Yang Pingfan laughed and pulled Xu Yang's arm outward.

...

An hour later, the group of them took a bus to the second ring road near the third ring road.

There is a dilapidated urban village here, with a huge factory covering an area of ​​about 3,000 acres.

And in this factory, all the mobile phones made are miscellaneous, commonly known as high-quality imitations.

Yang Pingfan and Xu Yang got out of the car and looked at the dark iron gate in front of them. There were also barking dogs barking from inside.

"Open the door."

The driver went over and smashed the door.

Soon, when he saw the old man pushed open the crack in the door, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Yang Pingfan walked over with smugness, blocked the door with his hands, and said lightly: "I want to talk to your boss."

"The boss is not here, I'm going to the club."

Yang Pingfan naturally didn't believe this. He winked. The two bodyguards behind him rushed over immediately and kicked the door open.

Wow!

A native dog was barking in an iron cage, and the ground was covered with shit and urine.

After everyone came in, they saw a simple and dilapidated machine operating, and the huge noise made the eardrum hurt.

Xu Yang walked over and saw that fake counterfeit machines were being shipped, and dozens of young workers were assembling spare parts.

"Where is the boss, who is the boss?"

Yang Pingfan shouted loudly.

"Whoever is looking for me, who are you?"

A fat and round middle-aged greasy man walked out, with shorts and slippers, drinking wolfberry water in his hand.

"Are you the boss?"

Yang Pingfan raised his chin and said arrogantly.

The greasy man's hands trembled and said, "You, you are law enforcement..."

"no."

Xu Yang walked over with a smile and said, "Uncle, we are not law enforcement. We rich people, come and buy your mobile phone factory."

The greasy man was stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

Yang Pingfan sneered. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to such people and said directly: "You are an illegal black factory. I know a very good person in the city. It's not a big deal to let you in for decades with a phone call."

As soon as these words were said, the greasy man was so scared that he shivered all over.

Yang Pingfan continued: "But if you are willing to sell it to me, you can go abroad with the money and live happily for the rest of your life. How about it?"

"You, you guys joke..."

"Fifty million."
Chapter completed!