The Monster I Was Redeemed

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

The boss showed a business smile and opened his arms to give the courier a hug, but was rejected.

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

"Okay, let's talk about business first."

As the saying goes, money can make a ghost run the mill, and after receiving the money, the boss's attitude towards the two of them made a 180-degree turn.

Enthusiastic enough that Jin Ping'an thought he was dreaming.

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

"I'm sorry, brother, I don't have any good stuff here, so I'll have a look."

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

Jin Ping'an's face was tangled. He didn't expect that he would have it too. He had to know that when he came over not long ago, the boss had someone beat him, but now it's like nothing.

In fact, this is the reality of the black zone, as long as there is money to be made, no matter how big the hatred can be temporarily put down.

Especially when the boss's business is not very good, giving money is his own father.

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

If such an idea arises, it can only be said that it is too naive.

Don't think he has no shortage of money to run a tattoo parlor.

It is true that tattoos are very profitable, ranging from several hundred to several thousand per order.

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

But what about the real situation?

If you want to open a store in this kind of place, you can't get along without worshipping the mountain, unless you have a hard enough idea.

Otherwise, they won't pay the final payment after the tattoo, what can you do?

Even if you worship the top of the mountain, there will still be people who come to fight for the white strips, and most of them are the subordinates of the top of the mountain you worship. They are all 'family' and can't be too outspoken, right?

If you can't get cash by making a white paper, you have to pay a protection fee to the backer every month.

Sometimes the poor can't open the pot, and they ask their backers for money with white strips. People directly say that this month's protection fee will not be paid, so it should be used to offset the tattoo money of their subordinates.

If the amount is too large, the protection fee will not be covered, and you don't even think about giving money.

The backer will also ask you to help him with a bunch of 'chores' before 'reluctantly' to help you collect the bills.

In the end, you will find that you have opened a tattoo shop for half a year without earning a penny, and you have been used as free labor by others.

Want to resist?

More than a dozen burly men went to that station, and they lost 90% of their confidence in an instant. They were really bloody, and they would not come to worship the mountain in the first place, so they were sure of this.

Therefore, some people appear to be tattoo artists, but in fact they come to Jiuhua Outer City to beg for food by helping others with chores.

Not only in the tattoo industry, but also in many industries.

This is the real situation on the Dao, don't expect there will be blood brothers or happy rivers and lakes in the movie, some are just the real world of the weak.

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

The real veterans have already had tattoos on their bodies, and most of the newcomers prefer easy-to-wash tattoo stickers, and they are happy with their tattoos.

This also indirectly caused the business of tattoo parlors to get worse and worse.

So after seeing the banknotes in the envelope, the boss hurriedly took the two to the basement without saying a word.

No way, poor.

"Since you are so anxious, brother, why don't you talk about what business it is?"

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

Jin Ping'an saw the other party toasting, and just wanted to hold the cup, but was stopped by the messenger: "I heard that there are many people with tattoos like you, so I want to ask if you have seen this person."

The messenger took out the previous sketch of Jin Ping'an and pushed it over.

"Brother, I don't want to ask about this. You also know that it is not a strict mouth to do our business."

The boss just glanced and looked away.

He took another sip of wine and said mysteriously: "But for the sake of the deposit, I will make an exception to let you know. This person has indeed been in 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.

Humans have difficulty controlling the neural responses of their facial muscles without systematic training.

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

Only those with strong observation and memory can capture it.

Hearing about the deposit made by the messenger, the boss was instantly unhappy: "I can't lie to you, I really don't know this person."

"I don't know this man."

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

The boss said that he didn't know this person, but his expression when he saw the photo was obviously wrong. Even if he really didn't know him, he must have understood something, and he couldn't have been completely ignorant.

"Brother, you are embarrassing brother, I really don't know the details of this person."

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

"Tell me about it." The messenger said calmly.

"It can be said, but people are not good at it. If they find me later, I will not be able to handle it."

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

"Forget it, 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 made a gesture of rushing to get a refund.

Hearing that the messenger wanted to withdraw the deposit, the boss immediately turned his face.

He searched and pulled out a machete from the sofa under his ass and pointed at the messenger: "What place do you think I am? Come and leave if you want, I'll give you a face, right!"

Hooked.

The messenger's face was calm.

Next to Jin Ping'an, he couldn't sit still. He flicked up and said with his mobile phone, "Put the knife down, or else..."

"Why not? Call the police? Try calling the police! Don't think you are some kind of bullshit consultant and I won't dare to touch you!"

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

But Jin Ping'an is not a coward. He really took the phone to make a call, and by the way he picked up a broom to resist.

But before the call was made, the messenger grabbed the phone and hung up.

He wanted to say something, but the messenger held his shoulders: "Calm down, we're not here to pick things up."

The messenger pulled Jin Ping'an's shoulders back slowly, and walked towards the stairs while keeping a distance from the knife-wielding boss.

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

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

The messenger dragged Jin Ping'an to the entrance of the stairs.

Click.

He locked the door leading to the ground with his backhand, plugged in the bolt and coldly instructed: "Stay here and block the door, don't let the two above come down."

"In the black zone, we must use black means to solve problems."

The messenger took out a pistol from his waist, opened the insurance, and sneered, "Since he broke the rules and hacked the deposit, don't blame me for being rude."

After that, Jin Ping'an, who was left dumbfounded, went downstairs.

At this time, the boss was still happily counting money on the sofa, unaware that the danger was approaching.