I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 97 Are You Sick? (Please subscribe~)

From the beginning to the end, Qin Yao never regarded Chenghuang Street as his forbidden area, and he never cared what other people opened on this street.

As long as you do the right thing, it doesn't matter even if you open a brothel, but you can't do it in a smokehouse!

People can be bad, but they can't be so bad that they are inhuman.

Stuff like opium is a poison that wipes out human nature. Not to mention this era, even in the future era, there are still few examples of selling children, daughters, and wives for a breath of smoke?

Let's not talk about justice or conscience, just talk about influence.

To put it mildly, the Tobacco House is grandly opened on Chenghuang Street. Will the employees in the building want to try it?It doesn't matter if you try this one, you will embark on a road of no return. At that time, under the control of drug addiction, what else can't be done, what else can't be sold?
On a bigger scale, will those guests who come to Chenghuang Street be curious, and will they take a sip with the mentality of giving it a try?And as more and more people smoke, what will Chenghuang Street look like?
Some things, once opened, can predict the future.

Only by blocking this thing from the source and not giving it a chance to test human nature can future collapse be avoided.

After all, human nature cannot stand the test!
……

Near Chenghuang Department Store.

Su Lun in a suit and leather shoes ran back and forth, directing the decoration of the store.

Two days ago, he almost smashed the gate of the police station to pieces. He searched for multiple departments and relationships, trying to seek official help.

However, I don't know if the police chiefs in this prefecture are really honest and upright, or if they are under some kind of power, and there is not even one person who is willing to give him a definite answer.

It's a pity that the whole country is now in a treacherous state, and no warlord dares to provoke a war easily. Otherwise, if the city is knocked down and the guns clear the way, how can there be such troubles?

"Oh!"

"Boom bang bang..."

Just as he was sighing because of this, a group of strong men with cloth masks suddenly rushed into the gate with various weapons, beating anyone and smashing things when they saw them, scaring a group of workers to scream and run away. .

"Who are you, do you know who I am?!" Perhaps because of the confidence brought by the warlord, Su Lun was not frightened, but instead burst into anger and asked loudly.

"boom!"

What responded to him was a wooden stick that grew bigger and bigger in his pupils and hit his head heavily.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Lun, who was suffering from a splitting headache, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that he seemed to be lying on a hospital bed. Not far away, several soldiers in military uniform were flirting with the nurses in the hospital.

"Why am I here?" He covered his head and tried to sit up.

Hearing his voice, several soldiers in uniform quickly became serious and strode to the hospital bed.

"Mr. Su, someone called the police, and we brought you here after we dispatched the police."

Suppressing his headache, Su Lun asked in a deep voice, "Is the investigation clear? Who did it?"

"The incident happened suddenly, and since those people were covering their faces, no witnesses could be found..."

"That is to say, you didn't find anything?" Su Lun interrupted.

"You can say that." The military uniform sighed helplessly.

Su Lun gritted his teeth and said, "I know who did it. Do you have the guts to follow me to arrest someone?"

Several soldiers in uniform looked at each other, and one of them asked, "Who does Mr. Su suspect?"

"City God Department Store, Ren Tingting!"

The uniforms suddenly fell silent, and after a long time, the leader said seriously: "Mr. Su, don't talk nonsense, do you have evidence?"

……

The next day, early morning.

With a gauze wrapped around his head, Su Lun walked into a mansion with the tone of "local tyrant gold" and found his boss, Mr. Qian, who was the staff of the mansion at the time.

"Didn't you go to the border city to open up the market? What's the matter with the head injury?" Mr. Qian, whose real name is Qian Guangguang, is in his forties, wearing a Confucian gown, refined and capable.

"Consultant Qian, I was beaten back." Su Lun said with a wry smile.

Qian Guangguang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "You are in business, and if you are not righteous in business, why would someone beat you?"

Su Lun took a breath silently, and said: "There is a Chenghuang Street in the city, and there is a department store on the street, the business is booming!

I had my eye on this place and tried to apply for a smoking counter, only to be flatly rejected.

As a last resort, I bought two shops next to the building, which were being renovated, but the shops were smashed.

Ren Tingting from Chenghuang Department Store made it clear that she didn't want to see the opium business. "

"What did the police department say?" Qian Guangguang asked softly.

"What else can I say? The police department has been bought out by the department store, and no one cares about it at all." Su Lun spread his hands.

Qian Guangguang was silent for a moment, and then said: "Go to Duan Shirui, send a team over there, smash down the building of Chenghuang Department Store, and set up the flag inside the building. Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. We have nothing in Fucheng." , are you afraid that you will fail with them?"

Su Lun paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Over there at the police station..."

"As many brothers are caught, I will release them on bail. You can act with confidence." Qian Guangguang said, then changed the subject: "Xiao Lun, you have to understand that doing opium business is not doing business properly. You have to be ruthless. Hard enough, fierce enough, like a nail standing upside down on the ground, no one dares to touch it, can there be room for development. This time the action is called, Raptors Crossing the River!"

Fucheng.

Chenghuang Street.

Wearing a slim black suit, Xiao Zhuo pushed open the wooden door of the fitting room of the department store, holding a slender cigarette between his slender fingers, and walked up to Qin Yao step by step, and asked with a smile: "I wear this... Does it look good?"

Qin Yao stared at her blankly, for a moment, as if he had returned to the future...

Although new ideas and new trends have swept across the country, there is no women's style of clothing such as suits. The main clothing for women is still skirts and cheongsams, which are becoming more and more refined.

Qin Yao didn't expect that Xiao Zhuo was not interested in those jackets and skirts at all. After picking out two cheongsams, he walked out of the fitting room wearing a men's suit...

"Looking at your reaction, it should be fine."

Xiao Zhuo pursed his lips and smiled, twirling the cigarette nimbly with his fingers, and asked the waiter beside him, "Is there any women's style for this kind of clothes?"

With the big boss at his side, the waiter was obviously a little nervous, and stammered, "There are no women's models, miss."

Xiao Zhuo was slightly disappointed: "That's it!"

"Go find a tailor." Qin Yao ordered.

The waiter was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized: "Yes, big boss..."

"Why are you looking for a tailor? Do you know how to design clothes?" Xiao Zhuo asked in surprise.

Qin Yao smiled slightly: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

Xiao Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "If you can design a suit that satisfies me, I will promise you one condition."

Qin Yao pursed his lips, and said to the second waiter who came up, "Bring a pen and paper..."

Shortly after.

An old tailor took a piece of white paper from Qin Yao's hand, pointed to the pattern of the long black dress on it and said, "Mr. Qin, I can still understand the western skirt you designed, but what do you mean by such long socks... ?”

Qin Yao lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "This is not a simple sock, but... a black tear."

"Black tear??"

The old tailor looked bewildered: "Is it cold-proof?"

"Black tear, black tear, of course it's for tearing!" Qin Yao looked up at the female ghost in a suit with a delicate face, and said with a chuckle.

The old tailor: "???"

What's wrong with you? !
(End of this chapter)