The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

After Zhang Heming understood all the basic matters, he still had a question.

"What if the supply is gone?"

After all, there are only so many homeless people in Jiangnan City, and the number of homeless people will not increase day by day. If these people have used all of them, where will they find the source of goods?

The old man was not surprised by his question.

"When the supply is gone, find a new supply. Let alone those who are homeless, even an ordinary person with a home can find the right opportunity and start."

He spoke very normally, as if he was discussing with Zhang Heming whether the weather is good today.

Even Zhang Heming, who had dealt with several people silently, couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

He knew that if he really chose to help Li Jizhong, he might not have a few lives in his hands every month, but almost every day.

"Why, are you afraid?"

The old man reached out and twirled the non-existent beard, and looked at Zhang Heming who was stunned as if mocking.

Before he could answer, the old man showed a strange smile.

"I also understand that you were all afraid when you first came into contact with this industry, but sooner or later you will be like them, and you can't put it down."

Zhang Heming murmured and asked, "Aren't all the people who do this short of money?"

He also wanted to ask why the old man didn't give up after doing this for so many years, even if he lived in such a dirty and messy place, he didn't want to change the environment to support his life.

The old man sneered, and asked him back: "Who would think too much money? Sometimes even a person's goods are not enough for a big man to play a game in the casino. They can only keep looking for goods, and I am naturally happy." in."

After that, he stood up and went to sort out the piles of paper and plastic bottles in the yard.

Zhang Heming looked at the old man in front of him in surprise. If you look at it this way, he looks like an ordinary old man picking up waste, not the kind of person who does evil deeds.

It seems that doing this business is really profitable. He secretly made up his mind that even if Li Jizhong doesn't need to serve him one day, he will continue to do this.

Profits are nothing more than that.

As if he could see what he was thinking, the old man stood there calmly shaking his head.

"I've told you everything I need to say. Don't forget to bring the goods from next week. Many rich masters are waiting for help."

Suddenly there was the sound of something falling to the ground in the room, and the old man suddenly seemed to hear some order, and the speed of his speech accelerated a lot.

"After you kill it, bring it back at the original price. If you bring it alive, you can increase the price by [-]%."

His tone was a bit anxious, especially after hearing a beast-like roar from the room behind him, he couldn't wait to push Zhang Heming, who was wandering in the sky, out of the house.

"Let's go, don't come when you have nothing to do."

Zhang Heming left this narrow alley in a daze. He looked back at the old man's house, still in disbelief.

This is where many homeless people die.

But since I have already taken this job, I can't give up easily, otherwise not only will the money I got be gone, but even Li Jizhong will hate me.

After calming down, Zhang Heming returned to Zhang Heqing's clubhouse.

Zhang Heqing was anxiously sending someone out to look for him, seeing that he came back by himself, he was very worried.

Normally, if he went out at this time, he would definitely be causing trouble, and Zhang Heqing didn't have a good face.

"What did you do just now? I have already told you not to go out all the time these few days. Do you always take my words as wind on your ears?"

Zhang Heming stood there absent-mindedly, and couldn't help but think of what he saw just now.

The old man's hands were dirty, and there were even inexplicable dark red stains. Thinking of other things, Zhang Heming felt a little nauseous.

Seeing that he still looked nonchalant, Zhang Heqing cursed angrily.

"I came back so late, I asked you what you were doing and didn't say anything. I sent all the bodyguards in the clubhouse to look for you. What if something happens?"

Zhang Heming recovered from his brother's scolding, and contradicted him unconvinced.

"What if something goes wrong, can I be beaten to death as a big man?"

He always blamed himself in this superior tone, never considering his own feelings.

But Zhang Heqing didn't open any pots and carried which pots.

"Of course, didn't you almost get beaten to death two days ago? You were almost beaten to death by a security guard, and it would be embarrassing to say it."

Zhang Heming was suddenly furious, Ye Lengfeng, it was that Ye Lengfeng again.

Why is he so haunted?

"I think you want me to be beaten to death. You keep saying that you are worried about me. I am already in my 30s, and you still treat me like a child."

After I get the money, I must humiliate him severely, and let my good brother understand that he is wrong now.

Zhang Heqing also felt very uncomfortable that his younger brother did not understand his good intentions.

But it was already at this juncture, why did he keep making trouble for himself?

"Zhang Heming! You heartless fellow, haven't I been pampering you for what you have done since you opened the club? Don't you think I have no plans for you?"

The two brothers quarreled furiously, and no one would let the other go.

In the end, the two didn't argue about why, so Zhang Heming left without looking back, found a hotel to stay, and then reported to Li Jizhong what he had just heard from the old man.

"Then you have to deal with the goods before every Wednesday, make sure that the freshest ones are sent over, and I will give you a bank card number to transfer the money to the account, and I will give you your commission every week .”

Zhang Heming replied with respect and respect.

Suddenly he thought of something, and when he wanted to continue talking, he heard a charming female voice over there that immediately made his bones shatter. Zhang Heming was at a loss and realized that he should not talk too much.

Li Jizhong with the beauty in his arms was impatient, and he was not interested in listening to what Zhang Heming had to say, so he sent a few words in a hurry and hung up the phone.

Li Jizhong's impatient tone made Zhang Heming feel a little annoyed.

Isn't it just that he has some bad money as an official, and then he will let him see who is the final winner.

Now I can't turn my back on him, let him taste the feeling of being backstabbed after the matter is over.

He would tear Ye Lengfeng's body into pieces, then make Lin Yuwei his own woman, and then make his good brother regret it too late.