The crackdown on organized crime began with the arrest of the mother-in-law.

Chapter 515 For 3, what does death matter?

Zhang Xiaohu turned around and was so frightened he almost lost his soul.

Are those armed men... armed police?

Zhang Xiaohu never imagined that he, a mere vegetable seller, would one day clash with the armed police.

Zhang Xiaohu is 38 years old this year. He has three younger brothers and one older sister.

My family was very poor when I was young. Sometimes we had no food or drink and had to go out begging. My three younger brothers and one older sister could not go out together because we didn't have enough pants. Whoever went out would wear them and stay at home naked.

Later, when Zhang Xiaohu grew a little older, he naturally couldn't go to school anymore and could only go out to work.

I went out to work at the age of 14 and spent seven or eight years doing odd jobs. By the time I was in my early twenties, I had no money left and had lived such a long time in a daze.

It wasn't until he met Brother Qian that Zhang Xiaohu's life took a turn for the better, and he finally learned what it meant to be a person.

Zhang Xiaohu did all sorts of jobs. A few years ago, he met Brother Qian while moving frozen meat at the Youhao Road Farmers Market.

It was this Brother Qian who paid Zhang Xiaohu a monthly salary of 1 yuan. As long as he worked for him, he would have everything he needed to eat and drink well.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaohu became quick-witted and hardworking. He was also good at flattery, and eventually became Brother Qian's top henchman.

From a penniless nobody four or five years ago to a boss who earns hundreds of thousands a month, Zhang Xiaohu has gradually learned what it means to be rich and what it means to be poor over the past few years.

As the top leader under Brother Qian, he also knew more about what was going on behind the scenes.

The meat hauled in those large trucks that arrive at the Youhao Road farmers' market every night at 11:00 PM isn't any real meat.

These are all cheap meats smuggled in from overseas.

Of course, since it's already frozen, you can't tell if it's good or bad. Whatever it is, it's still meat.

It's better than him not being able to eat anything when he was a child.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaohu never felt that he had done anything particularly illegal; after all, it was just selling meat. Meat had a higher profit margin and was cheaper, so ordinary people could benefit from it—why not?

Whether it's illegal or not is not within Zhang Xiaohu's consideration.

Because even when he was at his poorest, the law didn't give him a single bowl of rice. He had to live, he had to eat, and he had to help his younger brothers get married, start their own families, buy houses, buy cars, and get wives.

So Zhang Xiaohu knew that he would follow whoever gave him money. If Brother Qian treated him well and Brother Qian Qiang gave him money, then he would be Brother Qian's dog.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaohu grew into a capable underling in Qian Ge's eyes. In order to expand into other markets, Qian Ge began to leave this area, leaving everything to Qian Xiaohu.

The Youhao Road Farmers Market is the largest distribution center for agricultural products near Youhao Road.

It is also the largest wholesale base for meat products.

It can be said that Zhang Xiaohu, with the support of Aijia Group, or rather, represented Aijia Group in monopolizing the meat wholesale business in the entire Youhao Road farmers' market.

Nobody knows that half of the meat products wholesaled from here are cheap, low-quality meat smuggled from overseas.

However, the daily turnover of several million and the monthly profit of tens of millions made Zhang Xiaohu realize that this was definitely a lucrative business.

Just one of his farmers' markets on Youhao Road can contribute more than 30 million yuan in profit to Aijia Supermarket!

thirty million!

As the person in charge here, and the only underground manager of many farmers' markets, he receives 10% of the 3,000 million every month.

That's three million!

Three million every month!

What is this concept?

Zhang Xiaohu used to earn a maximum of 3000 yuan a month when he worked odd jobs.

Even if he didn't eat or drink for a year, he would only earn 36,000 yuan.

He would have to work for seventy or eighty years to earn 300 million.

Now he can pocket the 300 million in just one month.

So, with these three million, what difference does it make if I die?