Chapter 40 Trade Secrets Zhang Ailun wandered around and came to the punching force instrument. He learned the rules and found that it was a professional punching force test instrument. It costs $10 to participate once. If the punching force reaches 500, 600, 700, 800, and 900 points, different rewards can be obtained. If you top up to 999 points, you can get a maximum bonus of 100 times. This is good!! Zhang Ailun flexed his fist and put in $10. He got into a shooting position and punched the glove. With a loud bang, the meter numbers climbed rapidly, showing 499 points. Holy shit! This is so fucking evil!! You even adjusted the meter for this thing? Zhang Ailun was startled. Lao Hei, who was standing next to him, was also startled. I looked at the numbers in disbelief. How could someone score 499 points with one punch? This instrument can only score 499 points at most. If it is a normal professional numerical measurement unit, this thing is nearly 800 pounds after rounding off! ! Where did this pervert come from? Don't come here on purpose to cause trouble. The old black man who was watching the place came over immediately, looked at Zhang Ailun who was doubting his life, and immediately operated the instrument, poured out the $10 from the coin slot and returned it to him. "Sir, I'm sorry, this instrument is broken and has not been repaired yet. Please go and play other projects."
"Ok." Zhang Ailun remained calm. Since the money had been refunded, he might as well pretend that he hadn't seen anything. Not long after walking out, Zhang Ailun saw a group of young people coming together, trying to do coin-operated boxing. One of them was a tall, muscular white man who smiled casually. He took an amateur boxing stance and punched forward, with a bang. The number stopped at 196 points, and his face changed immediately. "There is something fishy going on! There is something fishy going on!!" The big white guy was very unconvinced and shouted, "I can score at least 800 points in the gym! How come this machine can only give 196 points? What unit of calculation is this?" Lao Hei immediately came over and said seriously: "Sir! Please don't make a loud noise here! Otherwise, please leave here immediately!!" Although several people were very unconvinced, looking at the old black man with his bull eyes glaring at them, his nostrils flared, and his muscles flexing, he looked like he was saying, "If you don't behave yourself, I'll drag you into the small dark room and teach you a lesson." Several people immediately gave in and grumbled to each other. Although they were dissatisfied, they still admitted defeat. This old black man really knows how to change his face. He knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong. Zhang Ailun walked around the venue again and found that there was nothing else to play except the real paid items, and he didn't have much of a smoking addiction. And always keep your mission in mind. He drank the Red Bull in one gulp, found the black man he had met before, and asked him where the place to throw away the garbage was. Lao Hei knew that Zhang Ailun was not someone to be trifled with, so he treated him with great respect and pointed out the way. Zhang Ailun passed through the corridor smoothly, pushed open the door and found himself out. There was blue sky and white clouds above his head, and he came to the backyard of the bar. There is a main road outside the yard, but there are basically few vehicles passing by. The yard is surrounded by an iron fence and a large locked iron gate. There is a garbage truck parked at the door, making it look like a military stronghold. The white-bearded old man who was sorting cans and waste in the yard also looked at him in surprise and said, "Sir, outsiders are not allowed to come in here." "I just want to come here to get some fresh air and throw away some trash." Zhang Ailun raised his hand and shook the empty Red Bull can in his hand, flattened it and threw it to him. "What's your name? Are you the cleaner who's responsible for sorting out the garbage here? Did the bar hire you?"
"You can call me Mike." The old man, wearing blue overalls, yellow rubber shoes, and rubber gloves, took the can and stuffed it into the bag. He replied, "I have been working here for several years. I used to pick up trash on the street, and after this bar opened, I often recycle trash here. This yard was also built by the bar owner to expand and prevent others from coming in through the back door, or running away and seeing things they shouldn't see." Zhang Ailun also learned from him that this bar was a joint venture bar. The first half was a regular bar, and the second half was a project jointly operated with a small street gang. This was also normal on the street. After all, you can't make much money just by selling alcohol. In this area, you may not even be able to pay the rent. You must come up with some exciting programs that can attract people. "But I can't make much money relying on these jars. I have other ways to make money." Old Mike chuckled. "What kind of fortune-making project is that?" Zhang Ailun asked curiously. Old Mike smiled mysteriously, but said nothing more. He just concentrated on sorting the jars. Zhang Ailun understood immediately and said, "Come on, Mike, I'm just curious and want to know more about your business. Let's make a deal. I'll buy you a drink and you'll tell me some industry secrets. You can go in and order some drinks or something else right now, and I'll pay for it all!" "Are you sure?" Old Mike was a little surprised. "Are all Asians so generous? Where are you from?" "I come from Japan!!" Zhang Ailun smiled and took out a stack of thick banknotes, patted them in his palm, and instantly attracted Old Mike's attention. "Dude, I'm not lying to you. You can go in and relax now. It's okay if you tell me when you come out. I can wait for you." "That's what you said!" Old Mike didn't bother to be polite with Zhang Allen. He immediately took off his yellow rubber shoes and gloves, put on clean clothes, and smiled: "Actually, this is not a secret. I can tell you now that guests often lose things here when they get drunk, such as rings, jewelry, cocoa, commemorative coins, banknotes, etc. Although they are not very valuable, if you can come across them once, you will definitely make a fortune!" "So you were looking for a ring? A necklace?" Zhang Ailun asked in surprise. Old Mike spread his hands and said, "It's just a matter of luck. You know, it's pitch black in there, the light is very poor, and there's no guarantee that something will be missed and dumped into the trash can. If I find anything good, I will give the boss a share. I can't take it all for myself. Otherwise, if a customer comes back looking for his things, I'll be in a lot of trouble." "Okay, man, I understand. You can come in and relax now. I will pay the bill for you before you leave, but you'd better not charge me too much!" Zhang Ailun warned with pretended pain. "I understand! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I have always had a good reputation." Old Mike made the assurance and walked in hurriedly. After entering the bar box, under Lao Hei's surprised gaze, he went straight to the bunny girl in the rest area. "Hey! What are you doing, Mike?" Mary was a little surprised. "No one needs to clean up here." "Someone is treating me to a meal! Baby, do you want to come with me to the box?" Old Mike said proudly. Mary said speechlessly: "No! I don't want it." "Okay...Geese, please give me a glass of whiskey with ice! I'll wait for you in the box." Old Mike felt a little regretful, and turned his target to another person, blinked his eyes and made an invitation. "Fuck you! Which rich guy would be so stupid as to invite you? You'd better clean up your brother!!" The bunny girl who was painting her nails rolled her eyes and raised her middle finger to look down on him. For the sake of money, she stood up with some dissatisfaction to serve the old man. In the backyard, Zhang Ailun sent away Old Mike who was interfering with his work, and equipped himself with the opponent's jungle-specific weapon and full-level rubber gloves. He went straight to the green treasure chest and began to search for the Vandini gold necklace weighing grams. (End of this chapter)