Chapter 415: Li Quezi's Information

"Yes, yes, Feiyang, listen." Old He, who hadn't said a word in half a day, couldn't help but speak up.

"Dad, you don't understand anything, you've only been to town a few times, this is a money-making opportunity, if you don't get it then forget it, don't stop me."

Having said that, He Feiyang angrily stood up and went straight back to the room.

Leaving Uncle He and Aunt Qian both embarrassed.

Aunt Qian sighed and gave Jiang Yunxiang a bitter smile,

"Guowei, Yunxiang, you've seen me make a fool of myself."

Ye Guowei remained calm,

"It's fine, it's all the same, A Cheng used to be just like that, but he's fine now; young people all go through a phase like this."

Thinking back to how Ye Cheng used to be, Aunt Qian instantly felt her son was much better now, at least he didn't climb Zhang Guafu's wall.

As for Ye Cheng and the others, a few people walked out and the atmosphere was a bit cold.

Han Xiaotao went to send the child back, Zhang Guafu looked at Ye Cheng a little timidly and asked,

"A Cheng, what is that multi-level marketing you mentioned? Is it really illegal? I see it's just selling something."

Duan Chunsheng and Xiao Hu also didn't really understand; they just believed in Ye Cheng.

"Wait a bit, let Han Xiaotao's wife come over, and I'll explain it in detail to you."

Han Xiaotao came back quickly, Ye Cheng first pulled everyone onto the boat to go out to sea—since there was still a long voyage ahead—he used the time to give everyone a basic overview of multi-level marketing.

"Multi-level marketing, put simply, is about passing it on; the selling part is just incidental."

"Like the thing Feiyang brought back, it might actually cost less than 100 yuan. You buy one unit to enter the so-called network, and you actually first put down 4000, then you have to pass it on one by one; you earn 200 yuan for each unit you sell, so selling 20 units would seem to break even, right?"

Everyone nodded, as if that's how the math worked.

Ye Cheng shook his head and smiled,

"Everyone thinks that way, believing they can sell 20 units—that's his cleverness; everyone knows this thing isn't worth 4000 yuan, but everyone thinks they can earn back that 4000 yuan."

"But in reality, it's not that easy to sell; what can you do then?"

Ye Cheng paused for a moment,

"First you pressure relatives to buy, then you start deceiving people, and then you even start threatening them."

"If this network gets big enough, society becomes very unstable."

"Moreover, the most important thing is that it doesn't care what the product is; it doesn't even need a physical product—it just wants to pass the drum and flower, to keep passing it on, so for society as a whole it's very harmful."

"The state has already listed multi-level marketing as illegal, although the crackdown isn't strong now."

A few people listened, feeling a bit confused, as if they only understood half.

"Lao Er, I think I get it—this thing doesn't care what you're selling at all; it's just about tricking people into jumping into the fire pit together, right?" Duan Chunsheng is quite perceptive.

"Exactly, once you're in the pit you also have to drag others in; you make money with me, but I don't want you to jump into the pit—when the time comes, family ruin and death are no joke."

Hearing Ye Cheng say something so serious, several people nodded solemnly.

"Then what about Aunt Qian?" Zhang Guafu now started worrying about Aunt Qian.

"What can be done? If it were someone else I'd just call the police." Ye Cheng said helplessly.

"Now it's Aunt Qian's son; he feels a bit embarrassed. It would be best if He Feiyang could wake up on his own, otherwise later he can't guarantee he won't call the police and have people arrested."

"Moreover, later multi-level marketing becomes even more terrifying—it can't even be called multi-level marketing; it's imprisonment, kidnapping, and even murder."

"It's all brainwashing."

"Actually, in the middle of multi-level marketing there was also a stint of borderline direct selling, a certain Li, a very famous brand, which has nothing to do with He Feiyang, and Ye Cheng didn't mention it."

"That night, while everyone was working, they all sighed over He Feiyang's affairs, truly achieving the feat of eating someone's food and gossiping about their family."

"In the morning Ye Cheng returned to the dock around 7 o'clock; because one person was missing, the speed of tying up crabs slowed down."

"When he returned, many boats had already come back to the dock; the Chen family's boat was also moored there, with no one aboard—they must have gone back."

"While selling crabs, Ye Cheng inquired a bit: the Chen family caught less than 30 baskets last night and sold over 7000,"

"Ye Cheng's side still had over 240 baskets, but he only sold over 80,000, mainly because prices plummeted; the first wave of novelty seekers had mostly had their fill, and everyone wanted to eat something else."

"With over 80,000, Ye Cheng deducted a thousand from the total wages, and nobody objected."

"After a day like this, Ye Cheng checked the system:"

"Points: 2100"

"Savings: 425,000; external debt: 10,000; mortgage: 300,000"

"Having worked straight for several days, Ye Cheng planned to rest two days; staying up like this everyone couldn't take it."

"The first day he slept all day at home—anyway young people can eat and sleep— the next day he was noticeably more energetic, so Ye Cheng boredly went out for a stroll, loosening his sore muscles from lack of sleep; this overnight work really isn't easy."

"Walking along, he ended up at Li Quezi's place."

"Yo, rare visitor—won't you have some big business that needs my attention again?" Li Quezi saw Ye Cheng and hurriedly stood up; during this period Ye Cheng had been going out to sea at night, so he really hadn't seen Ye Cheng much.

"Where would all that big business come from? Just buying some snacks—I've been exhausted lately, need to relax." Ye Cheng casually picked some preserved plum potato chips, tofu jerky and such snacks, and also grabbed a few bottles of beer to drink when not sailing to relax.

"Li Quezi skillfully packaged Ye Cheng's items, then looked at him with a mysterious smile, saying nothing."

"Looking at that guy's appearance, Ye Cheng knew there was gossip, except that the gossip costs money."

"Damn, you just know you want money—fine, give me a pack of Hua Zi cigarettes; say what you have, or don't say anything." This Li Quezi is just money-grubbing.

"He placed the Hua Zi on the table, and Li Quezi lowered his voice to say,"

"I heard you argued with Aunt Qian's son that day?"

"Ye Cheng pushed the Hua Zi toward Li Quezi,"

"I don't want the cigarettes."

"This kind of bullshit information—something I already know."

"No, no, no—I haven't finished yet." Li Quezi hastily shoved the cigarettes back into Ye Cheng's hand.

"These past two days, has Old He's He Feiyang been selling stuff in the village?"

Ye Cheng furrowed his brow.

"What's that foot-washing thing?"

"Well, he said it's some high-tech thing, and that it can get into some sales network—I didn't understand a word of it."

"Did you buy it?"

"How could I?" Li Quezi protested loudly, "Making money isn't that easy; it's all nonsense."

"Not buying it was smart of you." Ye Cheng brought Huazi over.

"But I heard that a few people in the village bought it, and even the Chen Family bought one." Li Quezi continued.