Mr. Bang said, spreading his palms and saying, "Pay a deposit of 100 yuan first."

"This...I am penniless."

Zhao Lin patted himself and said he had no money.

"No money? What if you run away with the goods?"

Mr. Bang frowned and said, then waved his hand, "Forget it, sir, I have a kind heart and let you work first. However, five cents will be deducted from your wages every day for twenty days."

After that, he called over a short and sturdy man and said, "Ma Jiu, you help him work today."

The short and stocky man responded in a muffled voice, got a white waistcoat for Zhao Lin, and led him to a grain ship.

"Master Bang, where does this guy come from? You don't even accept the deposit?"

Zhao Lin left, and the attendant behind Mr. Bang asked.

Mr. Bang didn't say anything, but raised his hand. The attendant quickly handed him a dry cigarette and lit it for him.

"That car of coal... weighs at least three hundred kilograms."

Mr. Bang took two puffs of his dry cigarette and said slowly: "I don't really believe him when he says he has never practiced martial arts. Wang Dana from the Tiger Head Gang is known as a master in the realm of strength. I don't think he is much stronger than him in terms of strength.

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"In this area of ​​the East Pier, which of the common people's legs wouldn't tremble in front of me, Mr. Bang? What do you think he is doing?"

"We are gangsters, we have to be bright with our tactics, and try not to offend people who don't know the details. To say the least, even if we are just like what he said, we are just an ordinary farmer, why don't we work for me, master?"

Having said this, Mr. Bang puffed out a smoke ring proudly.

"He is strong and does a lot, so won't I get more commission?"

The entourage looked admiring and said, "Good morning, Mr. Bang!"
Chapter completed!