These three points were not too harsh, and everyone agreed.
Cao An nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, now your task is to go to the streets to find work... There are those who owe money but don't pay it back, those who borrow money for mortgage, and those who find someone to settle things, as long as you can afford the price , bring them all to someone."
As the saying goes, rogues have their own way of survival.
This group of people may be useless in other aspects, but they also know the life of the lower class in Bianliang best.
The widow of this family is pretty, and the son of that family has no butthole...
No matter what the bullshit is, they know it all.
"Arhat, send the leaflets to them."
Cao An picked up a pile of freshly printed flyers from the table and ordered: "Distribute all these flyers before dark! Each person can bring back at least one business to someone. Can you do it?"
"able!"
There are a few senior gangsters who pat their chests and promise.
Arhat knew the man, he laughed and kicked him, and said teasingly: "Master, can you tell me how to read? Do you know what is written on it?"
The rogue licked his smile and said, "It doesn't matter what you write. What matters is that you know what Mr. Lang wants to do. That's all!"
"well said!"
Cao An clapped his hands, stood up and said with a smile: "Whoever makes the most orders today will be rewarded with two extra coins!"
All the gangsters were immediately struck with blood, and the birds and beasts scattered and rushed out.
"Lang Jun, can these people do it?"
Chang Chun looked down on these scum from the bottom of his heart.
A certain royal guard was reduced to working with a group of gangsters...
Isn't that ironic?
"Haha, if it's okay, you'll know if you take a look."
Cao Anyun sat drinking tea calmly, pausing from time to time, wondering what he was thinking.
"Mr. Lang, someone has placed an order!"
Arhat ran back first before finishing the cup of tea.
Behind him was a somewhat naive middle-aged man.
"This man is Liu Quan from the east end of the street. He is in the coffin business..."
Luo Han was anxious to place an order and went straight to the point: "His business has always been good, but he was repeatedly bullied by his peers, and he sent people to his shop several times to smash it up."
"Didn't report to the official?"
Cao An asked cautiously.
"I reported it, but those yamen officials in Kaifeng Mansion were stuffed with money and didn't care about anything!"
Liu Quan's face turned a little dark, and it seemed that he had been tortured recently.
"Mr. Lang..."
Arhat leaned close to his ear and whispered: "What he means is that he wants us to come forward to scare that person... Moreover, that person also knows that he only has a little money and has no big background."
That’s nonsense!
Fuck him!
Cao An suddenly stood up: "Ten passes!"
"What?"
Liu Quan didn't expect this person to be so direct.
Don't you even want to say a few words?
"For ten dollars, I guarantee that that person will never trouble you again...if you can't do it, you'll get a full refund!"
As he spoke, Cao An pointed to the wooden plaque 'No. 001' hanging on the screen in the middle hall.
The Cao's Chamber of Commerce made a big splash yesterday, and Liu Quan naturally understood what Cao An meant.
He said slightly uneasily: "As long as Mr. Cao Lang can help someone handle this matter, let alone ten guan, twenty guan is not much money..."
He is an honest man...
No wonder I was bullied.
"Ten passes, just ten passes...what I care about is credibility!"
Cao An patted Liu Quan on the shoulder and ordered: "Arhat, go get two barrels of red paint...Chang Chun, Wu Han, you two go with me."
Arhat was confused: "Mr. Lang, why do you want red paint?"
"Be prepared for any trouble..."
…
Bianhe Street is very long.
There are many shops from south to north, covering almost all industries in Bianliang.
But this is an outer city after all, and most of the businesses are not big, and there are few shops with solid backends.
Cao An took people to the coffin shop.
There are three or five craftsmen inside, working together to build a high-quality mahogany coffin.
Not many families in the outer city can afford mahogany, so it can be seen that the coffin shop does a good business.
"Cheng Fu?"
Cao An walked in leisurely with his hands behind his back, kicked down a wooden board, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Business is good..."
"The guest is..."
The middle-aged man in the room looked over with a frown, a bit of displeasure on his face.
Some people can tell just by looking at their faces that they are not fuel-efficient.
This Cheng Fu was particularly concerned about his appearance.
"I heard that you are quite arrogant?"
Cao An ignored him and walked back and forth in the house, kicking down many wooden boards and leaving a series of muddy footprints.
"The guests are here to cause trouble!"
Cheng Fu couldn't hold it any longer and picked up the hammer next to him. A few of the guys also picked up the hammer and surrounded Cao An.
"Liu Quan is someone's guest. In a word... if you bully him again in the future, someone will be angry."
Cao An was not afraid, and her indifferent and contemptuous eyes made people feel itchy.
"Ma's!"
One of the waiters couldn't stand it anymore and yelled: "Which crotch of your pants is not fastened and it leaks out for you? How do you want to make things smooth for others? Today, I will let you know, know, Lord Ma How many eyes do you have?”
Fight if you say so.
The folk customs of the people of the Song Dynasty are still very strong these days, much stronger than they were in the next two hundred years.
If those people at that time had the same temperament as they do now, the Southern Song Dynasty might have been able to survive for a few more years...
"It's your turn to perform..."
Cao An looked behind him with a smile and stepped aside.
Wuhan was the first to rush forward.
Snapped!
It was just a slap in the face, and the guy threw himself on the street, fell to the ground and twitched repeatedly.
Tsk!
Even Cao An, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but smack his lips.
One slap can kill someone, how powerful is that!
Zhao Yunsheng is really interesting. These two people wouldn't exchange it for a thousand pieces of gold!
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Before those guys with ferocious faces could express themselves, they were frightened by Wu Han's slap and took a few steps back.
"You...what do you want to do!"
Cheng Fu looked even more shocked, looking at Wu Han tremblingly, his legs unsteady.
"That's it?"
Cao An stepped forward, stared at Cheng Fu and spat: "I thought there would be a bloody battle... It seems that you are useless! Are you just trying to bully the market like others? Who gave you the courage?"
"X...X did not bully Liu Quan..."
Cheng Fu had long lost the confidence he had just now. He lowered his head and did not dare to meet Cao An's eyes: "It's him...it's because he didn't manage things well...someone just scared him a few times."
How could Cao An care about this?
Smiling, he put his arms around Cheng Fu's shoulders and said, "What do you think we should do about this matter? Liu Quan is now a client of someone... He spent money, so someone will naturally do something."
Spend money?
I co-authored it for money!
Cheng Fu glanced at the waiter on the ground with some aggrievement, gritted his teeth and said, "I dare to ask you, noble man, how much did Liu Quan spend..."
"Haha, what's wrong?"
Cao An hooked his shoulder and got very close to him.
This kind of distance can make people most resistant, especially those who have just been smoked...
Cheng Fu shrank his neck subconsciously, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "No matter how much he pays, I will give you double! ... In this case, can I also become your customer?"
