Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 18 Reality
Li An knocked on the table: "Ah Xin, what do you think of opening a newspaper stall?"

"It's very good. I get newspapers from newspaper vendors and make a profit of three cents. They sell the newspapers themselves, so I can make about five cents at least. I can easily sell five to six hundred copies a day, plus magazines and tabloids."

Ah Xin counted on his fingers: "Wow, you can make 50 yuan a day. That's enough to pay for the house in a month."

"What about cigarettes and soda?"

Li An added on the side.

The filing license is allowed to operate cigarettes and soft drinks.

It's just that during this period, selling newspapers is enough to support the family, so there are fewer newspapers that take into account cigarettes and the like.

In his previous life, he worked as a convenience store exclusive, and he is very aware of the profits of cigarettes.

The convenience store has a full range of cigarette certificates, and the profit of other commodities can easily exceed [-] a year.

Even if the cigarette prices are not high, most convenience stores can still pay the rent with profits from cigarettes alone.

Otherwise, can there be so many convenience stores in the community?
Already dead!

Do you really think that convenience stores don’t have smoking licenses and can only rely on other retail products to support themselves?
Even if the supply of tobacco decreases later, the corresponding price increase on cigarettes will not make less money, but may actually make more.

"Cigarettes? Soda?" A Xin frowned: "Then you're too busy?"

Li An smiled: "Are you busy? Hire someone! Selling two more boxes of soda and two packs of cigarettes will not only make two yuan."

As he spoke, he looked at Ah Xin with a smile:

"How about I open a newspaper stall and let you take care of it?"

"This." Ah Xin wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to speak.

Working part-time is two yuan a day, and he can earn six yuan a day selling newspapers, sometimes even more. After paying the fees, he can earn more than a hundred a month, which is better than part-time work.

But he was able to sell newspapers safely at Pier 2 only because of Sanjiangshui's permission.

If you don't agree, then.
Just when he was thinking wildly and at a loss, Li An spoke again:
"Don't say I don't take care of you, the salary is 150 yuan, and the filing is handed over to you for management.

Every day at four o'clock in the morning, you go to buy the newspapers, tabloids, and magazines of the day, and I will help you find a handyman.If the operation is successful, I will give you five points of the monthly profit. "

Hearing this, Ah Xin's face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Brother An! It's okay if I don't want any dividends. The Hong Kong government sells newspaper licenses in limited quantities. If you go to the Department of Health to get it, you'll have to pay a large bonus."

Li An waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this. You can still sell newspapers these days. I will let you know when I get to work."

"Understood." Ah Xin nodded hastily.

Put the tea cup on the table, pick up the newspaper and get up to leave.

"The kidnapping of the three wolves shocked Hong Kong Island? It caused the rich in Kowloon to panic?"

The large red letters occupy the most prominent position in the newspaper.

Li An opened the newspaper and read it with interest.

"Recently, three men wearing wolf head masks."

Near noon.

Sitting in the arbor with a big horse, Sanjiangshui yelled at Li An on the pier:

"Hey! Ann, it's time to eat."

Li An nodded to him from afar, and then looked at Chiao who came down from the freighter.

"Has the ship been unloaded?"

Chiu pouted at the cart parked beside him, and responded, "This is the last cart."

While talking, a dozen coolies carrying goods on their shoulders descended one by one along the gangplank from the bow to the pier.

Bang!
As the last bag of goods was neatly placed, the cart, which made a creaking sound, was pushed and pulled toward the exit of the pier by the three people standing by.

Because freight vehicles cannot enter the port, the cart is the main short-distance transportation tool on the wharf.

Li An used a pen to make a record in the account, and then walked to Sanjiangshui.

He pulled out the bench and sat down, looked at the two large bowls of paparazzi powder on the table, and joked:

"Wow, why don't you be so exaggerated and eat this every day. Don't you get tired of it?"

Sanjiangshui put on a bitter face, and took over the conversation: "You think I think so, it's not your sister-in-law who said that things outside cost money."

"Ha ha."

Li An couldn't help laughing out loud.

Soaked in soup, he lowered his head and took a big bite.

Halfway through the meal, San Jiangshui, who was sweating from the tip of his nose, raised his head and said:

"I'll let you rest for two days tomorrow, and I'll ask Ajie to take your place."

"It's so good! I didn't rest for half a month, and I thought you were picking skins every week." Li An stopped his chopsticks and made a joke.

"No? Then I'll tell Ajie."

"How could it be? I just took these two days to look for a house. You know, my house in the wooden house area is occupied by Ahao and his friends. It's not convenient to always live in Master's place."

On the other side, the Kowloon City District Police Station.

Bang!
Smith stood up, slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table, and shouted at the man in front of him in proficient Chinese:
"Is this what you said the case was closed in three days?! Open your eyes and read these reports."

"Sir, give me a little more time and I will definitely solve the case. I will take care of the newspaper matter, and there will be absolutely no report on this case tomorrow." The man had a smile on his face.

"idiot!"

Smith grabbed the newspaper on the table and slapped it on the man's face, spitting everywhere.

"Do you think the matter is not big enough? Or do you think our police station is not famous enough? Do you think you can shut up the Hong Kong Times and the Gazette with your body?

ah!Do you still want to do this as a detective? "

"." The man looked at the angry foreign superintendent in front of him and said nothing.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

Smith panted heavily and sat down again.

"Come in!"

Zhou Sheng pushed open the door of the superintendent's office and shouted to the ghost guy sitting behind the desk:

"Sir!"

He yelled at the man again: "Detective!"

The man looked at him quickly: "Caught it?"

Zhou Sheng nodded.

A smile suddenly appeared on the man's face, he looked at Smith, and was about to speak.

"you shut up!"

Smith glared at him viciously, and pointed at Zhou Sheng.

"Tell me!"

Zhou Sheng glanced at the man, saw his subtle nod, and then said:

"Sir, the kidnapped Boss Huang has been rescued, and the three suspects have also been brought to justice.

It's just that Boss Huang's son was buried alive, and now the guys are holding the suspect and looking for a place to bury the body.As for the 200 million ransom, only 150 million was recovered, and the remaining 50 was squandered by the three people. "

Smith's face looked better now: "Continue talking."

Zhou Sheng cleared his throat and spoke again:
"According to the account of the three suspects, they were Mr. Huang who was kidnapped at the entrance of the Lichun Nightclub. Because Mr. Huang knew one of them named Ah Hui, there was an argument between the two sides, and the three of them knocked him out by mistake.

Just when the three of them were about to bury him, the young master Huang who woke up was still arrogant, so the three of them ruthlessly killed him and buried him.

Unwilling to fail to get the ransom, the three people once again targeted Boss Huang and cut off one of his ears to blackmail his family. Only then did they get a ransom of 200 million. "

Smith nodded with satisfaction: "Well done, remember to write a detailed report to me. Before leaving get off work, arrange for reporters to come to my office."

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Sheng stepped out of the office.

When I came to the office area, I glanced at the busy colleagues and came to the desk in the corner.

Zhou Sheng pulled out his chair and sat down, resting for a while.

I took the pen on the table and when I was about to write a report, I found that there was no paper.

Opening the drawer, three large rolls of brand new Hong Kong paper came into view.

A moment of silence.

Zhou Sheng sighed, found a cowhide envelope, put the money into the envelope, and said in a low voice:
"Master, who doesn't want to be a good person? But in reality, it's not up to us to decide!"

(End of this chapter)