At twelve o'clock at night, the Blood and Bone Gang's stronghold.
Seven or eight cars came in and out, and a dozen workers were busy and busy.
In front of the small building of the stronghold, Mo Fan was sitting on the roof of a modified car smoking a cigarette, looking at the mountains of loot piled on the ground, frowning and asking:
"So many things, only forty-five thousand in total?"
A Blood and Bone Gang boy named Wang Jie Ke said with an apologetic smile:
"Boss, the Blood and Bones Gang is just a small gang. It doesn't have much money. It can only stock up on half a month's worth of goods at a time, and most of the profits have to be handed over to the big gangs in the city."
Mo Fan looked slightly better, "What about these guns?"
"These guns are not smuggled into the wilderness, they are cheap goods used by poor people. When you join a gang, you are required to bring your own. The guns of the brothers in the gang are basically bought from the flea market, and many of them are from my shop. selling."
Mo Fan asked in disbelief:
"The gangsters don't even have guns? That's too unprofessional."
"The weapons of gang members are equivalent to the diplomas of company employees. They are just bricks and mortar. When I dropped out of junior high school, the first thing I did was to work in my uncle's shop for three months. I saved up money and bought a pistol. Because of its good quality, Among the twelve people who interviewed for the Blood and Bone Gang, the bald boss took a liking to me at first sight."
"Wow."
Looking at the proud Wang Jack, Mo Fan didn't know how to comment, so he could only applaud perfunctorily.
Jack Wang smiled shyly and changed the subject.
"Boss, weapons are low in oil and water, but if you can sell us the second-hand prosthetics of some bosses, the price will be..."
"Don't think about the prosthetic body. Forty-five thousand is just forty-five thousand."
Mo Fan interrupted Wang Jack's words. What he lacks now is a prosthetic body, not money.
While he was talking, a middle-aged man with a stout figure, but who could tell at a glance that he and Wang Jack were members of the same family, walked over.
He is Jack Wang’s uncle, Bill Wang, who runs a recycling shop.
"Hello, I have finished calculating the price. The total is 45,672.38 federal coins. I can give you a round of 50,000. What do you think?"
"No problem." This is the first time Mo Fan has seen someone so generous.
Bill Wang took out a bearer savings chip.
"The password is six zeros and can be withdrawn at any Commonwealth bank or used to make payments directly."
After saying that, he handed over another electronic business card.
"If you still have some goods and want to sell them next time, you can call me anytime as long as you are within the city of West. If you need to buy anything, you can also come to me."
Mo Fan put away his business card and picked a blue muscle sports car from the Blood Bone Gang's garage.
Scratch the Blood and Bones gang graffiti, throw the loot into the passenger seat, and drive back to the trailer park.
This time, not counting the prosthetic body obtained, a total of 100,000 federal coins were obtained.
The numbers seem high. According to the average income in Yefeng Town, it takes sixteen years of work. Combined with the local life expectancy, many people will not earn that much money in their lifetime.
It can be used to purchase prosthetics, and one hundred thousand federal coins is not too much.
You can only buy a new commercial prosthesis that is brand new from the factory, and it is still an ordinary part, and important parts such as eyes and internal organs may not be enough.
If it is a combat-type commercial prosthetic body, it will be even more expensive. Even a second-hand product will start at 200,000 federal coins.
In the realm of Yefeng Town, by working as a stripper cowherd to earn money to buy a prosthetic body for practice, he could not reach the body-refining realm even if his waist twisted like a spark.
Mo Fan patted the co-pilot's sports bag, feeling the aura from the three prosthetics inside, and sighed that no one would be rich without windfall.
If you want to continue practicing spiritual practice, you must find some way to earn a lot of money.
Go back and buy the Code of Federal Regulations to see what the official employment guide advises.
He did not hide his identity when he attacked the Blood and Bone Gang, and was even prepared to use this vote to gain some fame.
Whether you are a killer or a black boxer for a large company, your own strength is important, but the more important thing is the packaging.
Without a few "King of Killers" and "Cold-Blooded Death" gimmicks, who can trust you to spend a lot of money to hire you?
Only by building a reputation can you receive high-priced orders.
It doesn't matter if the order cannot be completed. You can subcontract it to a new person who has the ability but no reputation and earn an intermediary fee.
If you single-handedly eliminate the Blood and Bone Gang, you can at least be considered a prominent figure in Yefeng Town. It won't be long before various forces come to contact you.
Even if I go back to being a cowherd, the cost of sitting on the stage can be doubled several times.
As a "quasi-celebrity," he was no longer fit to continue living in a trailer park.
Life is not easy for everyone. He doesn't want to cause trouble to his neighbors, and he is also afraid that his neighbors will cause him trouble for money.
When he got home, he simply packed some things, took the tent, and prepared to leave.
The movement of packing things attracted nearby neighbors to watch.
After learning that he was moving, several neighbors showed reluctance, and almost all the girls in the trailer camp tried to persuade him to stay.
However, when they learned that he was not going to take away the RV and that the house and its contents could be disposed of as they pleased, the neighbors ignored him and started fighting over valuable items in the house.
Mo Fan left the trailer camp and drove along the road for a while, stopping in front of a motel near the town.
The motel is old, the dilapidated walls are badly discolored, and half of the neon sign is darkened and has not been repaired.
A "Open" sign hangs at the door, proving that the place has not been abandoned.
Just by looking at the door, Mo Fan knew that what was waiting for him would not be a clean and comfortable room.
Most of the parking lot in front of the hotel is empty, which also proves the popularity of this place.
If he were a tourist, he would definitely change his hotel, but what he needs now is not comfort, but quietness.
A space where he could absorb several prosthetics without being disturbed.
It's just right here.
At the front desk of the hotel was a freckle-faced boy in his mid-teens, business was deserted, and he was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.
Mo Fan coughed dryly to attract the boy's attention.
"A studio room."
"Several people?"
The young man glanced at him and quickly continued to lower his head.
"one."
"how long?"
"A week."
"Single room, 30 federal coins per day, deposit 100."
Mo Fan used his savings chip to scan 310, and the young man said skillfully:
"Room 205 will be handed over one week later before 7pm. Please use the room in a civilized manner. If the items in the room are damaged, the compensation will be deducted from the deposit. If you need food delivery, please call the front desk hotline."
Mo Fan took out a box of cigarettes and put it on the table and pushed it to the front desk.
I got the cigarettes from the Blood and Bones Room, high-end goods, 10 federal coins a box.
"I need some advice."
Seeing the smoke, the young man put away his mobile phone and his expression became much more enthusiastic.
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything is fine."
The young man looked around to make sure there was no one around. He leaned closer and lowered his voice and said:
"I do have some suggestions."
“During your stay, you’d better not order food from the store. In order to save space last year, the boss transformed the employee toilet into a storage room, and the chef is too lazy to go to the public toilet 300 meters away... If you don’t want to eat it in your meal Weird condiments, I suggest you find a mobile food truck two kilometers away, at least it’s clean.”
Mo Fan nodded with a livid face. This pack of cigarettes was worth it. To save trouble, he originally planned to have all his meals this week at the hotel.
The boy added: "If you need to buy a gun, you can go to 302 Martin, but don't go to him to buy medicine. 207 Pete has a lot of pure products and the price is relatively cheap."
"Shooting is prohibited in the hotel. There is a crematorium underground to serve unruly guests. Of course, for a generous guest like you, if you can pay double the price of the damaged items afterwards, then you can dismantle it." You can do it here.”
"The last thing is, don't believe the little advertisements in the room. I have tried them, but they are all lies. The person who comes is old enough to be my grandma."
