Chapter 425: You Remember to Blow Hard

He took out his phone, called Ye Guowei first, told him about He Feiyang's matter, and asked him to tell Qian Shen and the others that there's nothing major, just that they still need to wait.

After saying that, he also planned to go back to the village, since waiting here accomplishes nothing; it'd be better to come again tomorrow.

Just as he was about to go, he suddenly saw Song Zhiyong turn around and come back.

"Ye Cheng, you got anything tonight?"

"No, I'll just go back and sleep."

"Can you help us out? We need someone who isn't a cop to check their company; this time we absolutely can't let them get away."

"Not a cop?"

"Buddy, you're full of righteousness, alright."

"But looking at my own outfit, alright."

"Indeed, looks more like a fisherman."

"Okay, I'll go." Ye Cheng readily agreed.

"Get in the car, we don't have much time; if they see Xia Guangliang still not back, they'll definitely suspect."

Ye Cheng got into Song Zhiyong's car, which drove toward the factory bridge in the suburbs under the night sky.

According to what Xia Guangliang told us, they've rented an office building at the factory bridge; besides them, there are also a few thugs.

Inside there should also be some newly recruited MLM members; this group is highly alert. After you go in, help us see their layout clearly, then come out and tell us.

Remember, if there's danger just retreat.

Ye Cheng nodded; not retreating when there's danger is stupid.

"But what if I have no chance to retreat?" Ye Cheng asked. Nowadays doing things it's hard to say what weird stuff will happen, so it's better to plan an escape route.

"You blow this whistle; when we hear it we'll rush in and definitely prioritize protecting you." Song Zhiyong said, pulling a whistle from his pocket—the old kind PE teachers often use.

Ye Cheng looked at it in his hand, a bit speechless.

"Captain Song, isn't there something higher-end? Like a pinhole camera or a bug?"

Song Zhiyong rolled his eyes: "You've watched too many American movies; our grassroots police don't have these gadgets—those are only in movies."

"Then is there none that makes a beep-beep-beep sound when pressed? At least that would be more concealed than this."

"No."

"Or maybe you give me an earpiece, and I'll tap Morse code for you?"

"Can't."

"Damn! Or you give me a gun, and I'll just kill them?"

"Dreaming. Anyway it's just a whistle—remember to blow hard, otherwise the sound will be too soft."

"Damn, you guys are also too dark."

Ye Cheng chattered along the way, but in the end he could only get off holding that whistle.

This is an old office building, three stories high, with many rural residences around; the terrain is complex.

If these few people escape and run around, it would really be hard to predict; no wonder Song Zhiyong wanted me to go in first.

The sky was already dark, but the office building was still lit up, especially the second floor, which was basically all lit.

Ye Cheng lowered his body a bit, making himself look more humble, then walked toward the office building.

Song Zhiyong had already started deploying people; they're few, and there are many exits here, so we can only hope the people inside aren't too scattered.

"Who?" Just as he approached the office building, a voice came from the duty room on the first floor.

Several shirtless big men walked out, looking at Ye Cheng unfriendly.

"Several big brothers, I want to buy your product—that Pas high-tech massager."

The big men sized up Ye Cheng; he was still wearing his sea-going clothes, hair messy—just a normal fisherman.

"You didn't come during the day, why come at night?"

"Big brother, I just got back from sea; I still need to go out early tomorrow, so only night I have time."

"Which village are you from? Doesn't anyone in your village sell?" the big man asked carefully.

"Big brother, I'm from Baiyun Village; our village's He Feiyang sells, but when I came back I didn't see him. I called him, he said he had something, and if it's urgent you can come buy here."

After mentioning Baiyun Village and He Feiyang, the big men had no suspicion and pointed to the second floor.

"Then go up, turn left, the innermost office—find Manager Meng."

Manager Meng, Ye Cheng recalled there indeed is a surnamed Meng in the MLM gang.

The big men said they'd go back to play cards, but Ye Cheng stepped forward two steps, took out a wrinkled pack of Liqun from his pocket,

"Um, several big brothers, I inquired: is it true that buying ten units gives double profit? Do you still have that benefit?"

The leader gave Ye Cheng a meaningful look, mouth slightly curling,

"Go up and talk to Manager Meng about this; the quota is limited, I don't know if any are left."

"Okay, okay, thanks several big brothers." Ye Cheng bowed and gave each a cigarette, then headed to the second floor.

After Ye Cheng's figure disappeared into the corridor, the few exchanged glances and smirked,

"Another fool came—Zhang Zong's welfare trick is really awesome, a bunch of fools rushing to buy."

In the dim corridor, Ye Cheng's eyes flashed; just now those few at first glance weren't good guys—they must be thugs from the MLM organization.

Going up to the second floor, after just two steps Ye Cheng heard shouting from the office ahead,

"Do you want to succeed?"

"Want!"

"Want to make money?"

"Want!"

"Want to change your own fate!"

Want!

Good, the opportunity has arrived now. As long as you develop your downline, and your downline develops further downline, you, everyone here, will all become millionaires! Do you want to work hard?

Want!

Everyone shouted loudly together, and this kind of brainwashing-style question is one of the most commonly used tactics of MLM organizations.

Make yourself believe you can succeed, make yourself hypnotize yourself.

"Who are you looking for?" Ye Cheng was watching when suddenly a bespectacled middle-aged man appeared before him, looking rather refined.

"Ah, that... that, hello, I'm looking for... Manager Meng." Ye Cheng put on a nervous, stammering appearance.

The visitor carefully sized up Ye Cheng, then asked,

"Are you a fisherman?"

"Yes, yes, I just came back from going out to sea."

The visitor nodded; Ye Cheng's whole body reeked of sea salt, something you can't fake.

"I'm Manager Meng, what do you need from me?"

"Ah, you're Manager Meng, great!" Ye Cheng reached out and grabbed the other's hand, shaking it vigorously.

Manager Meng frowned slightly, pulled his hand back, then asked lightly,

"You're here to buy the product, right?"

"Yes, but I heard that buying more at once comes with benefits; I want to see if there's still quota for that."