Faced with the scorching sun, Joao Cecino and two bodyguards crossed the highway roasted by the sun, trotted into a dance hall across the street. He ignored the waiter who greeted him with a flattering smile. He walked straight through the front hall of the dance hall and entered the work area behind.
As a middle-level leader in the Morio drug trafficking organization, Joao is nearly fifty years old this year. He started to earn money to support his family when he was fifteen years old. At first, he just picked up cigarettes from smugglers to sell them. He sold a pack of cigarettes to earn three Cruzeros. He could earn six loaves of bread a day, and could barely support himself, his mother who was ill in bed, and a sister who was five years younger than him.
This difficult life lasted for two years. When he was seventeen years old, Joao killed the first person in a gangster fire at the dock. For this reason, he saw $100 in the first time, the first time he had money to hire a doctor for my mother, and the first time he bought new clothes for his sister.
This achievement made him feel very happy, and even the fear after the first killing seemed unremarkable
The most important thing is that for the first time in his life, he saw the hope of life, the so-called future, and found the direction he could work hard for.
Everything became simple afterwards. In a few years, Joao made a big splash in the Morio slum at that time with a style of daring to fight and fighting to the death. Especially after following Banoro, although my mother eventually passed away, he offered her a college visit to the United States and sent her to the United States, giving her a new life.
Decades of time seem to be fleeting. Now, Ruo'an has clearly felt that he is old. The hidden wounds he suffered when he was young have now become his nightmare.
Every time it is late at night, especially when it is cloudy and rainy, he will jump out to torture him, making him feel like he is falling into hell
People are old and have old injuries on their bodies. People like Ruo'ao always hope to live a more stable life and don't like those things about fighting and killing. Of course, it's better to make some money every month
A month ago, Amaru, who was relatively relaxed in the imperial court, was killed. Paul Ann took over the position of No. 2 leader of the organization, and then began a comprehensive inventory of profits from the middle and lower levels of the organization.
At that time, middle and lower-level leaders like Ruo'ao thought that the good days were over, but unexpectedly, just a week ago, the turn of opportunity suddenly appeared.
There were a lot of young people in the work area behind the dance hall, almost everyone had a cigarette, which made the entire work area corridor smoky.
These young people are all figures like bodyguards. They are not qualified to enter the large room with closed doors at the end of the corridor, so they can only wait here
Seeing Ruo'ang coming, the young people surrounded by the corridor retreated one after another and made a passage
Ruo'ang reached out to slap the pungent smoke in front of his face, slammed his face, passed through the passage, and entered the closed door.
Behind the closed door is a place similar to the front dance hall, and there are also stages, wine cabinets, bars, teahouses and so on. On the oval stage in the middle of the hall, there are several girls with exposed clothes twisting their bodies in a random way to make extremely provocative actions.
However, there were only a dozen guests sitting around the teahouse under the stage, and everyone's attention was obviously not on the stage, but was gathering together and muttering something.
The moment Ruo's entry, more than a dozen whispering guys stopped at the same time. After seeing who it was, they resumed the conversation just now.
Ruo'an's eyes wandered around the crowd and found two guys who were good at their relationship with him. Then he walked over quickly and sat next to them. Without waiting for his butt to sit firmly, he asked impatiently: Haven't he come yet?
The dozen people here are all middle and lower-level leaders of the Morio drug trafficking organization. In the past week, they have come here to touch their heads every day. What Ruo'an said is nothing but someone else, Li Zaian, the second leader of the organization now.
Hearing Ruo's question, the two middle-aged people around him didn't speak up, but just shrugged helplessly. The meaning was clearly that Li Zai'an had not arrived yet
How is the situation on the stock exchange? Has it improved a little? Ruo Ao asked again
What else can the fucking improvement! An old guy who was drinking and heard his words, angrily put the beer bottle in his hand on the table and cursed
Yes, it fell and fell for four consecutive days. A middle-aged man opposite Ruo'er with a fat face and a big black mole on his neck said angrily, "I said at the beginning that none of us knows what futures are. We can't do such things. How are you doing now? Are you right?"
A series of complaints attracted everyone present to agree
Ruo Ao didn't even let it go, he was just thinking about what to do
All the incident started a week ago. Li Zai'an convened all the middle and lower-level leaders to meet. He first showed everyone a list he counted and exposed the inputs they had hidden from Banoro. Then, he took advantage of the time when everyone was panicking, and asked each of them to take out 100,000 to fill the gap in the account.
The 100,000 he wanted was not Cruzero, but authentic dollars. If you want to say that these middle and lower-level leaders couldn't afford such money, but the problem is that anyone would be willing to put money in their pockets. When they were paid out, it would be another matter. If possible, who would be willing to take out this money?
In this way, there was a debate at the meeting at that time. Even with Li Zaian's fierceness, he could not suppress all this opposition.
At that time, Ruo Ao was worried that such opposition would arouse Li Zaian's fierceness, but unexpectedly, the fierce god seemed to have changed his sexuality and finally made concessions.
He made a suggestion, saying that the middle and lower-level leaders would not require them to make up their own money, but they must temporarily lend 200,000 yuan from their income in the next quarter, and he, Li Zaian, used it to invest in futures, and strive to make back the deficit in the account through such investments. In this way, no one has to make up for the money in the account, and he also gave an explanation to Banoro.
Looking back, Ruo Ao still can't help but regret it secretly. He was too careless at the beginning and was too incomplete to consider the problem.
At that time, the ideas of these people took into account three points: First, Li Zaian was the second leader of the organization, and he had the final say when to withdraw profits;
Second, this guy is famous, and no one wants to make the situation too irresistible and finally get his life in it;
Third, the theory he said at that time was really tempting. What kind of oil futures must be bullish in the short term, what kind of Gulf War will inevitably have an oscillating impact on international oil futures, etc.
If he could choose again, Ruo'ang would definitely not follow the crowd. He would hand over the profits of his two districts to Li Zaian in advance, instead of lending him 200,000 yuan in vain.
If he handed over in advance, at least he would not have to bear the responsibility now. If he borrowed it privately, there would be no doubt that if he transferred it, he would naturally be easy to say anything. If he paid for it, he would have to follow the guy Li Zaian to bear the responsibility together, and no one could escape.
After all, it was because of greed. He sighed. Ruoang squinted his eyes and looked at the old guys around him. No need to guess, he also knew that these people had the same thoughts as him at the beginning.
Now that the pirate ship has already been on, it is probably not that easy to continue thinking about it.
As a middle-level leader in the Morio drug trafficking organization, Joao is nearly fifty years old this year. He started to earn money to support his family when he was fifteen years old. At first, he just picked up cigarettes from smugglers to sell them. He sold a pack of cigarettes to earn three Cruzeros. He could earn six loaves of bread a day, and could barely support himself, his mother who was ill in bed, and a sister who was five years younger than him.
This difficult life lasted for two years. When he was seventeen years old, Joao killed the first person in a gangster fire at the dock. For this reason, he saw $100 in the first time, the first time he had money to hire a doctor for my mother, and the first time he bought new clothes for his sister.
This achievement made him feel very happy, and even the fear after the first killing seemed unremarkable
The most important thing is that for the first time in his life, he saw the hope of life, the so-called future, and found the direction he could work hard for.
Everything became simple afterwards. In a few years, Joao made a big splash in the Morio slum at that time with a style of daring to fight and fighting to the death. Especially after following Banoro, although my mother eventually passed away, he offered her a college visit to the United States and sent her to the United States, giving her a new life.
Decades of time seem to be fleeting. Now, Ruo'an has clearly felt that he is old. The hidden wounds he suffered when he was young have now become his nightmare.
Every time it is late at night, especially when it is cloudy and rainy, he will jump out to torture him, making him feel like he is falling into hell
People are old and have old injuries on their bodies. People like Ruo'ao always hope to live a more stable life and don't like those things about fighting and killing. Of course, it's better to make some money every month
A month ago, Amaru, who was relatively relaxed in the imperial court, was killed. Paul Ann took over the position of No. 2 leader of the organization, and then began a comprehensive inventory of profits from the middle and lower levels of the organization.
At that time, middle and lower-level leaders like Ruo'ao thought that the good days were over, but unexpectedly, just a week ago, the turn of opportunity suddenly appeared.
There were a lot of young people in the work area behind the dance hall, almost everyone had a cigarette, which made the entire work area corridor smoky.
These young people are all figures like bodyguards. They are not qualified to enter the large room with closed doors at the end of the corridor, so they can only wait here
Seeing Ruo'ang coming, the young people surrounded by the corridor retreated one after another and made a passage
Ruo'ang reached out to slap the pungent smoke in front of his face, slammed his face, passed through the passage, and entered the closed door.
Behind the closed door is a place similar to the front dance hall, and there are also stages, wine cabinets, bars, teahouses and so on. On the oval stage in the middle of the hall, there are several girls with exposed clothes twisting their bodies in a random way to make extremely provocative actions.
However, there were only a dozen guests sitting around the teahouse under the stage, and everyone's attention was obviously not on the stage, but was gathering together and muttering something.
The moment Ruo's entry, more than a dozen whispering guys stopped at the same time. After seeing who it was, they resumed the conversation just now.
Ruo'an's eyes wandered around the crowd and found two guys who were good at their relationship with him. Then he walked over quickly and sat next to them. Without waiting for his butt to sit firmly, he asked impatiently: Haven't he come yet?
The dozen people here are all middle and lower-level leaders of the Morio drug trafficking organization. In the past week, they have come here to touch their heads every day. What Ruo'an said is nothing but someone else, Li Zaian, the second leader of the organization now.
Hearing Ruo's question, the two middle-aged people around him didn't speak up, but just shrugged helplessly. The meaning was clearly that Li Zai'an had not arrived yet
How is the situation on the stock exchange? Has it improved a little? Ruo Ao asked again
What else can the fucking improvement! An old guy who was drinking and heard his words, angrily put the beer bottle in his hand on the table and cursed
Yes, it fell and fell for four consecutive days. A middle-aged man opposite Ruo'er with a fat face and a big black mole on his neck said angrily, "I said at the beginning that none of us knows what futures are. We can't do such things. How are you doing now? Are you right?"
A series of complaints attracted everyone present to agree
Ruo Ao didn't even let it go, he was just thinking about what to do
All the incident started a week ago. Li Zai'an convened all the middle and lower-level leaders to meet. He first showed everyone a list he counted and exposed the inputs they had hidden from Banoro. Then, he took advantage of the time when everyone was panicking, and asked each of them to take out 100,000 to fill the gap in the account.
The 100,000 he wanted was not Cruzero, but authentic dollars. If you want to say that these middle and lower-level leaders couldn't afford such money, but the problem is that anyone would be willing to put money in their pockets. When they were paid out, it would be another matter. If possible, who would be willing to take out this money?
In this way, there was a debate at the meeting at that time. Even with Li Zaian's fierceness, he could not suppress all this opposition.
At that time, Ruo Ao was worried that such opposition would arouse Li Zaian's fierceness, but unexpectedly, the fierce god seemed to have changed his sexuality and finally made concessions.
He made a suggestion, saying that the middle and lower-level leaders would not require them to make up their own money, but they must temporarily lend 200,000 yuan from their income in the next quarter, and he, Li Zaian, used it to invest in futures, and strive to make back the deficit in the account through such investments. In this way, no one has to make up for the money in the account, and he also gave an explanation to Banoro.
Looking back, Ruo Ao still can't help but regret it secretly. He was too careless at the beginning and was too incomplete to consider the problem.
At that time, the ideas of these people took into account three points: First, Li Zaian was the second leader of the organization, and he had the final say when to withdraw profits;
Second, this guy is famous, and no one wants to make the situation too irresistible and finally get his life in it;
Third, the theory he said at that time was really tempting. What kind of oil futures must be bullish in the short term, what kind of Gulf War will inevitably have an oscillating impact on international oil futures, etc.
If he could choose again, Ruo'ang would definitely not follow the crowd. He would hand over the profits of his two districts to Li Zaian in advance, instead of lending him 200,000 yuan in vain.
If he handed over in advance, at least he would not have to bear the responsibility now. If he borrowed it privately, there would be no doubt that if he transferred it, he would naturally be easy to say anything. If he paid for it, he would have to follow the guy Li Zaian to bear the responsibility together, and no one could escape.
After all, it was because of greed. He sighed. Ruoang squinted his eyes and looked at the old guys around him. No need to guess, he also knew that these people had the same thoughts as him at the beginning.
Now that the pirate ship has already been on, it is probably not that easy to continue thinking about it.
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