'You're their boss, right?' Han Songlin asked curiously. This was the first time he had come into close contact with the so-called underworld.
It was currently a period when Hong Kong movies and TV dramas were sweeping across Asia. In the Mainland, due to the lack of film and television dramas, and people's demand to watch movies,
Hong Kong's film and television dramas entered the Mainland in large numbers.
And the dark side of Hong Kong society was also spread.
It was the gangs!
Especially after Chen Haonan and Brother Shan Ji entered the mainland, I don't know how many people yearned for the world of fighting and killing.
'Okay, that's not important; now you all come together, or one by one!' Han Songlin had a feeling that he could solve these people directly like cutting melons.
Moreover, Han Songlin didn't want to waste time talking to these people.
Profiteering cannot solve fundamental problems, but it is the most direct means to solve problems.
'Attack!'
After Han Songlin's provocation, no one could stand it anymore.
If they didn't teach this guy a lesson, how could they ever become the boss?
'Ah!'
Five or six people charged directly at Han Songlin, and the crowd dispersed long before.
Leaving plenty of room!
'You don't need to move, just watch this little girl!' Han Songlin saw that the four people he brought with him were eager to try, so he stopped them.
A wicked smile spread across his face. Taking two steps forward, Han Songlin directly grabbed the fist that came swinging at him, then pulled it in front of him, and with a knee thrust, he directly slammed it into the man's abdomen.
The intense pain instantly made the man lose his fighting spirit.
Knees, elbows, and fists all became Han Songlin's most powerful weapons.
In addition, Han Songlin is strong, so basically, after taking a punch, he just lies on the ground.
Han Songlin easily dealt with the five or six people who had previously rushed up.
At this time, he really wanted to let out a long shout, 'Anyone else?'
and step by step walked towards the so-called boss.
There were still two people around this guy, trying to command these two people to go up, but they had already seen Han Songlin's prowess, so who would dare to go up?
Slowly twisting his head, Han Songlin's smile grew wider at the corner of his mouth, staring at the boss as if he were eyeing a prey.
'Yah!' Perhaps unable to stand Han Songlin's mocking look, the leader let out a strange cry and charged at Han Songlin.
Han Songlin sneered, reached out and grabbed the boss's hand, and with a direct shake, he heard a loud cracking sound, and the entire arm was disengaged.
Han Songlin had inherited Songlin Shu's memory of fighting techniques and skills, and this was also the most impressive part of Songlin Shu's memory, which could be described as instinct!
Usually, Han Songlin was useless, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it.
With one hand around the throat, Han Songlin made a fist with the other hand and punched directly at his abdomen.
While hitting, Han Songlin kept saying, 'There are a lot of people in this world that you shouldn't mess with. You're unlucky to have met me this time! Next time, keep your eyes open.'
With the last punch, Han Songlin hit the man directly in the face, knocking out several of his teeth.
It looked painful.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Han Songlin really didn't expect that he could be so violent.
He threw the man to the ground and then looked slightly to the side at the police officer in the crowd.
He knew better than to kill someone, that would be bad.
'Pour some water!'
The four people who had come out with Han Songlin were shocked.
Was this really the usual gentle and soft-spoken boss?
Indeed, no one who could be a boss was simple.
There were rumours in the factory that Han Songlin had been in the army and was very good at fighting, but no one could have imagined that he was this good.
A bottle of mineral water, half drunk, was opened. It had been bought on the train.
People nowadays simply can't bear to throw anything away.
In the future, if something is inconvenient to carry, they will just throw it in the trash can.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Rinsing his hands slowly with water, Han Songlin kept his eyes on the movements around him, worried that what he was doing was considered self-defence.
However, when Han Songlin finished washing his hands, nothing had happened, which was surprising.
'Let's go!'
Han Songlin and the others were about to leave, and the crowd automatically made way for them.
Han Songlin looked back, and the people he had beaten up before were holding each other up, despite the pain.
In this day and age, it really makes people feel a little speechless.
'What's your name?'
'Liu Yi!'
'Attended university?'
When it came to this, Liu Yi's pride was immediately aroused: 'I graduated from Wuhan University!'
'Wuhan University? Come to Yangcheng to make a fortune?'
'I heard that the salary is high here, so I came...' Liu Yi was a little embarrassed to talk about money directly, as it always felt a little bad.
'There is nothing wrong with talking about it. Everyone who comes to Guangdong is here to make a fortune!'
What was the salary of a college student in Guangdong in the 1990s?
Generally speaking, 3,000 to 4,000 yuan a month was no problem.
Twenty years later, the salary of many college graduates is still only that much.
'Are you also here to get rich?' Liu Yi felt that Han Songlin and the others were not simple, especially Han Songlin, who gave people a very special feeling.
He had a special kind of confidence.
Confident people always exude a reassuring charm.
'Haha, yes, here to get rich!'
Liu Yi: 'Can you take me with you?'
Liu Yi didn't know why she said that, was it because Han Songlin was good-looking?
Or was it because Han Songlin gave people a sense of security?
Han Songlin looked at Liu Yi in surprise. How could someone ask someone to take them to get rich on the first day they met?
If someone really did say that, they were either a liar or had an ulterior motive.
'What did you study?'
'Economic management!'
Han Songlin: 'Not bad. I came to Yangcheng to sell baijiu. Do you know Jinliufu?'
Liu Yi nodded quickly: 'Yes, it advertises on CCTV.'
'Yes, we sell Jinliufu baijiu.'
The group left the station, which was not affected in the slightest by the little incident that had happened.
This kind of thing happens every day and really doesn't warrant attention.
Fule Liquor has a foothold in Yangcheng, well, to say foothold is a bit too rustic.
Anyway, the meaning is more or less the same.
If Han Songlin really gets the chance, he will buy shops and the like everywhere.
At this time, Yangcheng has begun to flourish, and the traffic on the streets is like a rolling tide, stretching endlessly.
Han Songlin and the others took a taxi to the direct sales store of Fule Wine Industry.
Fule Wine Industry now has major distributors in some provinces.
However, Han Songlin is concerned about giving the distribution rights of a province to one company.
The simple truth is that this is the era of the king of channels.
If there is a dispute between the manufacturer and the distributor in the future, it will be absolutely disastrous for the manufacturer.
In Yangcheng, there is no big distributor. The sales team is sent by Fule Wine, the same two people that Han Songlin sent last time.
The two of them are quite dedicated, and they have set up initial sales in Yangcheng.
Monthly sales are also around 3-4 million.
To be honest, this sales figure is naturally not satisfactory to Han Songlin.
That is why Han Songlin has come in person this time.
'Boss!'
Han Songlin looks at the two men, but no matter what he is thinking, he does not show it on his face.
'Zhang Xin and Yuan Bin, you have worked hard recently!'
Zhang Xin and Yuan Bin are the two people who went to the capital with Han Songlin last time.
They had spent a lot of time together in the capital, which was why Han Songlin had sent them to Yangcheng.