"Datou, something seems to be wrong lately. I feel like someone is watching us."

Taking a break from his busy schedule, Liu Xiangyang walked to Fang Chen, shook Fang Chen awake, and said softly.

Fang Chen smiled and said nonchalantly: "If someone is watching, just keep an eye on it. Such a profitable business is still managed by the three and a half of us. It would be weird if no one is watching."

Needless to say, Liu Xiangyang, Fang Chen had already discovered that someone had been eyeing their stall for about four or five days, and there should be more than one group of people, at least two or three groups.

However, what makes Fang Chen feel funny is that it doesn’t matter if the people sent are unprofessional. After all, the spring breeze of Hong Kong movies has just blown into the land of the motherland, but at least find some normal people, or deer-headed, rat-like eyes, or full of fleshy faces, idiots

I just can't see it.

The deterrence of 83's severe crackdown has gradually dissipated, and new social conflicts have not been resolved. Around the 1990s, the whole country was in chaos, with cars, bandits, road tyrants, and gangs tyrants emerging one after another.

It was not until six years later that the second crackdown was launched again, and social order took on a new look again.

Seeing what Fang Chen and Liu Xiangyang were discussing, Li Qiming also came over and said, "Just keep an eye on them. If they dare to make trouble, I will let them see my fists."

As he spoke, Li Qiming waved his fist.

It was not easy to earn such a large amount of money, which improved the situation at home and put smiles on the faces of his parents and younger brother. If anyone dared to destroy this hard-earned happy life, he would fight to the death!

"That means you are timid." Li Qiming glanced at Liu Xiangyang and said.

His father has always been doing odd jobs at various construction sites. In order to compete for a temporary worker's job, dozens, even hundreds, of people were beaten to a bloody head. He has been exposed to it since he was a child and has seen it all too often.

Some brats, angry at the adults in their families who were beaten up, came to trouble him, but he was able to deal with them all!

"Fart!" Liu Xiangyang's face turned red and his neck was thick with anger, and two streams of white air spurted out from his nostrils.

"Big man, you are a good fighter, I admit it, but my big teeth are not for nothing!" Liu Xiangyang said, patting his thin chest.

Fights and fights often happen in vegetable markets, and it is not surprising that they are even commonplace. Stalls, vegetable prices, accuracy of scales, sanitation fees, etc. can all cause a fight, but he rarely participates in it.

That's all.

"hehe!"

Two words with infinite lethality popped out of Li Qiming's mouth.

Liu Xiangyang's face instantly turned red. He was just about to argue with Li Qiming when someone from a distance suddenly shouted: "Boy! Come over and read the book!"

"I'll argue with you later!"

After saying a harsh word, Liu Xiangyang left in a hurry.

As soon as he walked in front of the man, Liu Xiangyang's eyebrows couldn't help but frown, feeling a little uncomfortable. He immediately relaxed and his face was filled with a smile.

The man in front of me is about 24 or 25 years old. He has a slicked back and a pair of glasses. He wears a white collarless and sleeveless short T-shirt under his gray jacket. The words "It's so tiring to make money, it's so hard to have no money" are printed on it.

, wearing orange-red bell-bottom pants, black leather shoes, and an Aihua Walkman on his belt.

All he needs is the words "hipster" and "fashionable" written all over his face.

However, this man is not tall, probably only about 1.65 meters, which is not as tall as Liu Xiangyang. I don’t know whether it is because of the ups and downs of life or because he looks older, but there are already deep forehead lines on his forehead.

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No matter how you look at it, it can only be described as vulgar.

"Brother, please bring the book over and let me look at it, and I will calculate the money for you." Liu Xiangyang said with a smile.

At the beginning, Liu Xiangyang felt very distressed every time someone used a notebook to exchange money with him. Later, after Fang Chen's education, he actually fell in love with these people who asked him to exchange money.

Because every time he exchanged money for others, the business at the stall would reach a climax again.

What kind of advertisement can be better than seeing it with your own eyes, the lightness of a piece of paper in exchange for a piece of great unity?

Now Liu Xiangyang even enjoys this feeling. When the people around him see him uniting the pieces and handing them over to other people's hands, their eyes instantly turn scarlet, and the desire for wealth in their blood is suddenly activated.

"Hold it carefully, you can't afford to pay for it if it breaks." Wu Maocai said arrogantly.

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as I break it, the money will be returned to you, brother."

As soon as he got the book, Liu Xiangyang's expression changed instantly. He knew that what the co-author was talking about was not the words on it, but the entire book.

This book is not theirs.

Seeing Liu Xiangyang's hesitation, Wu Maocai cursed loudly: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and change the money for me!"

With that said, he slapped Liu Xiangyang on the head!

Liu Xiangyang couldn't help but look panicked, took half a step back to avoid the slap, and shouted loudly: "Big head, big man, come here quickly!"

Hearing Liu Xiangyang's panicked cry, Fang Chen and the others came over.

Fang Chen glanced at Wu Maocai, and then asked: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Li Qiming's oppressive body, Wu Maocai's arrogant arrogance was slightly suppressed, "What? You still want to bully others because of the large number of people, without giving you money!"

"Da Tou, look at it, this book is not ours at all."

With the support of Fang Chen and Li Qiming, Liu Xiangyang suddenly became more courageous.

After taking the book and looking at it, Fang Chen suddenly became happy and said to Wu Maocai: "Brother, you don't have any words on it, how can you ask us to give you money!"

Hearing this, Wu Maocai became anxious and snatched the notebook from Fang Chen's hand, pointed at the densely packed numbers on the notebook, and said sternly: "Are you kidding me? What are the words on it?"

It took him almost two days to get the number one thousand right, but the other party actually said it didn't exist. He was really blind.

Fang Chen's face instantly dropped, and a bone-chilling chill spread out, and he said coldly: "Brother, you were the one who made a joke on me first. This book doesn't belong to me. Who should you exchange money with?"

Who goes!"

Wu Maocai's expression froze and he almost choked to death at Fang Chen's words.

"Okay, you actually dare not to give me money, and these three yellow-haired boys actually dare to lie to people. I really think you can rely on the strength of your numbers!" Wu Maocai said angrily.

He finally knew that he had met his opponent. The opponent was even more shameless than him. He pretended to be a bad guy. He worked so hard to write the 1,000 number correctly before he came over. But the opponent was so nice that he actually said with red lips and white teeth that there was no word in the book.

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"That's right, you clearly wrote on the blackboard that when you write 1,000, you will be rewarded with 100 yuan. Hurry up and get the money!"

"I also wrote 1,000, give me the money quickly!"

"I've written up to 1,000! If you don't give me the money, I'll kill you!"
Chapter completed!