Chapter 2340: Exporting to Earn Foreign Exchange

"Old San, why are you only just arriving?" Du Zai looked dissatisfied as he raised his arm and pointed at his watch toward Wen Sanmao. "Look at what time it is. If you didn't come, we would have already broken up the party and prepared for the next round."

Seeing this, Wen Sanmao quickly offered a fawning smile and said, "I'm sorry, brothers. I'm late. I'll punish myself with three cups!"

After saying this, the guy didn't waste any words; he walked straight to the liquor table, picked up a glass, and poured himself three full cups of liquor.

"You should be punished!" Seeing this, the others started jeering, shouting, "Three cups isn't enough! Who doesn't know you have a bottomless capacity, Old San? Have another one."

"No problem!"

Without a second word, Wen Sanmao picked up the glass and downed three cups in one go. Then he poured another full one, drank it, and only then sat down to catch his breath and explain.

Just at this moment, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of Chang Shengli, as if they had suddenly appeared without any warning, and these leather shoes were polished so brightly that even though the light was a bit dim, Chang Shengli could vaguely see his own reflection on the leather surface.

"What kind of business friend could be more important than Jia Dai?" Ge Deng curled his lip in disapproval upon hearing this.

"You can't say it like that." Jia Dai smiled and smoothed things over for Wen Sanmao. "Between us brothers, we talk about loyalty, but in business, we talk about credit. Since the appointment was made beforehand, naturally, one cannot fail to attend without a reason."

"Right, right, right!" Wen Sanmao quickly chimed in. "How should I put it regarding this business friend? If you ask if he's important, he's certainly not as important as the bond between us brothers, but he can help me open up the clothing market in Russia."

This statement even surprised Jia Dai. He turned his head to look at Wen Sanmao and asked, "Old San, your clothes are going to be exported to earn foreign exchange?"

Du Zai looked at Wen Sanmao with disdain, squinting his eyes as he said contemptuously, "You want to be a 'Dao Ye' (shuttle trader)?"

The others also looked at Wen Sanmao with confused expressions. To these big brothers of the underworld, what couldn't make money? But being a shuttle trader was very shameful.

Wen Sanmao, however, appeared unusually calm. A casual smile appeared on his face as he answered unhurriedly, "As long as I can earn dollars, being a shuttle trader isn't bad either."

"Dollars?" This statement stunned everyone. Ge Deng asked with some disbelief, "Old San, are you sure you're earning US dollars and not rubles?"

"Bang!" After a muffled sound, blood splashed, and Chang Shengli's head seemed to have exploded, with blood gushing out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

He has an extremely deep network of connections in Russia. No matter how much cargo I have on hand, he can easily digest it all. Moreover, he settles with me in US dollars. Otherwise, why would I value him so much?"

"Damn it!" Du Zai couldn't help but curse again, but this time, obvious envy appeared in his eyes. "Old San, your crappy clothes can actually be sold to Russia and earn US dollars? Where the hell is the logic in that? No, you must treat us!"

The others were also filled with envy; they couldn't help but be envious. Although they, who mixed in the underworld, wouldn't lack money to spend, damn it, being able to take business abroad to earn US dollars—how much face would that give them?

"No problem!" Wen Sanmao laughed heartily and said very generously, "Today's meal is on me."

"Damn you, dare to hit my boss, I'll kill you!" An angry roar broke this suffocating silence. Ermingzi jumped up from the ground like a spring, his face full of anger.

Immediately after, this guy let out a shrill scream, was kicked in the waist by an armed policeman, and his body flew out horizontally like a kite with a broken string, hitting a row of seats, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a "bang" sound.

This guy's body curled into a ball, his right hand tightly covering his waist. The severe pain made a layer of fine sweat appear on his forehead instantly, and his face also turned pale as paper, without a trace of color.

Thus, everyone drank cup after cup, back and forth. Laughter and joy filled the entire private room, and the atmosphere was very lively. Wen Sanmao had completely cast the matter of Chang Shengli to the back of his mind.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone's enthusiasm for drinking grew higher and higher. Gradually, they were all a bit too drunk, their eyes hazy. Someone shouted about going to a dance hall to find some pretty girls to continue drinking. This suggestion was immediately met with a response from the others, and everyone stood up noisily, swaying as they walked out.

Just at this moment, Wen Sanmao suddenly felt a moment of dizziness, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but having drunk too much, his brain was a mess, and no matter how he thought, he couldn't remember.

Everyone swayed out of the hotel, blown by the cool night breeze. This cool breeze made Wen Sanmao slightly more sober. He suddenly felt a jolt and finally remembered. He grabbed Jia Dai.

"Jia Dai, I have something to tell you."

Jia Dai had also drunk a bit too much, his body swaying slightly. He opened his hazy eyes and looked at Wen Sanmao in confusion. "What is it?"

The others also stopped and cast their gazes toward Wen Sanmao, their faces filled with confusion.

Wen Sanmao shook his heavy head violently to make himself a bit more sober, then looked at Ge Deng and the others. "You guys should have heard about Chang Shengli getting his head cracked open at the bar, right?"

Everyone was stunned in unison, obviously not expecting Wen Sanmao to suddenly bring up this matter.

Du Zai nodded and said, "I know. This matter has already spread like wildfire in the underworld. Jia Dai should know too, right?"

Jia Dai was stunned and asked with a frown, "You guys mean, Shengli's head was hit by someone, not that he fell himself?"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned again upon hearing this, looking at each other.

Ge Deng looked at Jia Dai and asked, "Shengli told you his head was hit because he fell himself?"

For those mixing in the underworld, who hadn't been beaten? Even Jia Dai had once been blocked in a room and didn't dare to come out, and it wasn't just once. Afterward, he just had to find a way to regain his face. Therefore, they hadn't taken Chang Shengli's beating to heart at all.

Seeing this, Wen Sanmao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He knew it would be this result, and it was fortunate he had remembered, otherwise, something big might have happened.

"Do you guys know what kind of background the owner of the bar where Shengli was beaten has?"

Du Zai shook his head and said, "The bar's name is 'The First Bar'. I don't know the specific situation of the owner, but it's said that the background is not small."

Wen Sanmao no longer paid attention to Du Zai and the others, but turned his gaze to Jia Dai. "The owner of 'The First Bar' is Tang Lin. As far as I know, he is not the only shareholder."

Just at this moment, a fine drizzle suddenly drifted down from the sky, falling as softly as ox hair. This sudden drizzle brought a touch of sobriety to Jia Dai, and his originally hazy drunkenness dissipated quite a bit at this moment.

Jia Dai's frown deepened. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Even if the owner of the bar is Tang Lin, the person who was beaten is Shengli. Could he really be relentless and kill someone?"

"At first, it was Shengli who caused trouble at the bar and beat their waiter." Wen Sanmao shook his head slowly and said worriedly, "What I'm worried about is not that Tang Lin will be relentless, but that Shengli is someone who doesn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth. If he doesn't know his limits and insists on going to 'The First Bar' to seek revenge, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Jia Dai's face instantly became solemn. He knew Chang Shengli's personality too well. The possibility of such a thing happening wasn't a question of whether it could, but was almost certain.

"Come with me to the hospital!" Jia Dai walked to the car in a few steps, quickly opened the door, and sat inside.

Seeing this, the others didn't dare to delay in the slightest, quickly getting into their cars one after another, following closely behind Jia Dai's car, speeding all the way toward Jishuitan Hospital.

However, when they arrived at the hospital and rushed into the ward, they found it empty. Chang Shengli, who should have been lying on the hospital bed, was nowhere to be found.

Jia Dai's face sank. He turned around and walked quickly out of the ward, saying in a deep voice as he walked, "Let's go, to 'The First Bar'!"

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Several new bars have opened in Houhai recently. It can be said that this place has deservedly become a veritable bar street. Its fame has even surpassed Sanlitun, and many customers who originally went to Sanlitun have shifted here, including a large number of foreign friends.

And the most popular one is still 'The First Bar'. If you come late, no matter what your background is, you have to obediently queue up and wait for a seat. If you don't want to wait, you can only go to other bars.

Because 'The First Bar' has a reputation outside, not only are there celebrity resident singers, but it's also said that the owner has a considerable background, so no one dares to cause trouble here. Therefore, the customers who come here, besides those second-generation kids who come to show support and regular customers, are almost all here for the reputation.

Night fell, and the lights were lit. Houhai was decorated by the neon lights of the bars, looking as picturesque as a poem.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan and a Land Cruiser drove slowly one after the other, finally stopping at the entrance of 'The First Bar'.

A waiter standing at the entrance of the bar scanned the Mercedes license plate. Suddenly, his legs seemed to be fitted with springs; he flew to the parking space in one stride and quickly took away the sign that said 'Reserved Parking'. After the Mercedes-Benz parked steadily in the space, the waiter respectfully stretched out his hand and gently opened the car door.

This series of actions attracted the attention of everyone around. If it were just a Mercedes-Benz, perhaps it wouldn't attract too much attention. After all, nowadays in Houhai, once night falls, it's not that luxury cars are everywhere, but there are quite a few, so a Mercedes-Benz is nothing strange.

Therefore, what really attracted everyone's attention was that parking space and the waiter's actions. People who often come to Houhai, especially regular customers of 'The First Bar', all know that there are five parking spaces reserved in front of the bar. One of them usually parks a Crown sedan, which is said to be the car of the owner of 'The First Bar'.

And the other four parking spaces are rarely occupied by vehicles. However, today this Mercedes-Benz parked in one of the reserved spaces, and judging by the waiter's attitude, he was obviously extremely respectful to the people in the car.

As everyone knows, the waiters and staff of 'The First Bar' are absolutely the most arrogant. As long as it's a reasonable request from a customer, it will definitely be satisfied. But if it's unreasonable, no matter who you are or what your background is, they won't give you any face at all.

Therefore, the scene just now made those who saw it curious about who was sitting in the car, to have such a display, not only being able to use a reserved parking space but also making the waiter respectful. Thus, everyone's gaze turned to the Mercedes-Benz, wanting to see who the sacred person in the car was.

The car door opened, Zhou Andong got out of the car and nodded to the waiter with a smile. "Thank you!"

The waiter responded hurriedly, "It's my duty!"

"Huh!" Someone next to him went "huh" and muttered in a low voice, "Why does this person look so much like Zhou Andong?"

"What do you mean 'look like'!" Someone lowered their voice and said, "It is Zhou Andong."

When every night comes, loneliness is always by my side.

Every dusk's heartbeat's waiting is your infinite tenderness.

Every time I face you, I dare not look into your eyes.

Behind my gentle smile, how many tears and sorrows are there...

A familiar singing voice drifted over from the river in the distance. Zhou Andong looked back and found that there were actually three cruise ships floating in the center of the river, so Zhou Andong asked the waiter.

"Why are there three cruise ships?"

The waiter said with a smile, "Two of them are ours. One is the original one, and one was custom-made last winter and launched the day before yesterday. The other one is from the Seattle Bar, which just opened two months ago.

Sister Wen said that the other boss has some background and wanted to build a new pier opposite, but it was rejected by the neighborhood office. Later, he ran to the district, and it was also rejected. Then he found Boss Tang, wanting to rent our pier.

At first, Boss Tang didn't want to rent it, but Sister Wen said that this business can't be done by one family alone, and the bar industry emphasizes cluster effects. Only by forming a certain scale can it attract more consumers. Therefore, Nie Wen agreed to the other party's request to rent the pier."

Zhou Andong asked curiously, "How much is the annual rent?"

The waiter said uncertainly, "It seems to be 60,000 a year."

"That's acceptable!" Zhou Andong nodded with a smile and said to Liu Lijuan beside him, "Let's go, let's go in!"

Perhaps some people would think that just renting a pier for 60,000 a year is simply a fantasy and too unrealistic. But this era is just so magical. A bar with a little scale can have a turnover of 400,000 to 500,000 in one night.

A glass of tap water with ice can be sold for 20 or 30, and a bottle of foreign liquor of unknown authenticity can easily cost hundreds or thousands. But those who got rich first still flock to it. Do you believe that?

Therefore, business in this era is the easiest to do, and money is the easiest to earn. As long as you have enough vision and courage, it is possible to get a share of the pie in this crazy era.

But, this is only for ten or eight years. Once the dividend period passes, market competition will become increasingly fierce, business will become increasingly difficult to do, and money will naturally become increasingly difficult to earn. ===== CHAPTER 2341 =====