Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 30 I pay three times and you call me back

"Little girl, are you the boss they say?"

One was wearing a black waistcoat, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and said to her in a casual street manner.

Ling Yue scolded angrily: "Yes, why do you smash my stall!"

"Why?" The cigarette man took a deep puff of his cigarette, and sprayed all the smoke on Ling Yue's face in a ruffian manner.

Ling Yue was so choked that she coughed a few times, and was about to get angry when she heard the man say, "Little girl, do you know who owns this place, and who did you say hello to when you set up a stall here?"

ripped off!
Ling Yue only felt chills all over her body.

She had heard of this kind of thing, but she didn't expect it to happen to her.

She forced herself to calm down, and said in a cold voice: "This is the territory of the Chinese government, who am I going to burn incense with when I set up a stall on the government's territory!"

The cigarette man spit out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground with a pooh, and got a stick with the thickness of an arm in his hand from nowhere.

He raised his stick and pointed at Ling Yue, full of hostility: "Little girl, don't blame my brother for not warning you, and you don't ask about it. Who on this road doesn't know our Master Xu's name? Don't say hello to Master Xu Just set up a stall on Mr. Xu's site, you are tired of living!"

Ling Yue doesn't know why Mr. Xu is not Mr. Xu!
She has set up a stall here for a few days, and she hasn't blushed much with the nearby stall owners, and she is like a younger brother and sister to the students.

Except for the person who robbed her of the booth yesterday, she has never offended anyone.

A flash of light flashed in her mind. Could it be that person yesterday was really playing tricks?
She looked around, but didn't see the person from yesterday.

M's, it seems that nine times out of ten he is behind the scenes.

What are these things? If you set up a good stall, you can still make people smash it.

How unlucky!
"Who told you to come here, I will pay double the money, and you can call back for me."

Ling Yue's sudden words made the cigarette man smile instead of anger, and he folded his hands with great interest: "How do you know someone wants me to smash your booth?"

Ling Yue said angrily: "Is this hard to guess? I set up a stall here for several days, but you didn't do anything. You even bought tapes from me. I remember correctly, right?"

"C!" The cigarette man cursed, and he lit another cigarette, took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring, "To tell you the truth, some people look at you and want me to teach you a lesson, you choose yourself, it's a broken arm Or a broken leg?"

"Are you deaf?" Now that the matter has reached this point, there is absolutely no reason for him to back down.

When meeting this kind of person, only if you are more ruthless than him can you shock him.

Ling Yue said in a deep voice: "I just said that I will pay double the money, and you can help me to discount that person's leg.

The cigarette man had a cigarette in his mouth and turned a deaf ear to her words: "Little girl, what we are talking about in the Tao is the morality of the world. It is difficult for us to do what you do."

He said impatiently: "Give me a quick word, whether you have broken an arm or a broken leg, we will be very gentle."

Gentle ass!

If I break your legs and tell you to be gentle, don't you fucking curse the sky and the earth!

Ling Yue almost gritted her silver teeth, "I'll give you a treat, I pay three times and you pay me back, you won't earn a dime any more!"

"Do you know how much three times is?" The cigarette man was a little tempted, "He gave me 50 yuan."

Ling Yue looked at him extremely speechless.

For a mere 50 yuan, he actually summoned five or six local ruffians to smash his own stall.

"Then I'll give you one hundred and fifty, and you can call back for me. Is that okay?"

"There is a problem!" A dignified and correct voice sounded from behind the cigarette man, "I think you are all tired of living, and in broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of the public, you actually pay for murder!"

Ling Yue looked towards the owner of the voice, only to see a gay man in police uniform walking over.

Seeing the police coming, Ling Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

When the cigarette man saw his face, he was frightened for half his life. He handed over a cigarette in a fawning manner, and said, "He... Uncle He, why are you here?"

Uncle He?

Ling Yue's heart sank, this guy actually called him uncle?
"Why can't I come?" He Gongan glared at him, "If I don't come, the little girl will be bullied to death by you."

He looked at the messy goods all over the floor, pointed at the cigarette man and said bitterly: "Ji San'er, I'm not talking about you. Now that the country's policies have been relaxed, you can see that little girls can set up a street stall to support themselves. Why can't you learn well, a man of seven feet, and do this shameful thing all day long?"

Seeing that the person came to help her, Ling Yue was completely relieved.

It's finally safe!
Ji San said obsequiously: "Yes, yes, what Uncle He taught me is that I promise this is the last time and there will be absolutely no next time."

Seeing Ji Sanzi's flattering appearance made Ling Yue a little sick.

His words made Ling Yue tremble even more.

He actually called this man Uncle?

They know!

Sure enough, it was a scholar who met a soldier, and he couldn't explain why.

What made her even more unexpected was that as soon as the policeman appeared, the horse boys brought by Ji San suddenly dispersed, and they ran away without a trace, leaving only him to deal with the policeman.

"Do you still want to have a next time?" He slapped him on the back of the head, pointed at the goods on the ground and shouted: "You smashed a lot of things for the little girl, and you can compensate according to the price."

"Little girl, don't be afraid, as much as you want."

Ling Yue's eyes lit up, she called Chen Zhaodi and Huang Guixiang, and immediately counted them up.

Ji San's face suddenly stretched: "Uncle, don't be like this, you don't save me any face, how can I mess around in the future."

"No, he has," someone backed him up, and Ling Yue's eating melons was no big deal: "He charged 50 yuan to smash my stall."

"Sister, don't talk about it, I really have no money!" Ji San wanted to die, "I was also forced to go this way, if you really want me to pay, sell me I can't afford it."

"I can't afford it, but you still dare to smash my stall?"

Ling Yue glared at him, then turned to the policeman and said, "Comrade Public Security, I have to trouble you with this matter, otherwise my loss will be too great."

"It's a small business. If everyone smashes the stall like him, how can our economy develop?"

He Yongmin glanced at her unexpectedly, pointed at Ling Yue and said to the third son: "Ji San, look at what the little girl said, don't you feel ashamed!"

"If I didn't happen to pass by today, I think you want to go in again."

"Sister Xiaoyue, the statistics are out, they smashed our 49 yuan product."

Ling Yue waved his hand: "For the sake of Comrades Public Security, give them a [-]% discount."

Chen Zhaodi was slightly stunned, and immediately understood: "Sister, it's already discounted, and there's still 49 yuan left."

Ling Yue said to He Yongmin: "Comrade, you heard it too. It's not that I want to blackmail him, but that our loss is indeed so great."

Seeing Ling Yue's helpless expression, Ji San gritted his teeth with hatred.

(End of this chapter)