"Seven to eight hundred a day? Is there really a business that pays so well?" Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, but she was still hesitant. "That isn't possible!"
Zhao Sanbao was right about how dim-witted the two of them were. It made it easier for him to use them. "How is that impossible? Brother Zhao will let you in on it, Brother Zhao is selling cigarettes outside, earning the margins."
Cigarettes?
Bo Jiu lowered her lids and her mouth curved into a smile. More like drugs.
"From now on, we'll be following Brother Zhao!"
"Good, good." Zhao Sanbao had other plans in mind though. With the police keeping tabs on the club, it would be safer with the two of them. More importantly, if there were any sudden checks, the two of them could end up being the scapegoats. He could get them to get the goods and if he saw anything wrong, he would just leave them behind and escape.
At 1 pm, Zhao Sanbao found someone to cover his duty.
