I was a daigou in the 60s

It turned out that Yang Xueqin set up a scam in the red zone, targeting single men because she was in urgent need of money.

Every time someone takes the bait, she dresses up as an oiran.

Lead them to a remote place and wait until they receive the money.

He used sweet words to confuse the other party and took the opportunity to escape.

After several incidents, she made many enemies.

And now it is those deceived customers who are chasing her.

After scolding the man with a crew cut, the short-haired man walked towards Xiao Dongqing with an apologetic smile.

But his eyes were always fixed on Yang Xueqin, with a greedy glint in his eyes.

He took out a cigarette, trying to lighten the mood.

"Boss, I'm so sorry, my brother doesn't pay much attention to what he says, please don't bother with him."

Xiao Dongqing snorted coldly and refused the cigarette offered to him.

The short-haired man put the cigarette back into the box awkwardly.

“Boss, this woman owes a few of us money, so we chased her all the way here.

It would be much more convenient if you could hand her over to us."

The short-haired man suggested.

"Can't we talk things out face to face? How much does she owe you?"

Xiao Dongqing asked.

The short-haired man was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"This is our private matter, no need to bother the boss."

"Please be kind enough to show mercy."

Xiao Dongqing frowned and said unhappily.

"I said, let's solve it face to face, didn't you hear me?!"

The short-haired man's smile froze. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted angrily.

"Don't refuse a toast! This woman tricked us into a trap in the Red Zone. Hand her over now!"

Xiao Dongqing raised his eyebrows in disdain.

"If I don't hand him over, what can you do to me?"

"Then I'll deal with you too!"

The short-haired man roared and ordered his companions to pick up stones and sticks and prepare to take action.

The noise attracted the attention of the guests in the hotel.

Several security guards rushed out quickly with iron bars and surrounded the short-haired man and others.

"You're causing trouble at the Peace Hotel. Are you tired of living?"

A security guard shouted sternly.

He waved the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at the man with short hair.

The iron stick was more than one meter long, while the wooden stick in the opponent's hand was less than half a meter, which was obviously a disadvantage.

Seeing this, the short-haired man immediately dropped the stick in his hand.

He curled up on the ground in fear and begged Xiao Dongqing for mercy.

"Boss, I was just joking. I don't want the money. We're leaving now. Please let me go."

However, Xiao Dongqing ignored his pleas.

Instead, he took Yang Xueqin straight into the hotel.

Before entering the restaurant, he winked at Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong understood, walked towards the security guards and handed each of them a high-end cigarette.

He gave the captain some extra tips and said softly.

"When you do it later, please be sure to use more force."

"Our box is on the third floor. We need to make sure we can hear any movement."

"Don't worry, this is our expertise."

The security captain took the money with a smile, then his face darkened and he hit the short-haired man hard with an iron rod.

After a dull thud, the short-haired man was beaten with a bloody head, and he screamed in pain while covering his head.

"Stop fighting, Boss. We know we were wrong."

The short-haired man cried and shouted, but his pleas for mercy failed to stop the violence.

Iron rods rained down, accompanied by continuous screams.

The violence lasted about fifteen minutes before it gradually subsided.

In a private room on the third floor of the Peace Hotel, Zhang Hong closed the window, returned to his seat and asked Xiao Dongqing.

"Manager, what do you think of this approach?"

Xiao Dongqing nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.

Zhang Hong smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the silent Yang Xueqin beside him.

"Miss, how old are you this year?"

Zhang Hong asked.

"Twenty-six."

Yang Xueqin looked up and answered, looking a little dazed.

"Twenty-six years old, in the prime of youth. Are you married?"

Zhang Hong continued to ask.

Yang Xueqin shook her head.

This made Zhang Hong even more excited, and he sat next to Yang Xueqin.

He began asking her all sorts of questions, as if he were conducting a detailed investigation.

Xiao Dongqing drank tea quietly, pretending not to see this scene.

"Xueqin, why were those people chasing you just now?"

"Are you in any trouble? Tell me, I'll help you solve it."

As Zhang Hong spoke, a malicious smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Xueqin's hand.

Yang Xueqin's body shook violently, and her expression instantly became cold.

He stood up suddenly and shook off Zhang Hong's hand.

"Go away!"

She said coldly.

"Oh, you're such a temperamental girl, how come you were so scared by those people?"

Zhang Hong teased.

At this time, Xiao Dongqing interrupted.

"Mr. Zhang, it's almost time, we should get down to business."

Zhang Hong smiled bitterly and nodded slightly.

"Ok."

He stood up and returned to his seat.

After sitting down, he turned to look at Yang Xueqin and said gently.

"Sister, don't be angry, I was just joking.

Since you are Mr. Xiao's friend, you are naturally my friend as well.

Why don't you stay and have a quick meal together?"

Xiao Dongqing waved at Yang Xueqin, motioning her to sit next to him.

Yang Xueqin nodded and sat down as she was told.

Zhang Hong felt unhappy when he saw this.

But he didn't show it, just silently fiddling with the chopsticks in front of him.

As the waiters brought the dishes to the table one after another, Xiao Dongqing turned to Zhang Hong and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, let me introduce you to an important person."

"Liang Zheng, he is the inheritor of the Liangzi stinky tofu craft."

"I'll be responsible for all technical work related to stinky tofu production after the mechanized factory is built."

Hearing this, Zhang Hong's body suddenly stiffened and he stood up in surprise.

"What?! Xiao Dongqing, that stinky tofu stall isn't yours?"

Xiao Dongqing nodded and explained.

"I'm just a helper. The real technical controller is Mr. Liang."

Zhang Hong's expression instantly turned ugly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He always thought that Xiao Dongqing was the boss, and the signature on the contract was also Xiao Dongqing's name.

Now that he knows that's not the case, he feels cheated.

"Xiao Dongqing, are you kidding me? You must return all the money to me!"

Zhang Hong roared.

Xiao Dongqing raised his eyebrows slightly and asked back.

"How did I trick you?"

"Liangzi stinky tofu isn't your business at all. How could you pretend to be the boss and sign a contract with me?"

"If something happens and you run away, who will I hold responsible?"

Zhang Hong questioned.

"The project hasn't even started yet, and you're already worried about this?"

"Boss Zhang, I'm afraid you won't make a lot of money with this attitude."

Xiao Dongqing sneered.

Zhang Hong's face became increasingly worse, and he was almost speechless due to anger.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense, and Liang Zheng's heart was in his throat.

"Mr. Zhang, listen to me, although Liangzi stinky tofu is my business."

"But Xiao Dongqing is my brother, this matter is not important to him."

Liang Zheng wanted to ease the situation.

"What do you know!"

Zhang Hong was furious.

At this time, Zhang Hong finally understood everything.

It turns out that from the very beginning, this was a scheme carefully designed by Xiao Dongqing.

By having Xiao Dongqing sign the contract, Xiao Dongqing actually reduced his own risk.

If mechanized production fails, it will lead to continuous losses.

According to the contract, Zhang Hong has the right to purchase the production line.

But if the stinky tofu industry does not belong to Xiao Dongqing.

Then even if the project fails, Zhang Hong can only take back the machinery and equipment.

But unable to obtain the entire stinky tofu industry.