Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Others only envy his handsome appearance, but they don't know how much trouble his looks have brought him.

I was forcibly dragged into the toilet several times.

I haven't dared to take a bath several times.

Several times when I went to sleep, I had to curl up into a ball, with one eye open and the other closed.

several times...

Or ten or more times...

He lost count; all he knew was that after the man in front of him was transferred to their cell, none of this happened again.

He would never forget the time the other person viciously snapped off the fingers of the death row inmate.

His gaze was devoid of pity, as if he were doing something amusing.

He still remembers the scene where he forced the broken finger on the other person, his bloodthirsty and cruel manner.

Throughout the prison, some people may have feared him, hated him, and some even wished him dead.

But only Zhang Jun worshipped him wholeheartedly, regarding him as a god.

Wu Shu flicked his index finger, and Zhang Jun's arm immediately turned red. He winced in pain and let go, saying aggrievedly, "Brother Shu~~"

Upon hearing the voice, Tian Le's mouth immediately went dry. He lowered the curtain on the door, and seeing the other person's pitiful and aggrieved expression...

If anyone saw this, they would rush in immediately, grab him and roughly pull him into their arms, then pity him!

That face, with its built-in level 10 beauty filter, is simply irresistible to both men and women! Young and old alike!

Wu Shu put his legs up on the table and said with a stern expression, "If you keep acting like a girl, I'll give you a couple of whacks."

Zhang Jun's feigned pitifulness vanished immediately, replaced by a grin: "Give me a couple more whacks, I've been itching for a beating lately~"

After making a couple more jokes, he pulled a chair next to Wu Shu and sat down right next to him, staring at him with shining eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Shu also had a bit of a headache. At first, he thought the other party was some kind of gay guy with special fetishes.

However, after several verifications, it was found that the other person was clearly not gay and had a perfectly normal sexual orientation, but the other person just really liked to cling to him.

He kept calling him "brother" all the time, which made Wu Shu want to fight him every few days. At first, he beat the other guy so badly he was yelling.

But Zhang Jun was too clever; as he sparred with Wu Shu more often, he began to learn some of Wu Shu's skills.

And they're getting better and better at it.

In particular, its flexibility is excellent, and the skill of hiding a spoon under the palm of one's hand is truly exceptional.

This also allowed Wu Shu to always have all sorts of small tools to study human anatomy.

"I'm asking you to do something for me this time," Wu Shu said casually, looking in the mirror and touching his broken eyebrow.

Zhang Jun didn't speak, but kept playing with the three-inch-long golden scissors, which appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Before Wu Shu could say anything more, Zhang Jun pulled out a Western-style cowboy belt from somewhere.

He wrapped himself up, grinned at Wu Shu, and said, "Brother Shu, let's go."

"Hey, aren't you going to ask what Brother Shu wants from you?" Tian Le asked curiously.

Zhang Jun didn't even glance at Tian Le, but looked at Wu Shu with a smile in his eyes, and casually said, "It doesn't matter, anything is fine, even death is fine."

Seeing that the other person's tone was casual but their words were extremely serious, Tian Le couldn't help but feel a chill.

In ancient times, this would have been considered a suicide squad.

Wu Shu smiled and said slowly, "Don't rush off. Give me a haircut first, and let me test your skills."

Zhang Jun smiled and responded, then immediately took his eating utensils out of his pocket again.

...

"Brother Shu, I can find young and beautiful women like you, but where do I find older women?"

Holding a skewer of lamb, Zhang Jun said with a troubled expression, "The women I know are all incredibly beautiful; there are no middle-aged women like that."

"Yeah, what use are those old and faded beauties?" Tian Le also looked miserable.

"Calling you a good-for-nothing is no exaggeration," Wu Shu said, giving Tian Le a disdainful look.

The other person hadn't stopped stuffing mutton into their mouth since they sat down.

"What are all those female prisoners doing out there after serving their sentences?"

"Even if the social atmosphere is good now, these people will still be looked down upon when they go out."

"They are the kind of people who are neither loved at home nor by outsiders, and there are countless others who follow the same old path."

"We can find a whole bunch of people just by randomly picking a few who have been released after serving long sentences."

Tian Le slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "That's right! We know them all anyway, selling to others is the same as selling to them."

Sell ​​them to us, and we'll protect them!

Wu Shu couldn't hold back any longer and kicked Tian Le to the ground, cursing, "Sell my ass! Let them work for us honestly!"

"It's all about vulgarity every day!"

"You think you're some kind of scoundrel?!"

Wu Shu cursed a couple more times, and Zhang Juncai, with a gloating expression, pulled Tian Le up.

This kid is still the same as before; he seems quite clever.

But the things he says are like he's not thinking at all.

He's a typical example of someone whose mouth moves faster than his brain.

"Brother Shu, what are we going to do with these people?" Zhang Jun asked softly, seeing that Wu Shu's anger had subsided a bit.

"The older ones wash the shrimp, the younger ones... You should gather all the people first, and you'll see in a while."

After Wu Shu finished the last bite of meat on the skewer, he spoke slowly.

He then threw 20,000 yuan at Zhang Jun.

"Find a bigger house, settle people in, and wait for my message."

After Zhang Jun acknowledged with a "I understand," he asked, "How much should we pay them?"

Wu Shu considered it for a moment,

"Young and pretty girls get 1,500, older girls get 2,000, and there's a commission on top of that."

Tian Le clearly hadn't learned his lesson. Hearing Wu Shu's words, he looked at him strangely, his lips twitching slightly.

Isn't this selling? These days, an ordinary worker only earns a little over 300 yuan a month, and even a senior technician with a professional title only makes around 500 yuan a month.

They only earn ten or twenty yuan per sale, and thirty yuan for the better ones, but you provide room and board, and pay them triple their salary.

If we don't sell, when will we ever earn it back?

Although she was almost certain that her older brother was going to do these things, she still didn't dare to ask.

Mainly because he saw Zhang Jun making faces at him.

He looked like he was saying, "Say it already, hurry up and say it!"

Seeing the other party's attitude, he forcibly suppressed his inner doubts.

"Hamster, go find Fatty Gao tomorrow and ask him to get me a few company licenses—trade, foreign trade, food processing, and individual business licenses too."

After Wu Shuchong and Tian Le finished speaking, they paused for a moment and continued, "You will be the legal representative, and Fatty will help you pay the registered capital. 30,000 yuan is enough for each company."

"Tell him the actual amount he'll pay within ten days, and also tell his subordinate..."

Wu Shu remembered Dai Kun from last time, but he had forgotten him, so he could only say casually, "That guy is called Dai... Dai Tao, right? Whatever, bring him over and let me use him for a few days."

After counting on his fingers and making sure he had remembered everything, Tian Le immediately muttered to himself, "Dai Tao? That name seems a bit safe..."

Wu Shu threw two hundred yuan at the barbecue stall, packed up twenty skewers and two large kidneys, and then headed home.

He visited four or five places that day and talked for a long time, so he was a bit tired.

It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening when I got home by taxi.

Wu Shu walked into the alley and found a little girl in a red dress with braids not far from her house.

He was squatting there, drawing something on the ground with a stone.

Interestingly, although the other party hadn't seen Wu Shu yet, their nose was already twitching, as if they had smelled something...