They are all people who are used to seeing banknotes, but they know in a blink of an eye that the money in this pocket is definitely more than 100,000. Zhao Hai even felt that there was at least 1 million in this pocket at the first time.
Thinking about the negotiation between him and Zhou Liang'an again, would Zhou Liang'an immediately understand that they asked for 1 million when he pointed out that finger? It is possible.
Zhao Hai didn't have the heart to speculate on Zhou Liang'an's thoughts at the time, because his current thoughts must be on Huang Biao and Yang Kunhe.
None of these two dogs is honest, and he has lost his last trust in them.
Seeing the stuttering expressions of the two, wanting to explain something to him, Zhao Hai smiled coldly, as if saying, "You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear anything."
The countless grievances and grievances in the past came to an end when Lei Yang came out of the bitter kiln.
Now that Lei Yang has fallen, the conflict between the three of them in the past could have been settled.
Zhao Hai seems to be the boss of this evil group.
Huang Biao seems to be in charge of their economy.
Obviously received more than 100,000 yuan in compensation, since Huang Biao and Yang Kunhe joined hands, they wanted to swallow this sum of money directly.
Zhao Hai, who loves money like his life, may discuss other things with them, but as long as it has something to do with money, the king of heaven and I have nothing to discuss.
A group of people in the mahjong hall were gambling, Zhao Hai carried the canvas bag tightly in his hand, and went straight to the innermost room.
After Huang Biao and Yang Kun entered the door together, the three of them closed the door and dumped the money in their pockets on the table.
The colorful banknotes are bundled into bundles, and they are piled on the table in stacks of one hundred, fifty-one, and ten yuan.
Zhao Hai took a stack of banknotes, and flicked his fingers on the banknotes, there was a rattling sound.
The three of them probably all know that a stack of one hundred and one is 10,000, a stack of fifty-one is five thousand, and a stack of 10 yuan is one thousand.
Then all the money here is added together, and the total is: one million.
The three of them took a breath at the same time, and Zhao Hai's expression was the calmest. He stuffed the money into his canvas pocket and asked, "How do you plan to divide the money?"
Huang Biao said, "How else can it be divided, it must be equally divided!"
Yang Kun nodded together, "Equal split, even split is the best."
Zhao Hai waved his hand, "Equal division is definitely not possible, I think we should go to the boss for this matter."
Looking for the boss? Who is the boss? Lei Yang? He is a dying person, still looking for him?
This is probably what Huang Biao and Yang Kunhe thought in their minds. Huang Hai is usually taciturn, but when it comes to money, his mind turns quickly. He doesn't really have to go to Lei Yang, but this matter can be solved by Lei Yang As an excuse to procrastinate like this.
It wasn't that he didn't know how to divide the money in his heart, but that he had no plan to divide it from the very beginning. Huang Hai wanted to keep the million for himself.
Huang Biao's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and he watched helplessly that the 1 million was in his pocket, but he couldn't eat it?
Yang Kunhe turned his face on the spot, "Brother Hai, what kind of boss are you looking for? I know well that Lei Yang has collapsed, a man with severed hands and feet. You still expect him to be the master of the house in the future. Yang Kunhe was the first to disagree."
Yang Kun was fooled, Zhao Hai actually wanted to hear him say such rebellious words, and the first thing he said when he came out was that being a brother requires loyalty.
Although they have always regarded everything as bullshit, they must not say these rebellious words in their mouths, and Yang Kunhe's breaking the defense at this moment also made Zhao Hai seize the opportunity.
Zhao Hai licked his dry mouth, "Yang Kunhe, do you want to overthrow the seal of heaven?"
"Don't say that the boss is not dead yet, even if the boss is really dead, I can't let you do such an ungrateful thing."
Zhao Hai looked at Huang Biao, "A Biao, you said Yang Kun and this bastard, is he trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?"
Huang Biao frowned, his cheeks twitched for a while, and he waved his hands impatiently, "Don't talk about me here, I don't want to hear you talk about it, I'll ask you how to divide the money now. You want to bring money to the boss to earn performances, do you want to take over the territory in the north of our city, you want to occupy all the territory, and you still occupy the money."
"Zhao Hai, I think you have too many ideas!"
Now that we're starting to talk, let's talk about it.
theHuang Biao's proposition is: you, Zhao Hai, are going to show courteousness, you go by yourself, and keep the money and divide it equally. .
Zhao Hai's proposition is: it's okay to divide the money, let the boss divide it.
Yang Kunhe's proposition is: ?¡
Before Yang Kunhe could speak, Huang Biao and Zhao Hai directly denied all his thoughts, "It doesn't matter what you think!"
My name is Ma of the dead nuns! Yang Kunhe scolded the sky in his heart.
All three of them knew each other's thoughts, because Zhao Hai wanted to share more money, so he threatened to tell the boss about the money.
Huang Biao wanted territory, so after Lei Yang's hands and feet were cut off, it was absolutely impossible for Lei Yang to come out and make the decision.
As for Yang Kunhehe was ignored again.
The time passed by like this, from the afternoon until the evening, without even taking care of dinner, the three of them locked them in the room like this, without discussing a feasible solution.
Zhao Hai lost his patience, opened the door of the room, and then turned to Yang Kunhe and Huang Biao, "It's almost time today, if you don't agree with my plan, leave now, let's talk tomorrow."
Huang Biao held the bag in his hand, "We can talk about it tomorrow, but I have to keep the money."
Zhao Hai clapped his hands, and the brothers in the mahjong parlor immediately pulled out a handful of machetes from under the table, and stared at Huang Biao and Yang Kunhe with fierce eyes.
Zhao Hai, my name is Nima, what do you want to do? Huang Biao roared with a trembling voice.
Yang Kunhe stayed by the side all the time and didn't say a word. At this time, Zhao Hai was too talkative, and it was not impossible for the two of them to do it here.
Zhao Hai smiled and pulled the pocket from Huang Biao's hand. Although it was a bit strenuous, Huang Biao let go at the last moment, because he didn't know if Zhao Hai would kill his hand if he persisted like this. It was cut.
Zhao Hai threw the pocket back on the table in the room, "I said, I will keep the money, and everyone can rest assured that it is in my place."
Zhao Hai's people were all concentrated in the vicinity, while Yang Kunhe and Huang Biao's men were relatively scattered. If they wanted to call for people, they would not be able to gather so many people in a while.
Huang Biao pointed to Zhao Hai's face, "Just wait for me!" (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com