The way to make money (2)

"Daniu, how many times have I told you to call me boss Zheng, boss Zheng!" The yellow-teeth man said as he looked at the man angrily.

"I've been holding up my thank-you letters for the whole day. I'm so F * cking tired." The man mumbled, still unconvinced. It seemed that the experience that day had really hurt him a lot, and he had never forgotten it.

"I'll put it this way. To put it simply, your dog brains won't be able to understand anything else. " The yellow-teeth guy said,"some of my brothers started following me a long time ago. Some of them came later. How much do you think a Sea city registered ticket can be resold for?"

"Hahaha!" A few of them laughed out loud.

In a fifth-tier or sixth-tier city like Haicheng, even the most powerful first People's Hospital couldn't sell an expert's number for money. No one would buy it if it cost more than 50 yuan, so the noodles were worthless.