Chapter 38: Surveillance

Liu Yang felt a huge pressure, dared not lift his head to stare at the other party, nor conceal anything, and said bluntly:

"Brother Xiong, I know a guy who makes over a thousand a day just by selling Roasted Sweet Potatoes; after costs, the net profit is five or six hundred."

Hearing this, the two people at the table instantly widened their eyes.

Just by selling Roasted Sweet Potatoes for a day to earn over a thousand? Net profit five or six hundred? Doesn't that mean a monthly income of at least fifteen thousand?

Could such a thing exist? Don't be fooled by the fact that they are backed by a certain leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, enjoying unlimited prestige in this area, even to the point of walking unchallenged.

Yet only they know that, while using that name, most of the income must go to the others.

Except for the boss Jiang Xiong, each of them only earns four or five thousand per month.

A Roasted Sweet Potato seller earning three or four times their income? Could that be possible?

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

As expected, Jiang Xiong's complexion instantly turned icy, and the two women beside him were so frightened they stopped massaging.

"Brother Xiong! Brother Xiong!"

Liu Yang, sweating cold beads on his forehead from fear, said, "I really didn't lie to you; that guy truly can make over a thousand a day selling Roasted Sweet Potatoes! I counted it myself, it can't be wrong, and Brother Xiong, if you don't believe it, you can send someone with me to check; a look will tell whether I'm lying."

"Yes, Brother Xiong, that kid's business is really good; from noon to night, the trade never stopped."

The other two people quickly echoed.

Jiang Xiong exchanged a glance with the other two.

They could see that the three people before them were not lying.

But a Roasted Sweet Potato seller could earn that much money?

To know, even Jiang Xiong himself barely makes a little over ten thousand a month; the four subordinates each get around four thousand, and the rest must go to Brother Bao.

If what that kid in front says is true, then he is indeed a decent target.

Liu Yang let out a sigh of relief, finally daring to lift his head and stare into Jiang Xiong's eyes, "Brother Xiong, everything we said is true; he's setting up a stall right now, you can come with us to see, and you'll know."

"Brother Xiong."

A man at the table spoke up, "How about I go with them to take a look?"

Anyway, it's easy to tell.

If the situation is completely different from what they said, then we'll settle accounts with those three.

"No rush."

Jiang Xiong waved his hand, looked at Liu Yang, and said, "Kid, since you know there's such a fat sheep, why don't you seize it yourself instead of telling me about such a good thing?"

The other two, hearing this, looked over in puzzlement.

Indeed, if it were them, they'd have taken it themselves long ago; making over a thousand a day means that guy carries over a thousand in cash, which would tempt even them.

"We do want to, but that kid wields a Short Staff; previously two groups tried to rob him and left with bruised faces, and one of them was beaten to death by him."

"Killed him?"

"That fierce?"

A gasp rose from the side.

Even those of them who do errands for the Wild Wolf Gang generally don't kill anyone; at most they beat someone up.

That Roasted Sweet Potato seller, so ruthless? "Isn't that right?"

Liu Yang nodded hurriedly, "That's also why the three of us don't dare to trouble him; Brother Xiong, when you confront him later, be careful—he's not a vegetarian."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiong and the two others exchanged a look, then Jiang Xiong fixed his gaze on Liu Yang, his expression turning unfriendly.

"That kid couldn't be from a martial arts hall, could he?"

"No, absolutely not, Brother Xiong, I can guarantee it; he's definitely not from a martial arts hall."

Liu Yang hurriedly replied.

If he were, he would have already produced the martial arts hall's Membership Card last night instead of just bantering with them. "Brother Xiong, in my view that kid might be a ruthless type who fights without regard for his life; if he truly were from the hall, would he be selling Roasted Sweet Potatoes on the street?" someone at the table said.

Obviously, he was jealous of that deal.

He also knew the temperament of the local thugs—they're all cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong; faced with a ruthless person, they'd certainly be scared.

"Brother Xiong, let me go check the situation with them; if there's no problem, this is a big piece of fat meat, isn't it? Not as good as us going out every night to try our luck?"

Another person added.

Based on fifteen thousand, after handing over half, there's seven thousand five; Brother Xiong takes the lion's share, and the remaining four each could earn several hundred to a thousand extra per month.

"Fine then, Ah Hua, you go with them to take a look and also investigate that kid's background, see whether what they say is true." Jiang Xiong nodded.

Money, of course, moves him.

But he also doesn't want to stir up anything he shouldn't.

"Don't worry, Brother Xiong, I've got this covered." Dong Hua nodded, looked at the three Liu Yangs in front, and said, "Where's that kid? Take me there."

"Yes, Brother Hua."

Liu Yang could no longer contain his excitement.

If this goes well, it will both strengthen ties with Brother Xiong and avenge that kid—a double win! …

Soon, an afternoon passed, and Jiang Cheng's business was a bit better than yesterday, which attracted many curious glances around.

Among them were Liu Yang and Dong Hua watching, but with the crowd and Jiang Cheng so busy, they naturally went unnoticed.

Night slowly fell, and street vendors left one after another.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng sold his last Roasted Sweet Potato, packed up, said goodbye to Lu Zicheng, and headed toward the grain shop.

When he set out in the morning, Grandma's reminder still rang in his ears.

So later he not only needed to buy raw sweet potatoes, but also planned to buy some pork and eggs to deliver to Chen Sao.

Last time, Chen Sao worried he didn't have enough money and declined his generosity; this time she knows his earnings, so she likely won't refuse.

Having bought two jin of pork and one jin of eggs, Jiang Cheng looked at the narrow alley entrance and recalled yesterday evening's scene.

In theory, those people shouldn't come looking for me again, but who can be sure about the future—what if those people rise again?

Jiang Cheng felt the two short staffs behind him, and his mood steadied considerably; he pushed the cart and turned into the nearest alley.

On the way back this time, it was very calm; occasional thugs passed by, and after noticing that the newcomer was him, they silently left.

The whole journey was without incident.

Seeing that he was almost home, Jiang Cheng let out a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

The Old Man, as always, waited at the doorway.

Seeing Jiang Cheng return safely, his face also broke into a smile.

"Nothing happened, right?"

"No."

Jiang Cheng shook his head repeatedly and said softly, "Before coming back I bought two jin of pork and one jin of eggs; I kept one jin of pork, and I'll deliver the rest to Chen Sao and the others."

"Alright, alright."

The Old Man smiled, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and said, "Remember to talk with Xiao Yue, don't leave right after delivering."

"……"

Jiang Cheng was speechless.

(End of chapter)