When Ma Youjin saw that Ren Xiaosu was deep in thought, he thought he had managed to subdue Ren Xiaosu. He chuckled and said, "So if you have any business plans in the future, feel free to work with us. As long as it's not illegal in Stronghold 144, we can do anything."
Ren Xiaosu asked, "Don't we do illegal business?"
"Of course." Ma Youjin immediately turned serious. "Our company might be able to earn less, but we definitely won't do anything that will tarnish our reputation. Whoever does that will be fired."
"Why?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"You don't know, do you? My superior got his hands on a batch of fake lipsticks from somewhere and said they were highly profitable. In the end, he was fired after Uncle Fugui found out about it." Ma Youjin said, "Uncle Fugui said that we don't only represent ourselves when we do things. We also represent the person above us."
Ren Xiaosu was stunned. "The person above us? Who is it? "
"It looks like you really don't know." Ma Youjin lowered his voice and said, "Do you think there's a 'Su' in our company's name?"
"Yes, there is." Ren Xiaosu was enlightened.
"Then do you think our Young Marshal from the Northwest is called Ren Xiaosu?" Ma Youjin said mysteriously, "Actually, before the Young Marshal became the Young Marshal, Uncle Fugui had already been working for him, so they're very close. These businesses are actually Young Marshal's own business."
Ren Xiaosu had a strange expression on his face. "Does the entire Northwest know about this?"
"Of course." Ma Youjin said, "That's why Uncle Fugui said that even if we don't make any money, we can't embarrass the Young Marshal and delay his future in the Northwest. If anyone dares to tarnish the reputation of the Young Marshal, then get the hell out of here. Yun Su won't keep such people around! "
Today, Wang Fugui's business was so big. On the one hand, it was because his own management ability was really solid. On the other hand, it was because the entire Northwest knew about the relationship between Wang Fugui and Ren Xiaosu. Everything he did was given the green light.
On the other hand, Wang Fugui knew his place and never did anything that would make others worry. Outsiders couldn't find fault with him at all.
Ma Youjin said in a low voice, "I heard that the Young Marshal is about to return to the Northwest. At that time, our Yun Su will only grow stronger and create glory forever!"
Ren Xiaosu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he liked to hear others say good things about him, Ma Youjin said it so seriously in front of him, which made him feel a little awkward.
Ma Youjin said, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Oh." Ren Xiaosu replied, "My name is Lü Xiaomi."
"It sounds like you're quite fated with our Young Marshal." Ma Youjin chuckled and said, "I wonder what kind of business you're doing. Do you want me to introduce you to Uncle Fugui for a chat?"
"There's no need for that." Ren Xiaosu smiled and waved his hand. Right now, he was just enjoying some peace and quiet with Yang Xiaojin. Wang Fugui did not have anything urgent to attend to, so he was not in a hurry to meet him.
Besides, even if he really wanted to meet Wang Fugui, he did not need anyone to introduce him. He could just meet him himself.
"What's wrong?" Ma Youjin asked in confusion, "Could it be that you're not here in the Northwest to do business?"
"Your Yun Su can't do business with me." Ren Xiaosu winked and said, "I can't see the light of day."
Ma Youjin came to a realization. "You should've said so earlier. Although I, Yun Su, don't do business like this, our brother company does."
Ren Xiaosu was taken aback. "Brother company? Who runs it? "
"Although it's called a company, it's actually the black market outside Stronghold 144." Ma Youjin lowered his voice even further. "Although everyone knows about this black market, they don't really want to talk about it openly. Everything is sold there, be it firearms, antibiotics, furs, or antiques. The caravans from the grasslands all conduct their transactions there."
"Then what does this black market have to do with your Yun Su?" Ren Xiaosu asked. He picked up his glass of water and took a sip.
Ma Youjin explained to him, "You probably don't know, but the person in charge of the black market is called Zhou Yingxue. She even has the Eight Guardian Deities under her."
"Pfft." Ren Xiaosu spat out a mouthful of water.
Ma Youjin continued, "Didn't you read the recent pamphlet? It's very famous. Zhou Yingxue is the maidservant of my Young Marshal, and she has eight young men in armor under her. All of them are extremely valiant, and no one dares to provoke them. But don't be afraid. The black market is very orderly, and no one dares to cause trouble there. "
Ren Xiaosu wiped his mouth. "What's the reputation of this Zhou Yingxue like?"
"She's pretty good. She handles things fairly. It's just that the processing fees she charges in the black market are a little high. Everyone says that she's too greedy." Ma Youjin explained, "But this is the only black market in the Northwest, and some transactions can only be carried out there. But think about it. She's the maidservant of the Young Marshal, which means that she has the backing of the authorities. You don't have to be afraid if anything happens. As long as you pay the processing fees honestly, someone will help you settle the matter. "
Ren Xiaosu thought to himself, 'No wonder Nonsense wrote Zhou Yingxue and the Eight Guardian Deities in his pamphlet. It sounds like a nickname from the underworld.'
In the end, she was really the person in charge of the underworld in the Northwest …
Previously, he had even asked Zhou Yingxue if she was abusing his name in the Northwest.
Now, it seemed that the maidservant's answer back then was a little guilty.
Ren Xiaosu said to Ma Youjin with a smile, "Thank you for the introduction, bro. I'll make a trip to the black market when I'm free."
"Alright." Ma Youjin said, "Just bring our Yun Su's name card when you're at the black market. Don't worry, they'll definitely treat you well when they know you're recommended by Yun Su."
Actually, what Ma Youjin did not mention was that if Ren Xiaosu brought his name card over and a deal was struck, Ma Youjin would get a cut of the processing fees.
Putting everything else aside, Zhou Yingxue had put in quite a lot of effort into running this black market.
After the landlord and the middleman left, Ren Xiaosu walked to the backyard. At this moment, Yang Xiaojin was leaning against a peach tree and said, "Just now, the old lady told me that if I want the peaches to taste good, I have to prune the branches and leaves diligently. She touched the peach tree reluctantly. It looks like she has feelings for the peach tree. "
"How many years have they lived here?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"23 years." Yang Xiaojin smiled and said, "She said that when the Soong Clan was still around, the people were always living in fear. But now that the Northwest Army has taken over, everything has gotten better."
Yang Xiaojin muttered to herself and continued, "Ever since my parents passed away, I didn't feel at home in the Yang Clan. At that time, my aunt took me out to train. Sometimes we lived in the stronghold, and sometimes we lived in the wilderness. But no matter where we went, I never felt like I was at home. Now that I'm in the Northwest, I don't know why, but it feels like I've returned home. "
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