The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 98: Doing business requires a steady stream of income

Chen Zhengwei pulled a chair and sat in the middle of the casino. He first lit a cigarette and took a puff, then looked up and down at the four people in front of him.

The four people watching were a little nervous, and asked tentatively in a low voice:

"Mr. Chen..."

"The Danshan Hall and the Heyi Hall had just left, and you ran away overnight. What? Do you have any objection to me?" Chen Zhengwei raised his hand holding a cigarette and interrupted the other party.

"We know that Mr. Chen doesn't like opium. Mr. Chen doesn't need to ask us for help, we will just stop doing it ourselves!" said the owner of an opium den rubbing his hands.

"Is that so... It's okay if you don't sell opium, and I won't do anything to you. But you didn't even say hello, which makes people think too much!" Chen Zhengwei said slowly.

"Mr. Chen, this is our fault!" Several people could only smile.

"It must be your fault. Otherwise, how could it be my fault?"

"But I am a magnanimous person, so I won't bother with you!"

"Thank you Mr. Chen for your magnanimity!" Several people felt a little relieved, but Chen Zhengwei's next words made them anxious again.

"You are all well-known bosses with families and businesses. I came to you this time because I have another matter!"

"Mr. Chen, please speak!" Several people knew that the real show was about to begin.

"You are also old folks in Chinatown. This Chinatown is full of garbage and feces. I almost stepped on it when I went out today. How do you find the space to walk every day?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows.

The main street of Chinatown is a little better. Every shop cleans the area in front of its door, but even so it is not very clean and garbage can be seen everywhere.

After it rains, dirty water will splash out around the stone slabs on the ground when you step on it.

And the paving stones in many places are broken.

"What does Mr. Chen mean?" several people asked cautiously.

"The bosses have made so much money, now is the time to give back to the society. People should at least have a sense of social responsibility! I would like to ask the bosses to donate some money, find some people to repair the road, and then clean the street every day!"

A few people looked at each other and sighed in their hearts. It turned out that the other party just wanted to get some money from them.

"Since Mr. Chen said so, I am willing to donate one thousand yuan!" Someone immediately decided to spend money to buy peace.

"I ask for it once, and you donate one thousand yuan. Are you going to give away beggars?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, but there was something else in his smile.

Several people's hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately remembered that Chen Zhengwei had asked them to sell the toy for 10,000 yuan.

I thought to myself, it turns out that he was waiting for them here!
"Mr. Chen wants to do something for Chinatown, so of course I am willing to contribute money and effort. I am willing to donate two thousand five hundred dollars!" said the owner of a big opium den gritting his teeth.

"You are so good at talking. I like you very much!" Chen Zhengwei looked at him and smiled. "Are you interested in doing some business on my street? As long as you don't run an opium den, you can do anything else!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I'll think about it. I don't know what I can do!" The owner of the opium den felt relieved, knowing that Chen Zhengwei was willing to let him go.

Among the opium den owners, Chen Zhengwei can be said to have a notorious reputation.

Last time, two big opium den owners were beaten to death by Chen Zhengwei for no reason, although the only surviving owner, Mr. Huang, came forward to explain the whole story. But it was fine for others to hear this, but why would they listen to it?
When the others saw this, their hearts were bleeding and they all spoke up.

Each person donated 2500 yuan, and several people pooled together yuan.

"To tell the truth to the bosses, the money earned from opium is made in a conscienceless way. You taking out this money can be considered as accumulating some good karma!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Although he was prepared to skin these big opium den owners, he still had to leave them a chance to live.

Business is about steady and long-term development.

If the way you eat is too ugly, what will others think when the news gets out?
"Don't doubt the idea of accumulating hidden virtues. The effect is immediate. At least you can come here safely and leave safely, right?"

Several people's hearts were pounding and cold sweats were pouring down their heads.

From what Chen Zhengwei said, if they didn't pay the money today, they would have no chance of leaving safely.

"Send the money before 5pm. Don't worry, the money will be put to good use." Chen Zhengwei waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.

After the four of them left, they looked at each other and one of them cursed in a low voice: "I knew he was a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, he has no good intentions!"

"What's the point of saying this now? He's clearly trying to skin us! He's the knife and we're the fish! Forget it, let's just lose some money to avoid disaster!" Another opium den owner shook his head.

After being tormented like this, he felt a little discouraged and didn't want to do the opium business anymore.

Several people sighed and left to collect money.

After all, 2500 cash is not something you can just take out.

In the casino, Chen Zhengwei turned around and looked around, then called Rong Jiacai over:
"Find someone to calculate how many people are needed, how much the labor and materials are, and clean up the roads on these streets! Then organize a cleaning team to clean the streets every day!"

"Brother Wei, are you really going to do it?" Rong Jiacai was a little surprised.

"Do you think I'm lying to them? I'm really trying to do good deeds for them!" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily.

He really intended to get some people to repair the roads and clean the streets.

After all, he was in Chinatown every day, and he couldn't stand the smell of sewers and garbage everywhere.

After the cleanup is done, it’s time to collect sanitation management fees from the shop owners. After all, they also benefited from it! He doesn’t live alone in Chinatown. “I’ll have someone do it!” Rong Jiacai nodded and smiled.

What Chen Zhengwei did gave Rong Jiacai some ideas.

Brother Wei is planning to keep his desire? This is a good thing, after all, strength can't last long.

"Bring Aaron here!" Chen Zhengwei ordered again.

A moment later, Aaron, with a bald head and a top hat in his hand, strode in and fanned himself: "Brother Wei, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, go and help me negotiate a deal!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Let me talk about business?" A'long was a little surprised when he heard it. It was okay for Chen Zhengwei to ask him to chop people, but he had never done business.

But he immediately patted his chest and guaranteed: "Brother Wei, don't worry, I will definitely talk to you clearly! When it comes to business, I'm the best!"

"Do you know what I like most about you?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile, and before he could answer, he laughed:
"I love how motivated you are!"

He laughed for a long time, and when he had laughed enough, he said:

"There is a cigarette factory on the land of Danshan Hall on Pacific Avenue. You can buy it. Let's negotiate the price! Remember, I want you to negotiate the business, so you have to pay."

Chen Zhengwei reminded.

His cigarette factory has just hired some new people, all of whom are ordinary female workers, and it will take some time for them to become mature.

Originally, he planned to wait until these people became successful and then have them burn down another cigarette factory. However, now that he has taken over Danshantang's territory, there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Just buy it directly. There are ready-made factories and skilled workers, so you don’t need to move anything.

"Leave it to me!" Aaron immediately said, patting his chest.

He immediately led people to the cigarette factory on Danshantang's territory.

"Where is your boss? Call your boss over!" A thug went over and grabbed a worker and said.

The worker took one look at the newcomers and immediately ran to find the boss. "Boss, this is bad. There's a group of newcomers outside who are looking for you!"

Now the name Xinningzai has spread all over Chinatown.

When the boss of the cigarette factory heard this, his eyebrows jumped. What was supposed to happen finally happened. He knew it when Chen Zhengwei took over Huang Baoru's cigarette factory.

When I hurried out, I saw a dozen young men wearing black suits and with bald heads standing there.

"Everyone, what do you want from me?"

"Are you the boss here? I do have something to ask you. I want your cigarette factory. Name your price!" A Long put his arm around the cigarette factory boss' neck and said.

The boss hesitated and said, "Five thousand dollars!"

Aaron kicked the boss and made him fall to the ground, yelling, "I asked you to name a price, are you crazy? You're asking for too much!"

"It's just such a shabby factory, with nothing but a few workers, and you're telling me 5,000 yuan?"

Aaron's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Boss, you misunderstood! I really didn't ask for too much!" The cigarette factory owner got up and explained:
"This factory is worth at least 10,000 yuan! Don't underestimate this factory. I have skilled workers and tobacco leaves in the warehouse! I can earn at least 1,000 yuan a month from just half of the cigarette market in Chinatown, and 10,000 yuan a year!"

"Oh? From what you said, you want less than 5000 yuan?" Aaron sneered.

"I really didn't ask for much... otherwise, boss, how much do you want?" The cigarette factory owner sounded aggrieved.

"Do you think half of the cigarette market in Chinatown is really yours? Believe it or not, I will make sure you can't sell even a pack?" Aaron kicked him again, pointed at his nose and cursed:
"You can even say 5,000 yuan? Are you crazy?"

"For a shabby factory like yours, five hundred dollars is about right!"

……

"Brother Wei, we bought the cigarette factory!" In the evening, Aaron returned to the casino and found Chen Zhengwei.

"how much is it?"

"Five hundred yuan! I negotiated with him for a long time before he agreed! And he paid all the workers' wages!" A-Long took the water from Wanyun and thanked her politely: "Thank you, Sister Wanyun!"

Then Dun Dun Dun drank a whole cup of water into his stomach.

"Well done!" Chen Zhengwei was quite satisfied with the price.

After all, it was just a shabby factory, and even the land was rented, so even if there were some tobacco leaves in it, they were not worth much.

Both cigarette factories are his, so the price of cigarettes will naturally go up.

Those grocery stores sell a pack of cigarettes for 15 cents, and the factory price is only 11 cents. Their profit is almost as much as that of the cigarette factories, which only make 5 cents per pack.

From now on, the unified purchase price will be 13 cents, leaving them with a profit of cents, which is not low.

"Brother Wei, if you encounter this kind of thing next time, just leave it to me. I can definitely handle it!" Aaron felt that he was quite good at doing business.

(End of this chapter)