I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Chapter 97 Are you sick? (Please subscribe~)

Qin Yao never regarded Chenghuang Street as his forbidden area from beginning to end, let alone what other shops opened on this street.

As long as you do good business, it doesn't matter even if you open a brothel, but only opium dens won't work!

People can be bad, but they cannot be so bad that they are inhumane.

Smoking is a poison that kills people's humanity. Not to mention this era, even in the future era, are there still few examples of children and wives being sold for a puff of smoke?

Let’s not talk about justice or conscience, let’s talk about influence.

To put it bluntly, the opium shop is open in a grand manner on Chenghuang Street. Will the employees in the building want to give it a try? It doesn't matter if you try this, you are on the road of no return. By then, under the control of drug addiction, what else can't be done, and what can't be sold?

On a more serious note, will the guests who come to Chenghuang Street become curious and take a sip with the intention of giving it a try? And as more and more people smoke, what will Chenghuang Street look like?

Some things, once you open an opening, you can predict the future.

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

After all, human nature cannot stand the test!

…

Near Chenghuang Department Store.

Su Lun, who was wearing a suit and leather tie, ran back and forth to direct the decoration of the store.

In the past two days, he had almost crushed the door of the police department. He had contacted multiple departments and contacts in an attempt to seek official help.

However, I don't know whether the police chiefs in this city are really honest and upright, or whether they are influenced by some kind of power. 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 easily provoke a war. Otherwise, if the city is knocked down and guns clear the way, how can there be such trouble?

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Just as he was lamenting this, a group of muscular, turban-covered men suddenly rushed into the door with various weapons. They beat people and smashed things when they saw them. They scared a group of workers who screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands. .

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?!" Perhaps because of the confidence brought by the warlord, Su Lun was not frightened in his heart. Instead, he was filled with anger and shouted loudly.

"boom!"

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

After an unknown amount of time, Su Lun, who had a splitting headache, slowly opened his eyes and saw that he seemed to be lying on a hospital bed. Not far away, several military uniforms were teasing the hospital nurses with playful smiles.

"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."

Su Lun suppressed his headache and asked in a deep voice: "Has the investigation been clear? Who did it?"

"The incident happened suddenly, and those people had their faces covered, so no witnesses could be found..."

"In other words, you didn't find out anything?" Su Lun interrupted.

"You can say that." Jun Yi sighed helplessly.

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

Several military uniforms looked at each other, and one of them asked: "Who does Mr. Su suspect?"

"Chenghuang Department Store, Ren Tingting!"

The soldiers in uniform suddenly fell silent. After a long time, the leader said seriously: "Mr. Su, don't talk nonsense. Do you have any evidence?"

…

The next day, early morning.

With his head wrapped in gauze, Su Lun walked into a marshal's mansion with a "tycoon and gold" tone, and found his boss, Mr. Qian, who was then an aide to the marshal's mansion.

"Didn't you go to the border city to explore the market? What's the matter with the injury on your head?" Mr. Qian's real name is Qian Guangzhao. He is in his forties and wears a Confucian gown. He is polite and has a capable temperament.

"Counsel Qian, I was beaten back." Su Lun said with a bitter smile.

Qian Guangzhao's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "You are doing business. If business is not done with integrity, 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, and the business is booming!

I took a fancy to this place and wanted to apply for a smoking counter, but was flatly rejected.

As the next best thing, I bought two shops next to the building and were renovating them, but the shops were damaged.

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

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

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

Qian Guangzhao was silent for a moment and then said: "Go find Duan Shirui, send a team of troops over, smash the Chenghuang Department Store building, and put up a flag in the building. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. We have nothing in Fucheng." , are you still afraid that you won’t be able to fight them to the death?”

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

"I will release as many brothers as I arrest, so you can act with confidence." Qian Guangguang said, changing the subject: "Xiao Lun, you have to understand that doing cigarette business is not a good business. You have to be ruthless. If it is hard enough and fierce enough, like a nail standing upside down on the ground, no one dares to touch it, so that there is room for development. This action is called, the fierce dragon crossing the river!"

Fucheng.

Chenghuang Street.

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

Qin Yao looked at her blankly, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to the future...

Although new ideas and trends have swept across the country, there is no women's version of suits so far. The main clothing for women is still coats, skirts, and increasingly sophisticated cheongsams.

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

"Judging from your reaction, it should be pretty good."

Xiao Zhuo pursed his lips and smiled, twirling the cigarette with his fingers nimbly, and asked the waiter on the side: "Is there a women's version of 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 startled, then quickly responded: "Yes, the 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 beautiful eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "If you can design a set of clothes that satisfy me, I will agree to one condition."

Qin Yao pursed his lips and said to the second waiter who came over: "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 a long black suit on it and said: "Mr. Qin, I can still understand the western skirt you designed, but what does such long socks... mean?" ?”

Qin Yao glanced down and said with a smile: "These are not just socks, but... black torn socks."

"Black tear??"

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

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

Old tailor: "???"

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