On the fourth day, Jiang Feng's actions once again shocked the neighbors on Temple Street.
They had thought that this bunch of Hongxing boys were just trying to make a quick buck, using the excuse of closing the shop as an excuse, and would stop after three days.
Who knew that on the fourth day, they would hang up the banner saying that the shop was closed and would only be sold for three days.
And business was still booming, because Temple Street had too many people, and many of them were tourists.
These customers came and left, and there were always new customers coming in to spend.
With such a good business, of course there would be people who would be jealous.
In the afternoon, several clothing stores on this street also hung up banners and began to sell discounts.
Once there was a competitor, the traffic to the store would decrease significantly.
Although Jiang Feng and the others were in a good position and could still maintain a certain advantage, they were still a little worse than yesterday.
This was also expected. As long as there was money to be made, there would never be a lack of followers. It was the same in any industry.
It was difficult to come up with a good idea, but copying and plagiarizing were effortless. All he had to do was follow the script.
When Wu Fei saw this, he was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to smash other people's places.
However, Jiang Feng had already made up his mind. He grinned and played the tape that he had recorded last night.
An indignant voice came from the loudspeaker. It was filled with sadness, bitterness, and anger.
"Big news, big news! The Yuanlang Tannery has closed down!"
"Huang He gambled away all his assets and ran away with his sister-in-law!”
"He ran away with the money he owed us and the hard-earned money of the workers!”
"All the leather goods are for sale! Sell it for money! I'll only sell the goods for today!"
The shouts coming from the speakers were extremely rhythmic. Coupled with the explosive background music, it was difficult not to attract attention.
"The original price was 1,800 yuan, but now it's only 80 yuan! I'll sell it for 80 yuan!"
"If you can't buy it, you'll suffer a loss. If you can't buy it, you'll be fooled! 80 yuan each! Sell it if you pay!"
"Han Jia shovel! Huang He, the shop owner, would die a horrible death!”
With this explosion, the passersby on the street surrounded him.
While listening to a variety of boss-scolding rap, they were frantically snatching rare bargains. It was explosive enough and too f * cking intoxicating.
Wu Fei and Little Stutterer's hands went soft when they received the money again.
To put it bluntly, it was still a word, new!
This kind of innovative sales model was refreshing. There were always new tricks and rhythm. How could it not be popular?
In less than two hours, the car full of A-grade leather goods delivered in the early morning was sold out.
The little stutterer hugged the money box and sat at the counter in a daze. He looked at Brother Feng's back, his eyes full of admiration.
Her life these few days had broadened her horizons. Was it so easy to make money?
Moreover, he was doing an honest job and earning it with his own hands. It was a hundred times better than stealing a car!
Little Stutterer secretly made up his mind. He would never let this smart and capable man in front of him go.
He would definitely be able to make a name for himself. As long as she followed him, she would definitely be rich and glorious in the future.
At this moment, a few uninvited guests arrived at the shop.
"Which one of you is the boss? Come out!" The leader was a young man with red hair. He had an arrogant expression as he shouted loudly.
There were a total of four people who entered the shop with Red Fur. All of them looked arrogant. It was obvious that they were all short mules.
Wu Fei put down what he was doing and stared at the person with an unfriendly expression.
Jiang Feng stood up slightly and went up to him.
"You're the boss? Business was booming! Do you know the rules of opening a shop in Temple Street?" The red-haired youth had a mocking expression.
"Are you here to collect the fees?" Jiang Feng nodded and asked.”
The red-haired youth pretended to be surprised and smiled."Eh? You're quite knowledgeable? Then there was no need to waste time. The monthly health fee was 1,000 yuan, and it was for three months in advance.”
As Red Hair spoke, he glanced at the money box in Little Stutterer's hand, looking determined to get it.
"Hehe, I don't have a thousand yuan. I'll give you a hundred yuan every month in the future!
Little Stutterer, give him 300 yuan." Jiang Feng waved his hand and smiled.
The red-headed youth was annoyed when he heard that. He said angrily,"300 yuan? Are you sending a beggar away? Believe it or not, I'll smash your shop right now!”
"Where are you guys from? How would I know how much you're worth if you don't tell me your name?”Jiang Feng said calmly.
When Red Hair heard this, he immediately smiled.
"I'm from Hongxing, how much do you think it's worth?”
Jiang Feng shook his head and said with a smile,"I'm also from Hongxing! Didn't your boss teach you that this shop doesn't collect protection fees?”
The red-haired young man was a little confused.
"You're also Hongxing? Who the f * ck are you hanging out with?"
"Big Boss B asked me to collect the rent for the shop. I saw that Grandma was having a hard time doing business, so I helped her. Do you have any more questions?" Jiang Feng said calmly.
The red-haired youth frowned and said angrily,""Temple Street is the territory of my boss, Jing Kun. You are Big Boss B's people.
It's so far away, how can it be your turn to collect rent?”
"Then I'll have to ask how the two big brothers discussed it. I'm just working for the club. If you don't understand, ask Jingkun!”
Jiang Feng stopped smiling and said rudely.
His sudden change of expression stunned Red Fur.
"Who, who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?" The red-haired man's aura weakened, and his voice became much softer.
They were all from Hongxing, so they couldn't use Hongxing's name to pressure others.
Although Temple Street was Jing Kun's territory, how could his underling know about any private transactions between the two big brothers?
"He is Jiang Feng, and I am Wu Fei! Our main business is to collect money for the club.”
Wu Fei laughed coldly.
Red Fur suddenly shivered, as if he had been electrocuted, as if he had remembered something.
"Jiang Feng? Collect? You're the Jiang Feng who took care of Changle Feihong and brought back 300,000 yuan?”
Hearing this, the few scorpions who had just entered the shop all revealed frightened expressions.
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