Detective From the Future Chapter 684: Snatched

Han Bin took it over and took a look. The account name is Lao Wang of Antique Street, 86 thousand fans, 124 posts, 55 followers, and 170 thousand likes.

"Uncle, you did a good job."

"There is no other way. The business is not good and there are no guests. I was sitting and sitting, so I started a live broadcast, recorded a small video and sent it to the website." Wang Qingsheng opened the chat box and took a sip of tea. Go on,

"In the beginning, I also had a playful mentality. After all, I was a fat uncle, and probably not many people would like to watch it. I don't understand anything else, it's just a matter of antiques."

Wang Qingsheng slapped his face, "I never thought about it, but someone really loves to watch it."

"There are few people buying antiques these days, but there are a lot of people who like this one. He watched a lively on the Internet, and he can gain knowledge without spending money. In addition, I like to talk a few words, this fan just It's going up."

"During this period, on average, there are thousands of dollars a month, and one more time is more than 10,000 yuan. Although not much, it is enough to spend."

Han Weidong took a look at his mobile phone. Although he knew that Wang Qingsheng was playing live broadcast, he did not expect his income to be so high. If you have millions of fans, your income will not be able to catch up with the stars."

"Brother-in-law, you are just talking about it. As far as I know, there are several big Vs with millions of fans, and their income is really lower than that of celebrities."

Wang Huifang is also a little curious, "He does live broadcast and earns so much money."

"You can't think of killing you." Wang Qingsheng smiled, sold a pass, and continued, "He is a cook. He was a cook in a restaurant and uploaded some small videos of cooking on the website. It's on fire, and now the monthly income has broken through one million."

Wang Huifang said, "Good fellow, isn't that more money than opening a restaurant."

“That’s for sure. It’s okay to open dozens of restaurants a year based on his income.” Wang Qingsheng’s tone was a little envious. One is in antique stalls, and the other is cooking videos."

"Why can I lose weight? I always have some fans who care about them. They post comments under the video, saying that I am too fat and should lose weight. There are also some black fans who speak awkwardly. Don't worry about how you say it, I am under their supervision. I gradually lose weight. It’s a windfall."

Han Weidong subconsciously said, "It seems that this live broadcast also has a good side. It can also be a virtuous circle to urge you to lose weight."

Wang Qingsheng smiled, "Yes, it's not just me, many people now live on live broadcasts and small videos to make money. I think it's also pretty good, and I make money without leaving home. The only thing is The disadvantage is that income is not stable."

Everyone was eating and chatting, and they broke up after ten o'clock in the evening...

Fangjing Village on the outskirts of Qindao City.

Fang Mancang walked towards the center of the village with a fan.

A shirtless man riding a tram greeted him, "Uncle Mancang, where are you going?"

"Go to the brigade."

"Why do you go to the brigade when you order this?"

Fang Mancang smiled, "Go to dinner."

The shirtless man was a little puzzled, "How can I go to the brigade to eat? I never heard that the village has to take care of the food."

"How many teams are you in?"

"Three groups."

The corner of Fang Mancang's mouth raised, and his tone was a little triumphant, "That's nothing to do with you. Today is the village chief in the brigade and invited us from the seven groups to dinner."

"Why? We are all in the same village, and the village chief can still favor one another."

"You forgot, we have joined the collective economic company in the seven groups. Every time dividends are distributed, we will treat guests to dinner. The company's money only takes up the land of the brigade."

"Do I remember that you all paid dividends before and after the Chinese New Year? Why are you so early this year?"

"It's getting late. This is last year's dividend. Didn't this delay the yiqing relationship. Now that everything is over, I just sent the money to it. Let’s have fun."

The shirtless man was a little envious, "That feeling is good."

Fang Mancang took out a box of cigarettes, handed one to the shirtless man, and ordered one by himself, "Yes, dividends are paid every year. This year, other industries won’t work. On the contrary, our collective economic company has a good business. I heard that this year’s dividend is more than in previous years."

"That's not bad, but you have to drink a few cups less at noon, lest the money you give out will be obeyed."

"That can't, you can still drink less wine in the public house. I go there to drink, and there is no shortage of food at home. As for the money, it is your aunt's business."

"Look at your life. It's really comfortable. My team is not good. This year, I can't do anything, and I didn't have a job."

"The national policy is good, and the village head is also able to take the lead. In the words of the old chief, let some people get rich first, and get rich first." Fang Mancang said, patting his chest." Taozi, if you don’t have a job, tell your uncle. I’ll go to the village head and ask you to find a job in a collective economic company, and you can earn tens of thousands of dollars in a year."

"Uncle Mancang, I haven't figured it out yet, let's talk about it later. Do you need me to take you for a ride, just on the way."

"No, you go, I'm good for a stroll, and I can eat more later."

"Then I'll go first." The shirtless man took a word and rode away on the tram.

Fang Mancang was not in a hurry, and walked slowly, chatting a few words whenever he met, for fear that others would not know what he was going to do.

The reason Fang Mancang lived so easily was because the village set up a storage company a few years ago, occupying the land of the 7th group of Fangjing Village. The villagers are equivalent to using land to buy shares, and they can get some dividends every year.

In recent years, with the rise of the logistics industry, the business of warehousing companies is getting better and better. Every year they can get two or three million in dividends. The cash is piled on the table. It is very spectacular. Sign, take money, and go. people.

In the previous two years, I was on TV news, and I was judged by Xianjin Village, Tuhao Village, and Fangjing Village. The eldest girls and younger wives in nearby villages are willing to marry in Fangjing Village.

Two years ago, Fangmancang's family was divided into 60,000 to 70,000, which was enough for the whole family to eat, drink and chew, much better than those villagers who went out to work.

At this moment, Taozi ran back on the electric bike again, and the speed could catch up with the motorcycle.

Fang Mancang curiously said, "Taozi, why are you in a hurry? Run this fast."

Taozi put his feet on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ came to a sudden foot brake, "Uncle Mancang is not good, your company was robbed."

"What? I was robbed. Where did you hear about it."

"Several people at the gate of the brigade shouted about this. Some villagers went to the storage company to watch the fun, saying that the dividends given to you were taken away."

Fang Mancang's eyes widened, "Hey, whoever @#￥% dares to come to our village to grab something, don't kill me."

Fang Mancang sat down behind the electric car, "Go, take me over and take a look, dare to grab Lao Tzu's money, and slap him to death."

Taozi smiled, "Uncle Mancang, don't speak big words, it is said that those who robbed have guys with them."

"What guy?"

Taozi stroked with the index finger and thumb of his back hand, "This guy."

"Gun."

"Correct."

Fang Man shrank his neck in a hurry, "Mother, which dog @#￥'s stuff has red eyes, actually grabbing our village's dividends."

Taozi rubbed his nose and secretly said, this time it's irritating, and it depends on you.

……

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the Second Squadron, and a group of offices.

There have been no new cases recently, and everyone has become lazy.

Li Qin is organizing the table, Wang Xiao is checking the information, Jiang Yang is reading the previous files, Huang Qianqian is browsing the shopping website, Bao Xing is dozing off on the chair.

"Squeak..." Han Bin opened the door and walked in, slapped his hands, "Everyone clean up, there is a new case, ready to appear."

Bao Xing is quick to talk, "What is the case of the Korean team?"

"A company was robbed."

Jiang Yang said, "Ordinary robberies, won't the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the sub-bureau handle it?"

Bao Xing said with a smile, "Is it because the superiors see that we are too idle."

Han Bin said sternly, "This is not an ordinary robbery. The suspect is carrying a gun."