Chapter 162

While they were drinking in Chu Jiang and Korean War, Zhang Lin and Rong Li were also drinking in another high-end club.

"Mr. Zhang, the 0.5% you promised me last time..." Rong Li's face was full of harmless smiles.

"We agreed that as long as you succeed in discrediting Qingcheng group, I will give you 0.5% of the profit, but that night you not only didn't discredit Qingcheng group, but... To be exact, you also contributed to the prestige of Qingcheng group!" Zhang Lin said word by word.

"Poor, my 100 million yuan is gone because I promised to help you. Tell me, shouldn't you give me some compensation?" Rong Li said with a sad face.

At the last dinner for the foundation of Qingcheng group, Rong Li lifted a stone and hit himself in the foot. Not only did he not discredit Qingcheng group, he was also cheated by Chu Jiang for 100 million. Whenever he thought of it, Rong Li was so distressed that he couldn't sleep and eat.

So tonight he decided to ask Zhang Lin for something back.

"Well, I'll give you another chance, so that you can successfully discredit Qingcheng group, and I'll give you a percentage point of profit. In this case, won't your losses be recovered?" Zhang Lin hesitated and said mercilessly, as if he had made a great determination.

One percentage point means one hundred million, and the loss can be recovered.

"Is that true?" Suddenly, his spirit came. He was originally a miser. Last time, he lost 100 million for no reason, which simply killed him!

"Absolutely true!" Zhang Lin cut the railway with nails.

Rong Li pondered a little and said, "OK, this time I start with her shipping department and completely discredit the image of Qingcheng group."

"Have you already done it?" Zhang Lin was slightly stunned and asked.

"There should be good news tomorrow morning." Rong Li Yin smiled.

"Oh -" Zhang Lin seemed to have a feeling of being fooled.

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The most attractive place in the countryside is not the blue sky and white clouds, but the wheat field, especially the shoulder high yellow orange wheat at the moment, a large piece by piece. As long as you are interested, take a woman to drill in, lie there, and then roll, everything is drunk.

Murong Yin's brother Murong Shi is enjoying the boundless autumn scenery and boundless passion at the moment. A woman in her thirties is rolling with him in the wheat field. The crushed wheat fell up and down, and the thorns of the ears of wheat stabbed their whole body like this, which was a little painful stimulation and comfort... Almost half an hour later.

"I wipe it. It's really comfortable. It's more exciting to work in the wheat field than in bed!" When Murong Shi surrendered, he was filled with emotion.

"Go, what's exciting? It's not the same, in and out." The woman rolled her eyes, said with disdain on her face, and said impolitely that she went into the wheat field or grove with men dozens of times every year. Everything was the same. If she did more than once, she wouldn't feel stimulated.

She broke away from Murong Shi's hand and began to tidy up her clothes. Although she didn't take off all of them just now, at least they were in a mess. If she didn't tidy up, how could she go home to see her husband.

"Do it again..." Murong Shi looked straight at the woman, with an expression of unfinished meaning.

"Our numbers are even. What else do you want to do? Who do you think I am!" The woman gouged out Murong Shi and said, "take your wife!"

The number in a woman's mouth is the number of gambling. In rural areas, there are few programs to do during the day and nothing to do at night. Almost every village has people who throw dice and gamble. At first, men gambled. Later, women also participated, so an unwritten rule came into being over time.

If women lose the bet and have no money to pay off their debts, they can secretly pay with their bodies. As for how much money can be offset at a time, it depends on the beauty of women. Some women can be worth eight to ninety yuan or even one or two hundred yuan at a time, and some women can only be worth fifty or sixty yuan or even twenty or thirty yuan at a time.

There is no clear price tag, as long as you love me.

Of course, most of the women who go to gambling are at the level of 30 to 50. Some men go out to work and are already lonely. In the evening, take dozens of yuan and gamble. If you can win some back, you can add dishes tomorrow; If you lose a little, just... Roll the wheat fields or drill into the woods to quench your hunger and thirst.

Some are widows, and widows with children are even more difficult. They can't live by farming alone. In addition to busy farming, I usually do some small work in nearby towns. If I am busy late in the day, I will earn 50 or 60 yuan. If the market is better, I will earn 80 or 90 yuan or 100 yuan.

If the widow loses money, it's more straightforward. Do she still need to go to the wheat field to drill the grove? Just take the man home.

Yes, my husband is also at home, but this home is either a feminist home, or my husband is also flirting outside, and my wife turns a blind eye; So when the wife goes to the rolling wheat field, the husband can only turn a blind eye.

Of course, these gamblers are still a minority in the populous countryside. In decent families, when talking about those who gamble, they are disparaged as "rascals".

"It's boring to take a wife. A yellow faced woman!" When the woman suggested that Murong Shi take his wife to the wheat field, Murong Shi thought for a while and said with a simple scratch of his head.

In fact, Murong Shi's wife is slightly beautiful, at least more beautiful than the woman in front of her, but in Murong Shi's mind, she is a yellow faced woman.

About this transaction, Murong Shi won last night, but because he was lucky last night, to continue to win money, he let the woman hang up first and agreed to repay the bill in some wheat field the next morning.

Seeing this woman wriggling out of the wheat field, Murong Shi was a little angry.

He felt his pocket. He was lucky last night and won twoorthree yuan. He should be lucky today.

Good luck in pairs, at least for two days.

Murong Shi, who felt that he would have good luck today, couldn't wait for the evening. He put on his clothes and walked to the town with great strides.

In the village, gambling doesn't start until evening, while in the town, it starts at 9 a.m. until 12 p.m.

It is said that the lower limit of the casino in the town is 10 yuan and the upper limit is 10000 yuan. Unlike in the village, the lower limit is 1 yuan and the upper limit is 100 yuan.

Murong Shi usually works in the village. He sleeps during the day and gambles or plays mahjong at night. His parents don't want to take care of him, but they can't take care of him. They are already in their twenties, and even have a wife. What's the use of their parents' words!

Murong Shi's wife, Li Xiaohua, dared not care about him. If she said something about him, she often got a slap.

If you are beaten too much, you will naturally learn to behave well. Of course, Li Xiaohua also wanted to divorce Murong Shi, but Murong Shi's eyes stared, "you dare to divorce, I'll destroy your family!" So under the threat of Murong Shi, a rascal, Li Xiaohua can only secretly sigh that fate has made people, and she dare not say anything else.

Li Xiaohua, who has just graduated from primary school, can't think of any other ideas except to lament that nature has made people happy.

When Murong Shi swaggered to the town, ready to take advantage of good luck to make a big profit, the conference room of Qingcheng group was holding a high-level meeting. Ye Qingcheng's face was like ice, and other high-level buildings were afraid to penetrate the atmosphere. Chu Jiang opened the door and walked in carelessly.