Chapter 18: Reality
Li An knocked on the table: "Ah Xin, what do you think of opening a newspaper stall?" β
"Very good, I take the newspaper from the newspaper seller, and the profit is three points, and they sell the newspaper file themselves, and they can earn about five points to say the least. It easily sells five or six hundred copies a day, plus magazines, tabloids, ......"
Ah Xin counted while breaking his fingers: "Wow, how can you earn forty or fifty yuan a day." That month...... It's enough for the building. β
"What if you add cigarettes and soda?"
Ang Lee added on the side.
The filing license is allowed to deal in cigarettes and soft drinks.
It's just that the newspapers of this period are enough to sell newspapers to support the family, so there are fewer newspapers such as cigarettes.
In his previous life, he was a convenience store exclusive, and he knew too well the profits of cigarettes.
The convenience store has a full range of cigarette licenses, and the profit of other goods can easily be more than 100,000 a year.
Even if the cigarette stalls are not high, most convenience stores can pay rent from the profits of cigarettes alone.
How else could there be so many convenience stores in the community?
It's long gone!
Do you really think that convenience stores don't have cigarette licenses and only rely on other retail products to support themselves?
Even if the supply of tobacco decreases later, the corresponding increase in the price of cigarettes will not make less money, but may be more.
"Cigarettes? Soda pop? Ah Xin frowned: "Isn't that busy?" β
Li An smiled: "Can't be busy?" Please! Selling two more cases of soda and two packs of cigarettes will not only make two dollars. β
As he spoke, he looked at Ah Xin with a smile:
"How about I open a newspaper and leave it to you?"
"This ........" Ah Xin had the heart to refuse, but he didn't dare to speak.
Working for two yuan a day, he can earn six yuan a day by selling newspapers, sometimes more, and he can earn more than 100 yuan a month after paying the fees, which is better than a part-time job.
But he was able to sell newspapers safely at Pier 2 with the permission of Sanjiang Shui.
If you don't say yes, then ......
Just when he was thinking wildly and was at a loss, Ang Lee spoke again:
"Don't say I don't take care of you, the salary is one hundred and fifty yuan, and the report will be handed over to you to manage.
Every day at four o'clock in the morning, the newspapers, tabloids, and magazines of the day, you go to buy, and I will help you find a handyman. If the business is good, I will give you five points of profit per month. β
Hearing this, Ah Xin's face showed joy: "Thank you, Brother An!" It's okay if I don't want dividends...... That is, the license of the newspaper file is sold in limited quantities by the Hong Kong government, and if you go to the Department of Health to get it, you have to pay a large amount of money. β
Li An waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this, you still sell newspapers these days, and I will inform you when you go to work." β
"Got it." Ah Xin nodded hurriedly.
Put the teacup on the table, pick up the newspaper and get up to leave.
"The kidnapping case of the three wolves shocked Hong Kong Island? Causing panic among the rich in Kowloon? β
The large red letters occupy the most prominent position in the newspaper.
Li An spread out the newspaper and read it with relish.
"Recently, three men wearing wolf head masks ......"
..........
It's close to noon.
Sanjiang Shui Dama Jindao sat in the pergola and shouted at Li An on the pier:
"Hey! Ann, it's time to eat. β
Li An nodded at him from a distance, and then looked at the planner who stepped down from the freighter.
"Is this ship finished unloading?"
The chipper nodded at the cart parked next to him, and responded, "That's the last car." β
As he spoke, a dozen or so coolies carrying goods on their shoulders descended one after another along the gangplank from the bow of the ship to the dock.
Boom!
As the last bag of goods was neatly placed, the squeaky cart was pushed and pulled by the three people waiting on the side towards the exit of the dock.
Because freight vehicles cannot enter the port, pallet trucks are the main means of short-distance transportation on the terminal.
Li An made a record on the handbook with a pen, and then walked towards Sanjiangshui.
He pulled out the bench and sat down, looked at the two large bowls of paparazzi on the table, and quipped:
"Wow, don't be so exaggerated, eat this every day. Not tired? β
Sanjiangshui made a bitter face and took over the conversation: "Do you think I want to, it's not your sister-in-law who said that things outside cost money." β
"Haha......"
Ang Lee couldn't help laughing.
Dipping in the soup, he lowered his head and took a big bite.
Halfway through eating, Sanjiangshui, who was sweating on the tip of his nose, raised his head and said:
"I'll give you two days off tomorrow, and I'll let Applejack take your place."
"So good! I haven't rested for half a month, and I thought you were peeling. Ang Lee stopped his chopsticks and made a joke.
"Don't? I'll talk to Applejack about it. β
"How could it be. I just took advantage of the past two days to find a house, you know, the house in my wooden house area is for Ah Hao and them to live in, and it is not convenient to live in Master. β
..............
..............
On the other side, the Kowloon City Divisional Police Station.
Boom!
Smith stood up, slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table, and yelled at the man in front of him in proficient Chinese:
"That's what you call closing the case in three days?! You look at these reports with your eyes wide open. β
"Sir, give me a little more time and I'll definitely solve the case. I will take care of the newspaper matter, and there will be no coverage of this case tomorrow. The man had a smile on his face.
"Stupid pig!"
Smith grabbed the newspaper on the table and slapped it in the man's face, spitting all over the place.
"You don't think it's big enough? Or do you think our police station isn't reputable enough? Do you think you can shut up the Hong Kong Times and the Gazette with your skin?
Yes! Do you want to do it as a detective? β
"......" The man looked at the angry foreigner superintendent in front of him and stopped talking.
Knock knock!
There was a knock on the door.
Smith gasped and sat back down.
"Come in!"
Zhou Sheng pushed open the door of the superintendent's office and shouted at the ghost sitting behind the desk:
βsirοΌβ
shouted at the man again: "Detective! β
The man hurriedly looked at him: "Caught?" β
Zhou Sheng nodded.
The man suddenly smiled and looked at Smith, just about to speak.
"You, shut up!"
Smith glared at him viciously and stretched out his hand to Zhou Sheng.
"Come!"
Zhou Sheng glanced at the man, saw his faint nod, and then said:
"Sir, the kidnapped Boss Huang has been rescued, and the three suspects have also been arrested.
It's just that Boss Huang's son-in-law was alive and buried, and now the guys are holding on to the suspect looking for a burial position. As for the two million ransom, only 1.5 million were recovered, and another 500,000 was squandered by the three of them. β
Smith's face looked a little better: "Go on." β
Zhou Sheng cleared his throat and spoke again:
According to the confession of the three suspects, they were kidnapped by Huang Gongzi at the entrance of the Lichun nightclub, just because Huang Gongzi knew one of their suspects named Ah Hui, the two sides had a quarrel, and the three of them knocked him unconscious.
Just when the three of them were about to bury it, Huang Gongzi, who woke up, was still arrogant, so he was ruthlessly buried by the three of them.
The three people who were unwilling to get the ransom again targeted Boss Huang and cut off one of Boss Huang's ears to blackmail his family, so they got a ransom of two million. β
Smith nodded in satisfaction: "Good job, remember to write me a detailed report." Before I get off work, arrange for reporters to come to my office. β
βyesοΌsirοΌβ
Zhou Sheng stepped out of the office.
Coming to the office area, I glanced at my busy colleagues and came to the desk in the corner.
Zhou Sheng pulled out a chair and sat down and rested for a while.
I took the pen on the table and prepared to write a report, but found that there was no paper.
When I opened the drawer, I saw three large rolls of brand new Hong Kong paper.
There was a moment of silence.
Zhou Sheng sighed, found a cowhide envelope, and said in a low voice while putting the money into the envelope:
"Master, who wouldn't want to be a good person? But reality is not our turn! β