Chapter 410 Chapter 407 We Are Both Wanderers in This World

Abu Asan is ambitious and enterprising, but lacks experience. He suddenly waded into a field he was not familiar with and wanted to get involved in the gray industry of Assassin Property Company. This step was too big.

Compared with Zhuang Xuteng, he changed from a forcibly fired assembly line worker to a mercenary, which can be regarded as changing a new track and entering a new field. Zhuang Xuteng was able to succeed because of the help and guidance of Ge Gongdao, who helped him choose Lucy, who was the most friendly to newcomers, as an intermediary in one step, and also guaranteed him with his own vision and reputation. Lucy was willing to give Zhuang Xuteng a chance, and Zhuang Xuteng seized the opportunity with his own efforts, which led to the increasingly tacit cooperation and mutual understanding later.

Abu Asan had no noble help. He was like a blind man wandering in a thorny forest, and the most likely result was a body of injuries. He invited people to talk about things today. After a simple test, the people who came knew that he had no experience and could not be a partner. At most, he could only be a thug who accepted orders and did dirty work. So, some of the common future-oriented tricks in the mercenary industry appeared, one after another, hitting Abu Asan on the head.

Zhuang Xuteng was terrified when he heard this next door. None of these empty promises could be eaten. They were all high-risk, low-return traps that might trap the rest of his career. Fortunately, Abu Asan still had some of the vigilance from his PCPD days, and he knew to ask more questions about things he didn't understand. As long as he asked more questions and thought more about the other party's answers, he finally smelled the danger and didn't agree to any conditions.

Seeing that Abu Asan didn't take the bait, and they didn't want to give such a "newcomer" a real good opportunity, they would definitely end up in a bad mood. The wine was drunk, the women were hugged, and nothing was negotiated. The three people who came patted their butts and left. Zhuang Xuteng remembered their appearance and gait characteristics, and also made some guesses based on their clothes and behavior. The three people Abu Asan met were like middlemen, but they were not middlemen in the field of "mercenary-middlemen". They were middlemen who solved problems for companies or dignitaries.

They were not white gloves. White gloves also solve problems, but they are more professional. The company already has two pairs of white gloves in Peicheng, one is the Constitutional Government, and the other is the four major gangs. The "middlemen" Abu Asan met were more like brokers, contractors, and introducers to the odd job market. They often get some dirty and broken jobs, which are difficult for the Constitutional Government to solve. If the gangs are asked to handle them, they are worried that the subsequent impact will be too bad. The matter is too small and it is not worth the company to do it personally. This kind of neither-up nor down thing feeds a group of people. They are nothing and have no organization. They can make a lot of money by using them.

Abu Asan was very unhappy because he failed to negotiate a "business"; he spent money to order wine, but he couldn't take it away. He couldn't waste it, right? He drank it because he was depressed. The wine here is mixed with safety blue. Drinking too much can easily make people very relaxed and lose their vigilance. Zhuang Xuteng listened to the noise next door, thought about it carefully, and felt that this was a good opportunity to get close to Abu Asan.

He took the phone first and made up a plot that the person he wanted to invite was unwilling to come. After that, he lost his temper to ensure that his complaints and scolding could be heard by Abu Asan next door. After a while, the waiter of the nightclub brought him a VIP ID card. He took the opportunity to lose his temper again, then shook his hands and went to the toilet. When Zhuang Xuteng came back, he staggered to the "wrong" booth and sat directly next to Abu Asan. While asking him to pour wine, he also asked him: "Where is that woman?"

"You went to the wrong place!" Abu Asan blushed and squinted his eyes, waving at Zhuang Xuteng.

"Is this the service attitude after receiving the money?" Zhuang Xuteng raised his hand and slapped him. Abu Asan wanted to block it reflexively, but he was unintentional. How could Zhuang Xuteng let him block the plot he arranged? The slap was crisp and loud, leaving a bright red slap mark on Abu Asan's face, almost sobering him up.

"I do it!" Abu Asan rushed over and immediately punched Zhuang Xuteng. Zhuang Xuteng was waiting for this moment. He held his head to dodge, used his elbows to protect the vital parts of his upper body, used his legs to restrict Abu Asan's attack, and caused damage to his vital parts at the right time. At the same time, he deliberately crashed into the partition wall of the booth, kicked over the table, and kicked the bottle to the center of the stage where the performance was being performed.

The nightclub immediately intervened in this commotion, and the bodyguards and thugs gathered together and pulled the two people apart. The waiter apologized to the people around him while cleaning up the mess at the scene. Zhuang Xuteng and Abu Asan were dragged into an empty small room, watched by the bodyguards, and let them sober up here.

Zhuang Xuteng is much better at acting than Abu Asan. Don't look at the bruises on his face. That's because he deliberately put his face close to the punches that were not strong but effective. He definitely didn't have any fractures or more serious injuries, he just looked miserable, like a victim. Abu Asan looked strong and intact, as if he had the upper hand, but Zhuang Xuteng secretly kicked him a few times, and although he couldn't see it from the outside, he felt a dull pain inside.

"What's going on?"

Someone came over to ask, and Zhuang Xuteng complained that the escort he hired had a bad attitude and skipped work. "The most annoying thing is that he dared to fight back when I slapped him!"

"Look, did you hit the escort you hired?"

Zhuang Xuteng was stunned for a moment and said "hmm", his acting was natural and flawless. He squinted his eyes and looked at Abu Asan, performing the whole set of actions from surprise to embarrassment, and then forcibly resolving the embarrassment.

"Oops, I saw the wrong person!" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head with a smile, and then forced his respect: "But why are you in my booth? Where are my two escorts? Were you driven away?"

"You fucking went to my booth! You went to the wrong place! You idiot!" Abu Asan roared three times, and there was a dull pain in his crotch three times. He was immediately a little discouraged, but he couldn't show it, so he could only mutter: "I'm really unlucky today..."

"Did I go to the wrong place?" Zhuang Xuteng pointed at his nose and asked the nightclub security guard: "Did I really go to the wrong place?"

"Yes, you two are next to each other, and you are walking in the wrong direction. And you slapped someone first. How are you going to solve it?"

"Oops, this is really embarrassing." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said, "Since it was me who caused it, I will pay for anything that is spilled. But empty bottles cannot be counted as full...wait a minute, No! When I went back to the booth, why didn't my two escorts come over to accompany me? Shouldn't they lead me back? I went to the next table and they just watched and didn't do anything."

Zhuang Xuteng was just deliberately interrupting. He did it on purpose, and with Qifan's martial arts skills, the two escorts didn't react at all, and a thunderous fight broke out next door. Later, Zhuang Xuteng continued to find excuses, such as that he was injured more often and they all happened in the store. The nearest escort didn't come over to protect him. The bodyguard in the store arrived late, but still managed to pull him away. I just signed up for VIP, is this the quality of service? How to build consumer confidence?

Abu Asan rolled his eyes while listening, feeling funny and angry. Of course, he was also worried about Zhuang Xuteng. He said to himself: Idiot, don’t you know that the Canghuo Gang is behind this nightclub? Who are you to talk nonsense here? Aren't you afraid of being put in a sack and thrown into the Pei River to feed the fish?

In fact, seeing a guy like Zhuang Xuteng who has no stage fright and can mess around, it is difficult to deal with it in the nightclub. If you encounter an honest person, you can scare them. If you encounter an unruly person, there is reason to beat them up. Zhuang Xuteng just talked but didn't do anything, and didn't give it a reason to attack. He just talked about responsibility, compensation, service attitude... Which of these three topics is the gang good at? not a single one!

"Okay! As long as you two can work it out. This is Yakuza, not Fight Club."

"How to join the fight club?" Zhuang Xuteng said with a smile, and then received a pair of blank eyes.

The two people were sent out of the small room. The first time he returned to the lobby on the first floor, Zhuang Xuteng grabbed Abu Asan and said, "Sorry, I was wrong before, it was a misunderstanding. To express my apology, I will pay for your table's consumption, and then I will treat you to some food." How about a drink?"

"No need." Abu Asan frowned and observed Zhuang Xuteng, feeling that he suddenly seemed to be a different person compared to the one in the small room just now.

"I drank too much before, and more importantly, I was fooled. I originally wanted to expand my business here, but the people I invited didn't come." Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "I want to get along well in Peicheng these days. It’s not easy. If you are in a hurry, I won’t delay you. I will finish my time as an escort and then go back.”

Abu Assan was just about to leave when he suddenly thought of a key point: If he left at this time, would he just forget about the sentence "I will pay for the consumption of your table"? Although I am not greedy for this small advantage...well, this advantage is actually not small, so why not be greedy? Abu Asan forcibly twisted his legs that were about to leave, and sighed, saying, "So it turns out that you are not doing well either! Alas, I feel uncomfortable too, and my hand was a bit heavy. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, we don't know each other without fighting!" Zhuang Xuteng stretched out his hand, shook hands with Abu Asan, and said: "Sen Steel, implant doctor, I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Abu Assan, just call me Abu."

"Abu! Okay, it's good if you can deal with him!" Zhuang Xuteng dragged him to his booth and asked the two escorts who had been idle all night to sandwich Abu Asan on the left and right. He noticed that Abu Asan was a little embarrassed and might push the two men and women away, so he called the waiter in time and said that all the purchases next door would be counted here and he would cover them all.

In this way, Abu Asan is embarrassed to say that this is not possible and that is not possible. After all, eating people is short of mouth and taking people is short of hands. Zhuang Xuteng took the opportunity to chat with him, getting closer and talking slowly.

Abu Asan's mood was up and down today. Safety Blue also lowered his vigilance. Coupled with the joy of hugging him, his brain capacity was obviously a bit insufficient. In addition, Zhuang Xuteng had been chatting with him about the topic of "It's hard to live in Peicheng and it's hard to make money", which completely resonated with Abu Assan. Later, Zhuang Xuteng didn't need to take the initiative to guide him, and he started talking non-stop.

The life of the PCPD, the terrifying explosions, the injustice of Chief Pace...Abu Assan felt that he was always the victim. Zhuang Xuteng pretended to express concern and suggested that he should find an opportunity to leave the industry where he could not make money.

"Just like me!" Zhuang Xuteng said: "I am good at treating side effects of implants, but the place I was in was not fair. Why should I go out and do it by myself! Although I have to ask for help, but I can earn more than before. I couldn’t afford this kind of nightclub.”

Abu Asan was exposed to the weakness of "fear of poverty", and he felt that Zhuang Xuteng was on the same road as him, and had gone some way earlier than him, and was doing better than him. Isn't this exactly what he needed? He then asked Zhuang Xuteng how to leave the hospital, what kind of problems he would encounter, how to avoid problems, etc.

Zhuang Xuteng was particularly grateful for the stories that Ge Gongdao told him. As long as he processed and pieced together the stories of the mercenary industry, he could completely deal with Abu Asan, and even made him fascinated. After that, Zhuang Xuteng said: "Everyone's situation is different. Different starting states, different industries and different skills will have an impact. I am just bragging and telling stories, but if I really want to give you some advice, it may not be enough."

"Brother Sen," Abu Asan has been coaxed by Zhuang Xuteng to call him brother. He is actually older than Zhuang Xuteng, but Zhuang Xuteng, disguised as Doctor Sen, looks older than him, and he didn't see any flaws at all. Abu Asan said, "Brother Sen, you can definitely help me. I think you have seen the world and your reasoning is reasonable. Just tell me more!"

"It's meaningless for me to talk nonsense here. It's just like discussing a disease. Talking about theory is useless. We have to look at the actual case." Zhuang Xuteng said with a smile while pouring wine, "Why don't you tell me about your situation and let me give you some bad ideas?"

Abu Asan nodded and began to talk about what happened during the time he left PCPD and found a new place to stay. He did not mention any specific names, time and place, or concealed or deliberately confused information.

Unfortunately, this method did not work for Zhuang Xuteng. He had completed Abu Asan's basic background investigation with the help of Nightingale and Rock Sparrow. With the surveillance video of the crime scene, Zhuang Xuteng could completely "crack the code" and restore the events he described.

Abu Asan left PCPD to join Assassin Company. Without the guarantee of a noble person like Ge Gongdao, he could only "hand in a letter of surrender." According to him, if you have no money and no power, you have no guarantee. Only if he creates a handle according to the meaning of "some people" and hands it to "some people" in person, can he be regarded as a mortgage guarantee for himself. From then on, he was controlled by others; but only by being controlled by others can he make money under the hands of others.

"This is quite frustrating." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head first, then frowned, looking distressed. "My suggestion is... Oh, the timing is a little late, and I may not be able to help."

"Not too late, not too late, you say!"

"Eat by ability, and invest with technology." Zhuang Xuteng said: "I don't know what you do, at least I can do this with my medical and surgical skills. Find investors, make a bet, and get a sum of money to start the work. This is the proper way. I am a little better than you. I have some accumulation before working alone, and everyone uses implants, and no one needs implant doctors."