vrcanaries Chapter 411 How can a businessman's business be considered robbery?
Chapter 411 How can a businessman's business be considered robbery?
How to group them, and who to group with? Li Yaoting shrugged indifferently, indicating that he had no opinion on who to group with.
However, in sharp contrast to him, Wang Qicong and La Jiao were not happy.
Wang Qicong was seen frowning, thinking secretly in his heart, he had been competing secretly with Li Yaoting all along, so how could he easily let go of the opportunity to keep an eye on the other party's every move at this moment.
Chili on the other side looked reluctant. He and Curry were well-known golden partners with perfect cooperation. It was simply a joke to separate them now!
So, the two of them shouted almost in unison: "No way, Sir!" Their voices were so loud that their protests echoed throughout the car.
At this time, Miao Zhishun's face darkened slightly, and he raised his voice and said, "Follow the arrangements and go to your own points according to the groups."
Obviously, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the reactions of these people. After all, in his opinion, although everyone had obvious shortcomings, they also had unique advantages. If they could not obey orders and cooperate with each other, then this mission would be difficult to complete successfully.
Hearing Miao Zhishun's serious words, Wang Qicong first glanced at La Jiao, then pretended to be relaxed and asked: "I'm OK, how about you?"
La Jiao curled her lips, crossed her arms over her chest and replied, "Of course I'm OK too." Although she said this, she was still very unhappy in her heart.
At this moment, remembering that this was the first group mission assigned by Zhang Lang, Miao Zhishun reminded them again with concern: "There is one more thing you must remember, do not reveal your identity in advance."
"Roger that, sir!" the two men responded in unison.
As the two stopped making noise, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Miao Zhishun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally have some peace and quiet.
At the same time, Zhang Lang, who was far away in the office, was thinking about the same thing.
As he looked at the documents in his hand, he couldn't help laughing and said to himself, "If these guys get together to play Werewolf, it will definitely be a great scene!"
His subordinates were out on a case, so he had nothing to do and could only study this group of people. Therefore, a leader should study behind his subordinates how to find things for them to do.
If they have free time, they will be asking for trouble.
Zhang Lang smiled and asked Tianran Dai: "The New Year is coming soon. Do you know what the New Year is?"
Tianrandai turned his head, scratched his head, and shook his head.
Zhang Lang waved to Tianrandai, and when Tianrandai came over, he hugged her in his arms and took out a book.
Zhang Lang coaxed him like a child, "Let's find a place to make some cakes later. This thing is old."
Tianran Dai didn't think about what Zhang Lang meant by "Laobile", but asked in confusion: "What does making Qiegao have to do with the New Year?"
"Oh, it really seems to have nothing to do with it... But, Chinese New Year is our Chinese traditional culture. The book in your hand explains it. After you finish reading the book, I will find a place to make some qiangao." Zhang Lang smiled, and the qiangao assassin came online.
Tianran was afraid that Zhang Lang would abandon her and run away. She was a qualified accessory, so how could she leave his sight? "I want to go too. I read very quickly."
"Then let's do it together." Zhang Lang thought about it and it made sense. For a witch, learning things is just like playing.
Walk out of the office door.
I found out that Zhang Zhiheng didn't go out, so I just caught him as a free laborer.
It's okay for him to help out while we're working later.
The first thing is to find a place to make the cakes. After they are ready, you can set up a stall in front of the nightclub under Hongtai. Otherwise, it would be boring to just stand there and stare at people.
Afterwards, we must train these police officers in the skills of setting up stalls, such as selling pancakes, fried rice, fish balls and noodles, etc.
"Boss, what are we going to do?" Zhang Zhiheng watched Zhang Lang park the car in a dog farm, where there were two big pots, the largest ones.
There are various dried fruits on the side.
"Haha, have you heard of Qiegao?" Zhang Lang smiled mysteriously.
"I've heard of it. It's a street snack in the north, right?" Zhang Zhiheng had heard of chedao. Although it was not available in Hong Kong Island and it was not open to the public in Hong Kong Island and the north, basic information was still circulating.
"That's right. We'll make some cakes later. They'll be useful when we go to the nightclub to stake out the place. We can also earn some pocket money..."
“Will this thing sell well?”
"Hey, you don't know this. Even though people don't know whether it tastes good or not, they will always want to try it out of curiosity, right?" While Zhang Lang was speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up the idiot. The greedy girl had been stuffing dried fruits into her mouth like crazy while the two were talking.
"That's true." Zhang Zhiheng rolled up his sleeves and prepared to work hard. He really didn't know how to make chegao, nor did he understand what it looked like. So he just followed Zhang Lang's instructions.
Zhang Lang picked up Tianrandai and put him aside: "You are responsible for lighting the fire. When the cake is ready, you will be the first to eat it."
"Ooke Ooke." Tianrandai looked well-behaved and sensible, and started to add firewood to the stove.
Zhang Lang took the prepared maltose from the person arranged by Li Yunfei.
Pour the maltose directly into two large pots.
This amount is indeed not small.
Zhang Lang asked his free helper Zhang Zhiheng to stir the maltose to dissolve the sugar.
Two hands and two pots, very reasonable.
Zhang Zhiheng thought, that’s it?
It’s not difficult at all.
It's not difficult to keep stirring.
Zhang Lang noticed the boy's expression and covered his mouth with his hands, laughing.
You'll be so tired in a while.
Wait until the malt sugar in the two pots boils and bubbles fully, then you can add the nuts.
Qiegao is actually made by putting various nuts inside and some dried nuts on the outside.
Twelve kilograms of walnut kernels, put them directly into the pot.
Put six kilograms of cashew kernels directly into the pot.
Put six kilograms of pumpkin seeds directly into the pot.
Put 5 kilograms of cranberries, raisins, almonds and dried almonds into the pot.
The pot is big, so don’t be afraid.
Nut hodgepodge, it’s not difficult to make, just a simple batch.
Qiegao Assassin, I really can’t understand why it is so expensive. Why is it so expensive?
I can’t even think about the sky-high price of 160,000 yuan for a cake.
It is also possible that you are walking on the street and take a look at the chegao, and the boss will charge you 50 yuan for it.
The materials that Zhang Lang asked Li Yunfei to prepare only cost a few hundred Hong Kong dollars.
Just say that these things will be made soon.
How much can Zhang Lang earn?
dare not think, dare not think.
Zhang Zhiheng's originally relaxed and calm stirring movements completely disappeared when Zhang Lang poured the last nut into the pot.
The first feeling is heavy.
The second feeling is heavy.
The third feeling is panic.
Zhang Lang looked at Zhang Zhiheng's face, which gradually changed from white to red and then to deep red.
"Push harder, brother."
"Boss, I~have~already~tried~very~hard!!" Zhang Zhiheng's face was now red, and his eyes were about to pop out when he spoke.
"You... I..."
"Huh... I need to take a break. I can't do it anymore."
Zhang Lang clicked his tongue and said, "It's ok if it works, it's ok if it doesn't. What's the point of taking a break?"
"No, boss, let me explain. How can this thing be so heavy?" Zhang Zhiheng was still trying hard to flip the pot with a spatula. Now the veins on his arms were popping out and his neck was obviously thicker than before.
"Okay, you go light the fire, girl, you come and stir it gently." Zhang Lang saw that he really couldn't do it. The young people nowadays really lack training. They can't always use pistols. The truth is to have strong personal skills.
"Comrade Xiao Zhang, I have to say a few words to you. You must not neglect the combat training in the future. You must insist on doing three hundred exercises every day: one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and one hundred squats and stand-ups. Do you understand?" Looking at the natural guy standing by the pot and working easily, Zhang Lang began to preach to Zhang Zhiheng.
Zhang Zhiheng was not convinced at first, thinking that no one would be able to do this without special expertise or experience.
Until I saw Tianrandai holding a spatula in each hand, screaming with a smile on his face.
Zhang Zhiheng: "Boss, this thing is so heavy, how come your sister is so relaxed, it looks effortless!"
"So, you are not as good as a good old woman. Remember to be careful when you beat a woman in the future. Don't let a woman beat you so hard that you lose your way and end up capsizing in the gutter." Zhang Lang took the opportunity to give him a few words of advice, reminding him to remember the equator. If this kid is beaten by that woman in a duel in the future, he might be strangled to death.
"I don't hit women, boss, don't worry."
"It's better not to fight." Zhang Lang nodded with satisfaction and turned to pay attention to the situation in the pot.
Zhang Zhiheng just said "Hi".
Oh, fuck.
You should just change your name to Zhang Benzhiheng.
Damn it! Zhang Lang was so scared that he thought he was hit by a little ghost.
"Why are you so weird?" Zhang Lang turned his head and stared at Zhang Benzhiheng with a frown.
"Hehehe, I rewarded myself last night. A teacher came out with a new work and I couldn't help it." Zhang Zhiheng laughed dryly and scratched his head, grinning foolishly.
Just these two silly laughs. Even if you are cured, you will still drool.
“Young people should be restrained. When you are young, you don’t know the value of essence. When you are old, you will just look at butterflies and shed tears in vain.” Zhang Lang originally wanted to pat Zhang Zhiheng on the shoulder, but after a slight hesitation, fearing that something dirty would be passed to him, he nodded instead.
Zhang Zhiheng: "Understood. Understood."
Zhang Lang rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell do you understand?"
Closer to home.
The thing in the pot looked very much like eight-treasure porridge.
The fragrance came up immediately.
Another moment passed.
Zhang Lang gently said to Tianran Dai: "Just wait for the food in the pot to cool down slowly."
"Okay."
Zhang Lang: "Use the spatula to get the things out. It needs to be fixed."
"Okay."
Zhang Lang put on thin film gloves, and for the last step, he thought it best for him to do it himself.
After serving out the two large pots of cakes, Zhang Lang was very satisfied.
With this amount, you can already own a house.
It all depends on which unlucky guy is willing to take the bait.
Stick dried fruits on the outside of the cake.
Originally, he had to stay still and cool down for a night, but Zhang Lang couldn't wait and used his supernatural power directly.
There's nothing I can do about it, who made him know this stuff?
After the cake is cut, you must give out a large piece of the natural one that has the most strength.
If I don't give the greedy girl the first bite, she will probably roll on the ground.
Tianrandai got a large basin from somewhere and said delicately, "I want a bowl."
Zhang Lang took a deep breath and said, "Hiss, girl, where did you get that big basin? Whose basin is this for washing clothes?"
"Hey, I just want one bowl." Tianrandai was like a repeater.
Anyway, I make a lot, so I’ll just make one pot at a time.
It’s not like I can’t afford it.
Zhang Lang ate the food with a smile on his face. "Is it delicious?"
Tianrandai's eyes sparkled as he nodded frantically: "It's really good. It tastes a bit like Snickers."
"This thing is the domestic Snickers, a comparable product." Zhang Lang smiled and handed a piece to Zhang Zhiheng. He also got a piece to try himself, and it tasted really good.
Zhang Zhiheng: "It smells really good, hehe."
"Of course I will. I declare that the Chegao Assassin is online. Let's go and get to work."
……
An intersection not far from the entrance of Hongtai Nightclub.
There are two stalls.
One is Zhang Lang’s.
The other one also belongs to Zhang Lang.
One sells cakes.
Another one is mung bean.
Didn't expect?
whee.
Zhang Lang stood in front of the rice cake cutter, with only a corner of it exposed.
The subordinates came to keep an eye on things. He was so bored that he decided to join in the fun.
Zhang Zhiheng was guarding the stall, and if anyone came to buy something, he would cut the food.
Cake-cutting assassin.
After one knife, Ma Ge burst into tears; after two knives, Jianlin knelt down.
"No matter who comes, when they ask for the price, tell them vaguely that we are selling it on a case-by-case basis. If they ask how much, just tell them how much it is. Don't bring your company name, okay?"
Zhang Zhiheng cried, "Boss, will we get beaten if we do this?"
Zhang Lang raised the corners of his mouth under the mask and said calmly, "What are you afraid of? What do you do?"
Zhang Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "What do I do?"
Zhang Lang was so angry that he kept shaking his head. He looked at the dazed Zhang Zhiheng and said angrily, "You are a businessman. You are selling things. How can you say that businessmen's business is robbery?"
"What if they call the police?" Zhang Zhiheng didn't know if he was pretending to be stupid or was just too stubborn. The questions he asked made Zhang Lang speechless.
"Oh my, are you stupid? You are not a policeman? Show your ID and ask him directly who is suing me in this court." After saying this, Zhang Lang raised his chin at Zhang Zhiheng who seemed confused.
Zhang Zhiheng chuckled: "After what you said, boss, I'm not panicking anymore, not at all."
"Remember, no matter who comes, you must sell it this way. It will be better if it's someone you know. If it's someone you're familiar with, the price will be double. Do you understand?" Zhang Lang reminded again.
Zhang Zhiheng's eyes lit up: "I know this, it's just killing the familiar."
Zhang Lang nodded and said, "This boy is teachable."
"Not bad, not bad. You are a talented kid who can accomplish great things."
Zhang Zhiheng was grinning foolishly, two of them were wearing masks, and a nerd at another stall was secretly stuffing M&M beans into his mouth.
Zhang Lang: ...