Bang...a loud slap hit the face of the kowtowing boy, and five purple finger prints suddenly appeared.
"It hurts, it hurts..." Before the boy could cry out, Master Duzi waved his hands and shouted angrily, "You heartless thing, who in Qiqihar City doesn't call me Master Duzi? What kind of prince do you call me? So noble?" What to do?"
"I'll teach you to be a good boy! Do you know why farmers give their children cheap names? A cheap name is easy to make a living! Do you know why I feel happy when people call me Calf Master? Because this name is cheap enough to make people remember it. I will never forget it for the rest of my life..."
"Fuck you, why are you calling me Prince? Call me Lord Calf! Or just call me bastard Calf... The more you call me like that, the happier I will be..."
He cursed angrily, and finally rushed up and hit the young guy in the face with both feet, "What the fuck, are you still justified in selling smuggled salt?"
This beating scared the surrounding merchants and people so much that they stepped back, thinking that they would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, a villain rather than a lunatic, and a madman than a pervert!
This bastard is neither a villain nor a lunatic, he is a pervert!
Tired from the beating and thirsty, his soldiers brought him a warm purple clay pot. The bastard took a sip and let out a long breath, "I have no money... It's easy to deal with no money! Isn't there a shopkeeper in your house?" Third daughter? Send her to me to comfort me, this matter is not beyond discussion..."
"Wang...Master Duzi, please show your noble hand, please show your noble hand..."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come here and drag him away..." He waved two soldiers guarding the city and rushed over, dragging the beaten boy towards the city. After entering the city, they kicked him. Kicked to the ground.
"Get out of here! Tell your shopkeeper, either you give me money or you give me your daughter... Is it still reasonable to sell smuggled salt? What a fool..."
After such an experience, the city gate suddenly became much more orderly. These merchants no longer dared to take chances. They quoted whatever goods they had. The bastard said that the taxes would be as much as they wanted, and they did not dare to disobey them at all.
After putting down the warm tea and replacing it with soju, Mr. Duzi crossed his legs and said with a smile to the old soldier next to him, "On weekdays, I see you guys running errands like a bunch of stupid roe deers, all dressed in rags and homeless. You are really guarding the golden rice bowl and begging for food!"
"Today I am going to teach you your skills! Do you know Heshen, the God of Wealth in the Qing Dynasty? You don't even know this... what a bunch of losers! Heshen, the most favored minister around Emperor Qianlong! How did he start his business back then? It started to develop from the Chongwenmen tariff..."
"Tariffs, tariffs! This is the greatest welfare in the world. As long as you have a smart mind, bright eyes, and ruthless attacks! Just wait and get rich..."
The veteran wearing a tattered cotton suit next to him had a flattering look on his face, "You are right, Mr. Du Zi! We are not smart enough, and we need some advice from Mr. Du Zi... You can teach us two more tricks than anything else!"
Bah... spitting out a mouthful of peanut skin, the bastard laughed and cursed, "What a fool, can you learn two tricks if I teach you? That's nonsense, you have no one to protect you, and you still want to get rich... Just watch today. Come on, if you don’t get four thousand taels of silver, I’ll dig out your eyeballs!”
The veteran echoed the words but cursed in his heart, "If I were as wicked as you, I would have made a fortune long ago. This is not collecting taxes, this is collecting people's lives..."
The bastard clapped his hands, "Okay, from now on, I, the bastard, will protect you and make you rich. I guarantee that your income will triple... I'm not greedy either. Give me a six and you guys will get a four..."
"Don't be stingy. I don't get this face for nothing. Why don't I have to spend money to support it? If I divide you four into four, I already have more than before..."
Hey... The veteran almost lost his temper, thinking that you are too greedy, you open your mouth and ask for sex, you are really a bastard! But I dare not show it on my face when I curse in my heart. When Tepuxin is not around, no one in Qiqihar City can afford to offend him.
So what if Tepuxin comes back? As long as the bastard gives money, the old money-grubber won't care about the lives of a few ordinary people. Sigh... If you, Tepuxin, hadn't controlled the price of official salt and tripled it, why would private salt sales be so powerful that even the owner of a grocery store would secretly leave the industry?
The bastard was chatting with the veterans on the surface, but his eyes were fixed on the caravans and people who were about to enter the city. He was using his powerful ability to observe words and emotions to find out who was suspicious and who could squeeze out the benefits.
"Stop! What are those people behind you hiding from? Come here... My dear, there are more than fifty people! What kind of goods are in the mule carrier? Let me check..."
Seventy or eighty steps away from the city gate, there was actually a group of people leading merchants carrying a team of mules carrying goods. Each of them was wearing dirty clothes, and their faces were covered with thick felts. At first glance, they looked like they were outside the pass in the wind and snow. Trader role.
The evasive look cannot deceive anyone, and such a large-scale support team proves the strength of this family. If the bastard is mistaken, he will lose his reputation in vain.
When the people around them saw that Mr. Duzi had picked a new target, they were all frightened and quickly retreated to distinguish themselves from this group of unlucky people. Soon, a large area of space was opened around the mule team.
"Who is in charge? Where did you come from and where do you want to go? Let me show you the route. Tell me the name of the company and see if I can get involved..."
"What do you mean? You're mute? You're such a jerk, you don't say anything and you're still standing up to Mr. Du Zi. Oh, I said you want to die, don't you..."
"Come here! Tie up these mute people who can't speak. There must be something wrong with this batch of goods. Let me check them carefully!"
The bastard stretched out his hand to grab the mask on the head's face, but unexpectedly the person was not afraid of him at all, and grabbed his wrist with a lightning strike.
Good guy, Du Ziye was so painful that he was sweating. This man’s hands were as strong as iron pliers, and he couldn’t break free three times in a row.
What made the bastard even more frightened was the aura displayed by this man. There was no trace of fear, and there was no timidity like ordinary people would have when seeing an official. Instead, his bright black eyes were full of ridicule.
"You, you, you...are you a gangster? From that mountain top? To tell you the truth, I know a lot of friends from three mountains and five mountains... Let go, if you want to sell some good stuff in the city, come to me! I'm a bastard You have many connections, so I guarantee that the price will be higher than what you sell yourself..."
This is really so cruel that it scares people who are stunned and scared of their lives. What perverts are most afraid of are desperadoes who kill without batting an eyelid.
Note: Okay, I confess, I admit, the name Bastard is a prank on me!
