The President injected himself again [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 63: CEO Ba is Bound, Watch Me Beat You to Death

Chapter 63. Boss, pack two servings of fried rice for me, and give me a few skewers, a bottle of beer, I'll eat here.

"Not with Liangzi?"

"The fried rice is for him." The one taking the order is a fat guy, with a cigarette in his mouth, his vest pulled up to his belly, after ordering at the barbecue stall, he directly handed a few red bills to the boss, "I'm paying off the previous debts together."

The boss happily took the money, "Did you strike it rich?"

"What's up?" The fat guy looked at the boss with a cigarette in his mouth, "Your barbecue stall can't make it anymore, so you want to ask me for ways to make money?"

"It's hard to do business these days. If you really have any money-making ideas, why not share them with your buddies?"

"I have some ideas, but they're not suitable for you."

"You little brat. . ."

After teasing the boss, the fat guy walked outside and picked an empty table, while waiting for the barbecue, he played with his phone while smoking. Just when he was playing, someone he knew came over to say hello, so the fat guy put down his phone and started chatting with that person. Somehow, the conversation turned to making money, and the other person mentioned that recently the police have been cracking down on illegal activities, and fake alcohol can't be sold anymore. So they have to stay at home and wait for things to calm down before doing some business.

At first, the fat guy didn't say anything, he just ate peanuts and drank beer while listening to the person.

"Fat guy, what have you and Liangzi been up to lately? Why don't you come out for a drink with us?"

"Not much, just staying at home."

"Can you make money by staying at home?"

. . .

After drinking half a bottle of beer, the fat guy started talking more, not just a few words here and there. Plus, his friend was quite talkative, and the fat guy couldn't hold back anymore. He took the cigarette handed to him by his friend, lit it, took another sip of beer, and finally spoke, "To be honest with you, Liangzi and I recently took on a business deal and made some money. . . not a lot, just this amount."

The fat guy raised his hand towards his friend.

"5,000?" his friend asked.

The fat guy proudly said, "50,000."

"You dare to sell fake alcohol during this time?"

"Who cares about selling fake alcohol!"

"Being a thug for someone?"

The fat guy shook his head.

The guy took a sip of beer and said, "You and Liangzi wouldn't actually tie someone up, right?"

This time, the fat guy didn't shake his head.

"Really?" The guy couldn't help but raise his voice, but he stopped halfway through his sentence, looked around, and then lowered his voice to ask the fat guy, "Did you two really bring someone back?"

The fat guy cautiously looked around and, seeing no one looking their way, leaned in and whispered a few words to the guy. The guy got excited after hearing it and raised his voice even louder, "Just for one night, for 50,000?"

"Just for one night."

"How did you and Liangzi get so lucky. . . No, tonight's meal is on you."

"Okay, put it on my tab."