"Come in the house and have a good chat?"

The boss smiled commercially and opened his arms to give the messenger a hug, but was rejected.

"If you want to talk, talk quickly and don't waste my time."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the important things first."

As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. After collecting the money, the boss made a 180-degree turn towards the two of them.

He was so passionate that Kim Ping'an thought he was dreaming.

The two followed the boss into the back room and followed the stairs to the basement.

"Sorry, brother, I don't have any good stuff here, just let me go."

The boss poured a glass of beer for the messenger, and then poured another glass for Kim Ping'an.

Kim Ping An looked confused. He didn't expect that he would have it. You know, when he came here not long ago, the boss even asked someone to beat him up, but now he is like nothing happened.

In fact, this is the reality of the black area. As long as you have money to make, no matter how big the grudge is, you can give up for the time being.

Especially when the boss’s business is not very good, he is just a father who gives money.

Most people think that opening a tattoo shop in the black area must be very profitable, after all, there are so many people who need tattoos.

If you have this kind of idea, you can only say that it is too naive.

Don't think that he doesn't lack money if he runs a tattoo shop.

Of course, tattoos are very profitable, ranging from hundreds to thousands of dollars per order.

Do one or two orders a day and you can make a lot of money in one month.

But what about the real situation?

If you want to open a store in such a place, you can't make it without paying attention to the mountain, unless you have a strong idea.

Otherwise, if they don’t give the final payment after they’ve finished tattooing, what can you do?

Even if you worship the mountain, there will still be people who come to write white strips. Most of them are the subordinates of the mountain you worship. They are all "family" and you can't be too disgusted, right?

If you can’t get cash by writing a blank note, you have to pay protection fees to your backers every month.

Sometimes I am so poor that I can’t get rid of the blame. I take the white slip and ask for money to my backer. People directly say that I don’t have to pay this month’s protection fee, just as offsetting my tattoo money. After a while, it’s a waste of time.

If the amount is too large, the protection fee will not be able to be compensated, so don’t think that others will give it to you.

The backer will also ask you to help him do some "miscellaneous work" before he can help you collect the accounts.

In the end, you will find that you have been opening a tattoo shop for half a year and have not made any money, but you have been treated as free labor for free.

Want to resist?

When more than a dozen burly men stood there, their confidence was lost in an instant. If they really had blood, they would not come to worship the mountain at the beginning, so they were sure of this.

So some people are tattoo artists on the surface, but actually come to Jiuhua Outer City to beg for food by helping others do miscellaneous work.

Not only the tattoo industry, but also many industries.

This is the real situation on the Tao. Don’t expect that there will be the passionate brotherhood or happy world in the movies. There is only the real world where the strong prey on the weak.

In addition, the rise of new tattoo stickers has further squeezed the living space of tattoo shops.

Real old men have long been tattooed on their bodies, and most newcomers tend to be tattoo stickers that are easy to wash, so they just want to have fun with their tattoos.

This also indirectly leads to the worsening business of tattoo shops.

So after the boss saw the banknotes in the envelope, he hurriedly took the two of them to the basement to explain in detail without saying a word.

There is no way, poor.

"Since you are so anxious, why not talk about what business it is?"

The boss picked up the beer on his own, raised his glasses to the two of them, and then took a sip.

When Kim Ping An saw the other party toasting, he was about to pick up the cup when the messenger stopped him: "I heard that there are many people who come to you with tattoos, so I want to ask, have you ever seen this person?"

The messenger took out Kim Ping'an's sketch and pushed it over.

"Brother, I'm not interested in asking about it. You know the consequences of being a sloppy person in our field."

The boss just glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

He took another sip of wine and said mysteriously: "But for the sake of deposit, I will make an exception to tell you. This person has indeed been to the store, but I don't know him."

The messenger snorted coldly: "Do you still want this money?"

Judging from the boss's micro-expression reaction when he saw the portrait and tattoo, the boss must know this person.

Without systematic training, it is difficult for humans to control the nerve reactions of their facial muscles.

For example, when the police interrogate a prisoner, if the police guess something wrong, the prisoner will subconsciously show a sarcastic expression. This expression is very short, even less than 0.5 seconds.

Only people with strong observation and memory can capture it.

When the boss heard the messenger's deposit, he was instantly displeased: "Can I still lie to you? I really don't know this person."

"I don't know this person."

The messenger bent his body forward and folded his hands together: "Then you always know the people around him, right?"

The boss said he didn't know this person, but his expression was obviously wrong when he saw the photo. Even if he really didn't know him, he would definitely understand something, and it was impossible for him to be completely unaware of it.

"Brother, you are just making things difficult for me. I really don't know the details of this person."

The boss picked up the cup and drank a sip of wine: "However, I can introduce you to two people who may know him."

"Tell me," the messenger said calmly.

"It's okay to say that, but they are not good at plagiarism. If I find me later, it will be difficult for me."

The boss put down his cup and stared at the messenger: "So... I have to add more money."

"Well, since you don't want to do this business, then return the deposit to me."

When the messenger heard that he wanted to add money, he acted as if he was quick to refund the money.

When the boss heard that the messenger wanted to collect the deposit, he immediately turned his back.

He searched and pulled out a machete from the sofa under his butt and pointed at the messenger: "You think I am where I am? If you want to come, you can leave. You will give you a face, right?"

Taken the bait.

The messenger's face remained silent.

Kim Ping An next to him couldn't sit still. He bounced up and said with his cell phone, "Put down the knife, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what? Call the police? Try calling the police! Don't think you are a bullshit consultant and I dare not touch you!"

The boss pointed at Kim Ping'an with a knife and walked around from the opposite side of the table.

But Kim Ping An is not a coward. He really called with his cell phone and picked up a broom to resist.

But before the phone was opened, the messenger snatched the phone and hung up.

He wanted to say something, but the messenger pressed his shoulder: "Calm down, we are not here to make trouble."

The messenger pulled Kim Ping'an's shoulder and slowly retreated. While setting a distance from the knife-holding boss, he walked towards the stairs.

Seeing this, the boss spat and shouted, "Bah, get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

After the two retreated to the stairs and disappeared from his sight, the boss grinned and sat back on the sofa to count the money in the envelope.

The messenger dragged Kim Ping'an to the stairs.

Click.

He locked the door leading to the ground with his backhand, and inserted the pin and ordered coldly: "Please keep here and block the door, don't let the two above come down."

"In the black area, we must use black means to solve the problem."

The messenger took out his pistol from his waist and turned on the insurance and sneered: "Since he has violated the deposit without following the rules, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he left the stunned Kim Ping'an downstairs.
Chapter completed!