After sending the message to Jiang Zhitao, the subsequent events have nothing to do with Jiang Jiahao.
As long as the news is true, Jiang Jiahao will receive the mission reward from Jiang Zhitao before long.
If the news is false... Haha, if it's false, it's false. What bad intentions can a little undercover have?
After leaving Xiangji, Jiang Jiahao returned to the flower stall in Xixiang with the packed fish balls. When he saw Buck-toothed Su lying on the table reading a novel, he threw him a fish ball.
Buck Yasu ate the fish balls, looked at Swordsman, and praised the taste of the fish balls.
"Brother Hao, these fish balls are so fresh. They must be freshly made fish balls."
Jiang Jiahao sat back on his chair and continued his work. Hearing this, he curled his teeth and said, "Who do you think makes better fish balls between you and him?"
"How should I put this?"
"Although I sold hand-made fish balls before, the raw materials were all dead fish. If the fish is dead for more than a certain period of time, it will lose its original flavor, even if it is frozen, it will be useless."
"The fish balls at this restaurant must be made from live fish, gutted, minced and made into fish balls, so that they can maintain their freshness."
"Brother Hao, I, Buck-toothed Su, dare to pat my chest and say, well, if I also use live fish to make fish balls, the fish balls I make will definitely taste better than this!"
Speaking of fish balls, Buck Yasu seemed to have touched the most sacred territory, with a look of pride on his face.
A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Jiahao's lips. If he accepts a younger brother, he must investigate the other party's details thoroughly.
Buck-toothed Su has been a fisherman for generations, and his skills in cooking fish are unmatched by many restaurant chefs.
It's just that in Buck Yasu's generation, her parents went to sea a few years ago, encountered a shipwreck, and never came back.
Buck Yasu and his little sister lived by doing odd jobs and working as street vendors, so they would not be forced into desperation, nor would they want to join a club.
Touching his chin, Jiang Jiahao came up with a good way to make money.
In the past few days, he has been running the Chinese Character Flower Stall and found that there are many experienced entertainers here, who play all day and night.
When you are hungry, go to a nearby private workshop to buy some food to satisfy your hunger, and then come back and continue playing.
This kind of person will not leave unless he loses everything.
Jiang Jiahao looked at Buck Yasu with such a strange expression that he was so frightened that Buck Yasu looked away and felt that the fish balls in his mouth were not that fresh anymore.
"Hao, Brother Hao, you, what do you want to do?"
"If you had to choose between watching the show and making fish balls, which one would you prefer?"
Jiang Jiahao lit up a cigarette and puffed away the smoke, and the plan to tie up the canteen for Zihua Stall quickly took shape in his mind.
"Ah? As long as I can stay with Brother Hao, have books to read, and make money, I'm fine with it."
Buck-toothed Su scratched the back of his head and responded with a sneer.
Jiang Jiahao hooked his fingers at Buck-toothed Su, who came close to him and opened his mouth in surprise when he heard Jiang Jiahao's canteen plan.
"Brother Hao, it's feasible, this is feasible!"
"It's just that we have few manpower here..."
The excitement on Buck Yasu's face condensed, and he thought of a very difficult problem. The calligraphy and painting stall was short of manpower.
A week ago, he followed Jiang Jiahao to take over the flower stall.
The previous stall owner took away all his confidants, leaving only a few croupiers and horses, for the sake of Inspector Jiang Jiahao's face.
Adding a side business to the Zihua Stall will definitely make money, but only if they don’t have that many manpower available!
"You don't have to worry about manpower. I just want to ask you a question. I've added a side business to Zihua Stall. Can you take the lead?"
Jiang Jiahao lazily leaned on his chair. In one week, the Zihua Stall made him more than 20,000 yuan.
In addition to paying the Zhou Gong to the society and the fees for managing various forces, he still has 10,000 yuan that he can freely use.
Now Jiang Jiahao is no longer the Ma Zai who couldn't even pay the rent before.
The price of houses for sale in Yau Ma Tei is more than 2,000 yuan per house.
Jiang Jiahao's current profit in one week is enough to buy three private houses in Yau Ma Tei, and there is still some leftover.
When you have money, you will naturally be tough when speaking. Once you think of a new idea, go for it, and it doesn’t cost much!
Hearing this, Buck-toothed Su bit his lips and nodded heavily: "As long as Brother Hao can help me, I can do it."
"What I want is your words!"
"Go find a suitable location nearby. No matter how much it costs, rent one first."
Opening the safe, Jiang Jiahao took out a large roll of cotton wool and threw it to Buck Yasu, waving his hand.
Seeing Buck-toothed Su leaving, Jiang Jiahao put out his cigarette butts, locked the manuscript paper in a drawer, and took out a few rolls of banknotes from the safe.
With only one Zihuatan, even if he adds royalties, he can barely make ends meet. He, Jiang Jiahao, traveled to this barbaric 1966 and did not come to live a hard life!
If you don't want to give up your children, you can't trap the wolf. Only by spreading your money, recruiting more younger brothers, and accumulating original capital as quickly as possible can you make your power bigger and stronger, and you can expect a promising future.
Nowadays, clubs all over Xiangjiang are casting nets to recruit underlings. Two-thirds of the population in Xiangjiang has a club background.
It would be difficult to find an innocent boy among the remaining one-third of the population. If he were to take in two or five boys, he would be the only unlucky one, Jiang Jiahao.
Jiang Jiahao has been thinking about taking in a younger brother for a long time, and decided to take a different approach and take a path that no one else has gone before!
A few months ago, the original owner smuggled himself from the mainland to Xiangjiang. He was discovered by patrolling marine police on the way and thrown into the Baishiling Refugee Camp.
Before escaping from the refugee camp, the original owner made a few friends in the refugee camp, and they were all pretty good people.
At that time, the original owner also promised that when he established a foothold in Xiangjiang, he would pick them up and make a fortune together.
Now that Jiang Jiahao had money and was in urgent need of a younger brother, he immediately thought of Baishiling Refugee Camp.
The people in the refugee camps are almost all refugees who have been forced into a desperate situation and live a life worse than death.
As long as someone gives them a hot meal and takes them out of the sea of misery, they will definitely be a devoted and good boy!
Half an hour later, Sham Shui Po and the Bai Shek Ling Refugee Camp were already in sight.
Parking the rented truck on the roadside, Jiang Jiahao stood not far from the refugee camp.
Looking at the flashing barbed wire fence in front of me, listening to the screams and curses coming from inside, I still felt a little numb in my scalp.
"Stop, this is the Baishiling Refugee Camp. No one else is allowed to come near!"
"Hello, sir, I'm here to pick you up."
In front of the iron gate of the refugee camp, two policemen were gambling with money. When they saw someone approaching, they immediately pulled out their small revolvers and stared at Jiang Jiahao warily.
The leading police officer lowered his guard when he saw that Jiang Jiahao was wearing a suit and tie and raising his hands like a dog. He was here to pick someone up.
He put away the gun, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, frowning and touching his pocket.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Jiang Jiahao took out a lighter and came over to light cigarettes for the two policemen.
When Jiang Jiahao saw that the leading policeman had been staring at his lighter intentionally or unintentionally, he smiled and stuffed it into his hand.
He took out two bulging red envelopes from his pocket, distributed them to the two of them, crossed his fists, and inadvertently revealed the tattoo of the word Huatan on his arms.
The two policemen raised their eyebrows slightly, opened the red envelope in front of Jiang Jiahao, and counted the large cotton tires one by one.
After confirming that there were no counterfeit coins and that the red envelope was worth two hundred yuan, he nodded with satisfaction and put it in his pocket.
"Tell me, who to pick up?"
"Da Tian Er, Goudan Hei, Lai Ba Lai, Huang Meng'ang, Huang Mengli, Ruan Wenjie, Hu Zhiwen, Li Yexu..."
The leading policeman did not say anything after hearing this, and just pointed to the duty room behind him.
Jiang Jiahao nodded, went to the duty room and changed into a grass green police uniform and a black big-brimmed hat.
Outside the door, the leading policeman signaled his companions to be on duty outside. He waved to Jiang Jiahao, who was neatly dressed, and opened the small locked iron door on the side.
"Big Circle Boy, my name is Zhang Xinhua. If you come to pick someone up from now on, come to me and I'll give you a discount."
Jiang Jiahao followed Zhang Xinhua into the refugee camp. Feeling the fear spreading in his heart, he nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, I understand the rules."
