"I don't know why Fourth Master Feng is looking for me?" Feng said with a smile. However, Feng's eyes showed no signs of smiling, and those eyes were cold and shivering.
"Oh? Dai Jun raised his eyesight, but I don't know, how did you see it?" Feng Siye asked with a smile.
"You are wearing sportswear and hiking shoes suitable for concealing your figure, but your hands give too much information. Strong, strong but well-maintained hands indicate that they must have been in the bottom of society. The most important thing is that you have just gone all the way. When I walked, I could see that you were walking on the inside, and the faint scent of sandalwood remained on your body. I can almost confirm that you are the coal king Feng Siye. I just don’t know what Feng Siye has to do with me." Feng finished With these words, it was discovered that Feng Siye was still indifferent.
"I just want to see with my own eyes what Daijuncho, who claims to have mastered the underground rules of this city, is like on weekdays. By the way, judge whether this person is worthy of being my helper." A gleam of Feng Siye's eyes flashed. Wisdom and provocation.
"What do you think now?" Feng was still careless.
"Dai Juncai's judgment and vision are indeed unique. However, I heard that a scholar who has no power to bind a chicken, is going to the meeting alone today, is it a big entrustment?"
Feng smiled, "Liangzi, come and meet the famous Feng Siye!" Liangzi squeezed over after hearing the sound, clasping his fists, "I have seen Feng Siye."
"This is" Feng Siye suddenly stopped talking. He saw Liangzi break the purple clay pot on the table into several pieces, as if it were walnut crisps. "It turns out that there are masters in charge, which is really abrupt."
"Then I dare to ask Fourth Master Feng what's wrong with him, and he actually needs to use the scholar who has no power to bind the chicken?" Feng also had a trace of unrest in his heart. After all, it felt uncomfortable to be suspected.
Fourth Master Feng said sternly: "This matter is extraordinary, please also Brother Feng to move to the humble house."
"I'm not a woman, and I don't need breast enhancement."
The home of Feng Siye is not a tiger's den, but there are more than one hundred people in the nursing home. There are a few zombies at the door, plus a set of surveillance systems without dead ends. The style of the home decoration is black and white, but it has some ancient styles. The "Tai Ping under Heaven" hanging in the nave is not signed. I don't know who wrote it. Feng Siye also drank tea, but it was Pu'er who was old, and Feng took a sip. He was really not interested in the tea soup like pickled vegetables and water.
"I don't know what Feng Siye entrusted?" Feng is not polite. Since he is here, he omitted those scenes. After all, there are only Feng Siye and himself in the inner room, and even Liangzi is sitting in the outer room.
"Daijun raised his hands and eyes to the sky, I must have smelled something recently." Feng Siye was not in a hurry, so he threw such an exam question to himself.
"Daijuncai is the nickname that the brothers have arbitrarily used, Siye must not take it seriously, for the wrong love, it is already a great love to call Feng Xiaoge." Feng Siye is so polite, Feng is really overwhelmed. "To say that recently, I have also seen some clues. In the recent cases I received, price disputes accounted for 30%, and fighting and anger also tended to rise. It seems that someone deliberately caused trouble, but I have not yet seen who it is. Handwriting."
"Brother Feng is humble. I don't have as many sources of information as you. I only know that all 187 coal mines in my hands are losing money this month."
"So serious?"
"There is a large influx of low-priced coal, transportation costs have risen, and officials seem to be asking for trouble. The tap of each ton of coal has increased by 3%."
"Who did Si Ye think did it?" Feng didn't know the answer.
"Why should my little brother tease the old man, he must already know it, why don't we write a name alone?"
Feng typed Liang on the phone, and Feng Siye wrote a word with tea, and he was also a Liang.
Both smiled, but both smiled bitterly.
It would be really a big trouble if Mr. Liang came to cross the bar. Mr. Liang is famous in the east. When he became famous, Feng was a good boy who was studying in school. Mr. Liang is actually a very kind person, but when he is not kind, he really is not a human being. He is God! According to legend, there was a boss who wanted to build a paper mill. There was nothing wrong with it. The location of the paper mill was at the upper wind of Mr. Liang’s villa. In fact, it was not very close, at least ten kilometers away. However, Mr. Liang was peaceful and peaceful. The owner of the paper mill said, you move to the downwind of my house and choose any place you want. It happened that the boss was a ignorant master, "Moving? Why? Will you help me move?" Mr. Liang left without saying a word.
On the next day, countless migrant workers came to the construction site of the paper mill. Everyone took a woven bag and carried a bag of bricks and then left. The owner of the paper mill wanted to stop, but the other party had too many people. They called the police, but nothing happened for a long time. People are interested. One day, my factory disappeared for a living and was emptied. Now that Mr. Liang gets involved in this city, is it because of the underground coal mines? Or something else? And Siye Feng actually asked himself to deal with such a monster-like person, no, it's a god, do you want to agree
"Why should I deal with him? Give me a reason." Feng said calmly.
"I only know that if Mr. Liang annexed my coal mine, coal prices would have to rise by at least 20%, prices and housing prices in the entire region would rise, gangs in the east would invade, and public security on the streets would be difficult to guarantee. The stability you worked hard to maintain would It's vulnerable." In the face of Feng's refusal, Siye Feng didn't seem to be surprised, and he seemed confident that Feng would agree to himself in the end.
"But my strength is not enough to deal with Mr. Liang." Feng said coldly, he is acting on behalf of the king, not a lunatic.
"All of the Feng family's industries can be put on top of this gambling battle, as long as the most basic capital chain is guaranteed, and the remaining liquid funds are available to you. All the manpower of my Feng family can be invested."
"Four masters are very good at it, but, what is the picture of Fourth Master doing this? I have not learned anything else in the past 20 years, but I still understand that it is not profitable."
"Once we win, the Feng family can enter the east. In return, the Feng family uses 10% of the eastern industry's annual profit for charity." Feng Siye stopped suddenly and paused and said, "I am also from Those who climb up from the bottom, I know the importance of stability to the poor and haha at the bottom of society."
Feng Siye was not talking nonsense. At the time, Feng Siye was not a master. His surname was Feng, Xingsi. He was a thug in a big mine. Instead of going to the mine, he had to face the coveting of underground resources from other coal mines. Occasionally, the thugs in the mine are the bodyguards of the coal mine, protecting not only the wealth of the mine owner, but also the livelihood of the miners.
The Fourth Master was once brilliant. They found a huge coalfield underground. A dozen coal mines around came up with red eyes. They were trading in the open, stumbling in the dark, and entangled in the miner’s blue skin. It’s common for people to fight to death in the mines, but Si Ye brought a team of a hundred people to protect the mines, and with an iron eyebrow stick, he just smoothed out the obstacles and established his own reputation, Si Ye’s reputation. It was typed out. Later, his reputation grew. He had his own team, his own mine, and later, the current Si Ye. Although he hasn't done anything for many years, his prestige remains unchanged. From the Lord.
Feng Siye suddenly took off his upper body sportswear, revealing his pure upper body. Although the year of knowing his destiny has passed, the knotted muscles and scars all over the upper body still show the strength and bitterness of the owner. Compared with Si Ye, the only scar on Feng's body was from riding a motorcycle.
Feng Moran, Feng Siye was right. The stability he painstakingly created poured his blood and sweat into him, and he couldn't bear it. He has not heard of Feng Siye's feat. In recent years, he has also heard that Siye is keen on charity. However, if this determination is made, it is not just me and Si Ye who are involved, but thousands of ordinary people. Is it worth it
Si Ye didn't speak, and Feng didn't say anything. For a long time, Feng let out a sigh of relief, "This matter is not trivial. Please also ask Si Ye to give me some time. After I think about it, I will reply to Si Ye. I am troubled."
Feng and Liangzi left the fourth master's house.
When Feng and Liangzi left the house, Si Ye's men asked quietly, "Si Ye, this acting monarch does not seem to be the case."
"He is really just a scholar, but he knows too many people. Moreover, he gives everyone who knows him a sense of intimacy. Just now, I had the urge to put my heart down with him. This is a great personality charm. ."
"But what's the use of this? The subordinates still don't understand."
"The merchant who can turn a dollar into a hundred dollars depends on contacts, and he is a merchant who sells'capacity'."
"Sales ability? What ability does he have?"
"What he sells is the ability of others, the buyer pays for the seller to do things, he is a middleman, and what he earns is humanity."
"What kind of harmony is this, is it really so powerful?"
"Wait for you to get involved with one-third of the people in the city. Humanity is your most powerful weapon. This is his ability." Yes, Dai Juncho has no teacher, no family background, and no strong background. , A weak scholar, but there are always countless capable people to help him. These people all solved their urgent needs through his matchmaking, and owed him no big or small favor.
"Subordinates still don't understand."
"Actually, I don't understand either. If we understand, he will have his seven-orifice exquisite heart." Feng Siye exclaimed with wide-eyed eyes: "The heart of a saint."
Feng carried Lin slowly on the road, passing by Lao Luo’s fruit shop, "Brother Feng, your pear." Feng stopped the car, sat in the crowded fruit shop of Lao Luo, and looked around him. Apple, pear, grape and watermelon, "Lao Luo, how's your business going?"
"It's okay, the money I earned is enough, the wife's illness is also cured, the girl is going to school, and when she can help, she will be relieved." Lao Luo's thin face was filled with happiness and hope.
"No one is making trouble." Feng asked casually.
"No, where would you dare them, at the door of Brother Feng's house. It's just that a few small green skins came to eat in the previous paragraph, and they were dismissed by Brother Zhu on the street."
"Huh?" What's going on, it's not a big deal to rub a few fruits, but no one has dared to do it for a long time in the streets where I live. It also maintains the safety of the party, and even has the function of helping the vendors to inform the news. When the city management comes, they shout loudest and earliest.
Before the bookstore closed, Feng had to say goodbye to Lin, who usually lived with her mother. "Do you have something on your mind?"
"Well, it's a little thing." Feng knew that he couldn't hide Lin's eyes, so the big thing was reduced.
"I'll come to you tonight. I haven't been there for a long time, so I just packed up for you." How can Lin know that when Feng expressed concern last time, the families of more than 20 miners who died were surrounded by Feng's motorcycle , And then Feng talked with the mine owner many times, spent several nights, and finally won an extra 50,000 compensation for everyone. Since then, Feng has gray hair on his head. But even that time, Feng just sighed. Today, Feng actually gave the children the wrong book three times. There is something big in his mind.
"It's okay, but my place is messy, you really clean it up."
"I owed you in my previous life, how come I clean up every time I go to your house."
Lin cooked a table of dishes, but found that Feng was just picking up the rice hastily, "Isn't what I cooked today?"
"Huh? No, it's delicious." Feng was thinking about things, but didn't pay attention to what Lin said.
"Lin, I'll go out and come back later." Feng decided to go out and find someone.
"Be careful." Lin asked.