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Of course, it's a later story to tell Mrs. Ma, and now, the wages must be recovered.

Song Xiaodao is not a good man and a faithful woman, and the manager's threats are lighter than a chicken feather to him.

He smiled, flipped his fingers lightly, and a small knife appeared in his palm.

This knife is smaller than the one Huang Banya used to threaten Ma Zhongxing.

Song Xiaodao was as flexible as turning a pen, turning the cold knife out of the flower without worrying that his fingers would be cut off.

The steward's eyes widened, he was so nervous that he swallowed wildly, and he stepped back and asked, "What are you...what are you doing?"

"Do you know what kind of business the young master's family is in?" Song Xiaodao smiled ruffiantly, and continued: "Selling raw chicken.

My favorite thing to do since I was a child is to wipe the chicken's neck, and then twist the neck to let the blood out.

This unique skill has been practiced for more than ten years, and the chickens I have handled... are countless.

Every chicken can die in the shortest time without any pain.

Steward, do you want to give it a try? "

As he said that, he suddenly reached for the steward's neck with his hand that was turning the knife.

The steward was so frightened that his face turned blue and his legs were a little weak. He covered his neck with his hands and said in a voiceless voice, "Don't mess around. Do you think you can... run away if you hurt someone?"

"I don't want to mess around, but if someone thinks their life is too long and insists on being a lowly person, then I will have to accompany them to the end."

Song Xiaodao held the knife, grabbed the steward's collar, and pressed the blade directly to his throat.

The refreshing coolness penetrated the skin and quickly spread to the fingertips, the manager's scalp tingled for a while, and the fine hairs all over his body were in awe at the same time.

"Don't be impulsive, little brother, have something to say... have something to say."

The steward didn't dare to move, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be like those chickens, and his life would be lost if he didn't even have time to react.

Song Xiaodao sneered: "In the eyes of some people, human life is worthless.

You are not much better as a manager, hehe, your life is only worth fifty coins. "

The steward didn't have the mood to worry about how much money his life was worth, so he hurriedly comforted him: "I'll settle your wages right away, right away!"

The corner of Song Xiaodao's mouth curled up in sarcasm, and he quickly retracted the knife.

Trembling, the steward took out a money bag from his body, handed it over without looking at it.

Song Xiaodao didn't answer.

He just wanted today's wages back.

As Mrs. Ma said, there will be no pies in the sky, and ill-gotten gains are not to be taken.

If he really took the bag of money from the steward, the old guy would go to the pavilion and sue him for extortion.

Song Xiaodao stared straight at the steward with a sullen face: "We only charge fifty Wen as wages.

To advise the steward, don't have any wrong thoughts, I'm not stupid! "

The steward didn't expect the brat in front of him to be so alert, seeing through his thoughts directly.

Not daring to try again, he moved his chubby body to the counter, took the key from his waist, and settled the wages by head as usual.

With the wages in hand, Song Xiaodao didn't want to stay any longer, so he yelled 'go' and left the rice shop first.

Monkey poohed at the manager with a mocking face.

The other three brothers followed suit and left three mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the floor of the rice shop.

The old steward's face was flushed, obviously very angry.

But he didn't dare to tell the truth about it.

The young master has already said that he is not allowed to give a penny, so he will be sent away immediately.

The fifty cents cannot go to the public account, and they have to ask for it from their own pockets to make up for it.

Hey, really bad luck!

... ...

Dusk fell, like a dark veil covering the earth.

Song Xiaodao and his brothers bought some food on the side of the street and finished dealing with the Wu Zang Temple, and were going back to the courtyard on South Street.

On the way, several people discussed where to do odd jobs tomorrow.

The monkey and the bamboo pole raised several places one after another, but Song Xiaodao remained silent all the time.

The brothers all saw that something was wrong with the boss, and they winked at each other.

Before they finished their eyebrow-eye lawsuit and asked, Song Xiaodao made up his mind and announced his decision directly.

"We won't do odd jobs this time as coolies.

I'm going to talk to Mrs. Ma about business.

You all know that the tofu she sold in the town these two days is very popular.

I thought that if she was willing to give us a little profit, we could buy the tofu directly from her and sell the tofu to several surrounding towns, or even to the county seat. "

Song Xiaodao's idea was unanimously supported by Monkey and the others.

These days, they earn ten pennies by carrying heavy bags every day.

Compared with the life when I was a bastard "robbing the rich and giving to the poor", the gap is really not a little bit.

If they hadn't made an oath before, no matter what time, no matter what happened, they would definitely follow in the footsteps of the boss and never give up, they would have long wanted to drop the big bag and not carry it.

Now the boss is going to take them to sell tofu together, this is not doing odd jobs for others, this is business!

They have seen the potential of tofu.

Aunt Ma's tofu stand can be set up casually, and there will be a long queue. If they can get their hands on this thing, they will definitely make money!

The monkeys are eager to try and gear up, as if they have opened the door to a new world. Behind the door is the wealth code they want to master.

After a while of excitement, the bamboo pole was a little unsteady: "Brother Xiaodao, but Mrs. Ma and her son in the town can sell it by themselves.

Wouldn't she enjoy a cake by herself?

Will she agree to let us do it? "

The bamboo pole is completely substituted into his own thinking. Thinking about the territory he has already occupied, but others want to stretch out their hands to get their hands on it, he must have swung a knife to chop it off directly.

He's not stupid, and he's not that generous.

Song Xiaodao saw through Zhugan's thoughts at a glance, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face: "She is different from us.

Her eyes were not on the acre of land in front of her.

If our ability can open up a bigger market for tofu, how can she refuse us to join? "

Zhugan blushed a little when the boss said it.

He chuckled and admitted that it was his small belly, not big enough.

A group of people strike while the iron is hot, planning to go to Shanshui Village tonight to discuss a cooperation model with Mrs. Ma.

If they can negotiate, they will be able to pick up the goods and start selling them tomorrow.

Earn money as soon as possible, and make a move in time.

A few people turned their feet and left the town.

At this time, Shanshui Village is not peaceful.

Ma Fugui owed five taels of silver to Changsheng Casino, and originally agreed to repay six taels with interest within three days.

But Ma Fugui was arrested and sent to the pavilion department for the crime of highway robbery, and was later punished by the pavilion chief and sent to a labor camp in the quarry. For the time being, it was calm for three or four days.

But the gambling shop is not open to charity, and Ma Fugui's gambling debts have not been repaid for a long time, so the people from the gambling shop will naturally come to him.

When the people from the gambling shop arrived at the old house, they threatened to smash it up, which made Mrs. Lu faint from anger.