to these two friends, and each returned 5,000 yuan. The whole 10,000 yuan was returned like this.

Thinking that when he bought the film, it cost 300,000 yuan, and now he has only recovered 60,000 yuan, and he is immediately discouraged.

On this day, Huang Ren was reading a magazine of an electronic watch at home when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

He put down the magazine and looked up at the window, only to see two policemen at the door asking people passing by about something, and several people around him were still pointing and pointing.

Huang Ren went downstairs, pushed open the door, and stepped forward to ask.

I only heard the police say: "Recently, there was a murder on the other side of the small river canal, have you seen people wearing brown jackets and riding magenta motorcycles?" ”

They all shook their heads.

Someone said, "Our old street is a little too far away from the small river ditch." ”

Someone else asked, "What day was the murder?" ”

The police replied: "November 5th." On November 6, at the scene of the Xiaohe ditch crime, someone else saw the suspect with his own eyes. The suspect, wearing the same brown jacket and riding the same magenta motorcycle, passed by the scene of the crime, and when the crowd spotted him, he turned around and ran. ”

These people recalled the scene on November 6.

Some people work in the factory that day, and some people go out to visit relatives. Others were squatting at the base of the wall and basking in the sun.

Things are a little far away, many people can't remember them anymore, and their memories are a little blurry.

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly said: "Boss Huang, do you have a magenta motorcycle?" ”

Huang Ren was taken aback.

The eyes of everyone, including the two policemen, all looked at Huang Ren.

Huang Renqiang pretended to be calm and said: "There are many people who have motorcycles these years. Just a magenta motorcycle doesn't mean much. Besides, our old street is so far away from the small river ditch, who will go where if there is nothing to do? ”

The crowd felt that it made sense.

The police recorded a few strokes in the notebook, and then reminded everyone: "If you think of any valuable clues, please come to us as soon as possible." For those who report meritorious service, we have a heavy reward, a reward of 200 yuan. ”

When the neighbors heard this, they immediately became excited: "Two hundred yuan, this is a year's income." Whoever finds a suspect will be rich. ”

After the police left, Huang Ren suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw that it was his childhood playmate, Lao Liu.

The sixth beckoned Huang Ren to go to a nearby alley for a secret talk.

Huang Ren couldn't help but sink in his heart when he saw the mysterious appearance of the sixth child.

The sixth walked in front, Huang Ren followed, and the two avoided the crowd and walked straight into the depths of the alley.

Walking straight into two or three hundred meters away, the sixth man stopped.

The sixth said: "Brown jacket, magenta motorcycle." I remember that on November 6th, you were dressed like this. ”

Huang Ren's heart sank again.

The sixth said: "Brother Huang, we are good buddies, tell me, is it the person you hit?" ”

Huang Ren shook his head resolutely: "Of course it's not me." ”

Lao Liu looked at Huang Ren meaningfully and said, "You came back that day wearing a brown jacket and riding a magenta motorcycle. After hearing us talk about what happened on the other side of the ditch in the creek, you hurried out again.

"And when you came back that day, you changed your clothes, stopped riding your motorcycle, and cut your head with leprosy by the way. That's a coincidence, isn't it? ”

Huang Ren pretended to be calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent.

He thought, what if the sixth child really guessed it, should he kill him?

As soon as he started to kill, two cyclists walked over at the mouth of the alley. The two bicycles came one after the other, and rang the bell, and Lao Yuan shouted: "Let one, let one go, my bicycle handbrake is not working, and I am not responsible for hitting someone." ”

Huang Rengang's killing intent immediately calmed down.

Huang Ren gave way backwards, leaned against the wall, and let the bicycle pass.

The sixth man continued: "Brother Huang, for the sake of us being good buddies, you can tell me the truth. Is it you? ”