Chapter 417

"You guys are crazy?" Chen Houda said this, and Chen Jinhai could barely take it; these people are really driven mad by poverty, right?

Chen Houda gave a cold snort, "We're crazy? Huh, this is the only chance to make money, you're smart and we're stupid, right? Sell the boat!"

Yes, sell the boat!

Sell the boat!

A group of people followed along, raising their arms and shouting, almost shaking Chen Jinhai's house down.

"Selling the boat, selling the boat will lose money," Chen Jinhai shouted helplessly.

We'll lose, lose a little money to make a lot.

Yes, lose a little money to make a lot!

Chen Jinhai slumped into his chair, the situation seeming to get more and more out of control.

Ye Cheng planned to come to the dock today to maintain the boat, but as soon as he arrived at the dock, he felt the atmosphere was off.

A group of people weren't working, just standing there chatting excitedly, and he also went over to listen.

What surprised him was that they were actually talking about multi-level marketing.

He had thought they were talking about He Feiyang, but upon listening closely, it turned out not to be from Baiyun Village, but from Shangling Village.

"People from Shangling Village have produced a high-level member who has already developed 20 downlines."

"Really? That's not breaking even, is it?"

"You're stupid, it's more than breaking even—his 20 downlines have together developed 100 downlines; you do the math, that's 20,000 yuan in hand, and thereafter you'll get money without working."

"Good grief, if those 100 downlines keep developing, it'll go into the thousands, or even hundreds of thousands—so much money you can't even count it."

"This is too amazing; others will have to follow and buy too."

"So today, nobody from Shangling Village is coming to run boats—who would still run a boat when there's such a good deal?"

"Damn, hearing that makes my heart race."

Ye Cheng heard this and couldn't help but interject, asking,

"Are you telling the truth or lying? Are there really that many people buying?"

Several people turned around, saw it was Ye Cheng—they were all regulars at the dock, very familiar, so they didn't hide anything,

"Lao Er, of course it's true—not just Shangling Village, but Xiaoling Village, Liu Village, and even your village have people buying; you didn't know?"

"I know, but this is illegal, it's multi-level marketing."

"What illegal? How is buying something illegal?"

"Exactly, buying and selling is free; Lao Er, you're overthinking—no one's heard of buying something being illegal."

Several people talked over each other, basically nobody believed Ye Cheng's words.

Ye Cheng also couldn't be bothered to say more, but the situation now feels worse than he imagined.

After thinking for a while, Ye Cheng felt he still needed to report it upward.

After arriving at the boat repair shop, paying for us to do the maintenance, Ye Cheng rode his motorcycle to the police station, intending to find Chief Liu.

As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Shichao on duty, and he walked straight over and offered him a cigarette.

"Yo, Lao Er's here!" Chen Shichao greeted him warmly.

Ye Cheng is now something of a celebrity at the police station—not only has he come in after fights, but he's even brought the Bureau Chief over.

He's a real oddball, and Chen Shichao doesn't dare provoke him casually.

"Chief, where's Chief Liu?"

"He's been away for training lately, probably still a week away—what do you need him for?"

"Damn, what a coincidence—he went for training just now."

"You have something? Just tell me about ordinary matters." Chen Shichao said proactively.

"It's just that there's multi-level marketing happening in our township—do you know about it?" Ye Cheng asked.

"Multi-level marketing?" Chen Shichao scratched his head, "I don't really get it—what happened? Was there a fight? Or a turf grab?"

Seeing Chen Shichao like that, Ye Cheng knew he definitely didn't know what multi-level marketing was.

Moreover, he isn't even an official police officer, so talking to him would be pointless.

"Never mind, I was just asking—Chief, keep doing your thing, I'm heading back."

Since Chief Liu wasn't there and others weren't familiar either, Ye Cheng decided to head back promptly and talk later.

Just as he returned to the village, he saw Li Quezi from afar, propped up at the village entrance.

Ye Cheng twisted the throttle and rode over, curiously asking,

"Hey, you don't need to watch the shop—what are you doing here?"

Li Quezi saw Ye Cheng and immediately gestured; Ye Cheng understood—this guy wants to make money again.

He had Li Quezi get on the motorcycle and pulled him back to his little shop,

"Speak up—what's new lately?"

"Big stuff." Li Quezi's face showed excitement he couldn't hold back.

"Two packs of Hua Zi cigarettes." Ye Cheng didn't waste words.

Li Quezi directly took out two packs of Hua Zi from under the counter—this guy had prepared them already,

"Still, Lao Er, you're the best—I can't even sell enough of these Hua Zi, hahaha."

"You just profit from national disasters," Ye Cheng snapped at him—whenever anything happens in the village, he's the one who makes the most money.

"The Chen family, the Chen family might be selling their boat?" Li Quezi lowered his voice.

"Sell a boat? What boat?" Ye Cheng was a bit puzzled—what boat does the Chen family have to sell?

As for the idea that it's the big boat they just bought, Ye Cheng hadn't even thought of that.

As for saying it was the newly bought big Boat, Ye Cheng hadn't even thought of it.

It's that big boat they just bought, the one they bought for 320,000.

"What?" Ye Cheng was shocked,

"They just bought it, how long ago, and they're already crazy?"

"They're crazy, they want to get into that multi-level marketing you mentioned." Li Quezi said mysteriously.

"Sell the boat, then go buy that massager?" Ye Cheng didn't quite know what to say.

Is the power of this multi-level marketing really that great?

To be honest, Ye Cheng hasn't had much exposure to multi-level marketing; the news he's seen is already from its later stages.

Back then, they didn't even buy or sell anything.

They just bring people in, then imprison and brainwash them, then extort money from their families—it's a bit like northern Myanmar, except that northern Myanmar deceives outsiders while they deceive their own people.

"That's what they're buying; this afternoon they said He Feiyang invited a company senior instructor to come and give a lecture specifically for our village."

Senior instructor—just call them a senior brainwasher and you're spot on.

"Alright, those two packs of cigarettes are worth it; I'll go listen to the lecture this afternoon."

"Ah? You're not going to buy it too, are you? You said it was illegal."

"I'm not buying anything—I'm just going to see what tricks they're up to, and hey, you definitely shouldn't buy it."

In the afternoon, Ye Cheng rushed to the village's ceremonial hall, where there were already about a hundred people seated, mostly from the Chen family, and Wang Defa was there too.

He walked over and sat beside Wang Defa; when Wang Defa saw it was Ye Cheng, he looked a bit surprised,

"Lao Er, you're also coming to listen to the lecture?"

"Hmm, just casually listen."

"You said it was illegal before, so why are you tempted now?" Wang Defa teased.

"I still hold that view; I advise you not to get involved, or you'll lose big." Ye Cheng said calmly.

Wang Defa glanced at Ye Cheng contemptuously and said, "Still not getting involved? Then don't come."

Saying that, he leaned sideways.