At five o'clock in the morning, Qin Ruanruan fell asleep from exhaustion. Chen Yang covered her with a quilt, quietly got up, left Longwang Pavilion, and drove to the southern suburbs scrap collection station.

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Southern suburb, scrap collection station.

Although it is early in the morning, many people are already here to sell scraps, and the huge yard is already busy.

An old man in greasy clothes and unkempt hair weighed scraps while cursing and flirting with a scrap seller.

"I'm telling you, little girl, this is obviously scrap metal today. I really can't buy it for you at the scrap price!"

"Hey, just this time, just charge me the price of scrap steel!"

"Okay, but we can't settle the account now. You have to come up to my room tonight and I'll settle the account for you."

"If you still want to trick me, I will pinch you to death in one fell swoop. Do you believe it?"

"Haha..." Everyone around suddenly burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

The old man is none other than the owner of the scrap collection station, Dewey.

But everyone has almost forgotten his real name and calls him Lao Dutou.

Lao Dutou obviously enjoyed this atmosphere and always had a smile on his face.

But at this moment, a discordant voice rang out: "Old Du Tou, you are living a very comfortable life."

Everyone turned around and saw a few arrogant guys walking over.

At the head was a young man with braids and a scorpion tattooed on his neck. The scorpion showed its teeth and claws, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

When Lao Dutou saw the tattooed man, he quickly greeted him with a smile: "Little brother, why do you get up so early? Come on, smoke, smoke."

After saying that, he came to the tattooed man, took out a cigarette, and handed it over diligently.

But the guy behind the tattooed man knocked the cigarette out of Lao Dutou's hand and cursed unceremoniously: "Old man, stop talking nonsense here and give me money."

Lao Dutou quickly said with a smile: "Little brother, I don't seem to owe you any money. What money can I give you?"

Huang Mao glared at Lao Dutou, his eyes widened and he said: "What do you mean you don't owe us money? Let me tell you, from now on, this street will be covered by Brother Scorpion, and all the merchants here must pay for protection every month.

Fee, otherwise you won’t be able to do business here anymore.”

Lao Dutou frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal. He quickly said with a smile: "That's it. Then dare I ask my little brother, how much protection money do you want?"

Huang Mao stretched out five fingers.

Old Dutou still smiled and said: "Five hundred, okay, I'll get it for you right away."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Mao glared back and said, "What five hundred? Why don't you send a beggar? It's five thousand, five thousand!"

Old Dutou, who originally turned around to get the money, suddenly frowned. He looked at Huang Mao and said displeasedly: "Little brother, I run this small buying station. I work early and stay late, and I can't make much money in a month.

Five thousand yuan in protection fees is too much. Look at my age, it’s not easy for me. I want to give you face and charge less, okay?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Mao kicked away a bucket next to him, glared and shouted: "I'll give you face, do you deserve it? Give me the money immediately, if you dare to lose even one cent, I'll burn you to death."

You doghouse."

A flash of violence suddenly flashed through Lao Dutou's eyes. He turned his head and looked at the man with the scorpion tattoo in the lead, "Little brother, don't you know what you mean?"

The tattooed man blew out a smoke ring and said boldly: "What my brother means is what I mean. Old man, you are so long-winded. Hurry up and get the money. If you dare to delay again, I will set off fireworks for you now."

, do you believe it or not?”

The people around him, who were almost friends with Old Dutou, were very angry when they saw these gangsters bullying people like this. However, everyone is a responsible person, and no one wants to provoke these thugs. They all dare not be angry.
Chapter completed!