Eva was very obedient. She returned home at eleven o'clock sharp and called Uncle Fan to inform her.
The next day, Fan Jianqiang asked Xiong Chaoying to call three more people to help. This time, the speed was greatly accelerated. Fan Jianqiang went to the clothing store and bought two identical t-shirts with the money he got from Xiong Chaoying.
T-shirts and brightly colored aprons serve as uniforms.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the store called and said that the car was ready. Fan Jianqiang was generous and gave Xiong Chaoying an extra 100 yuan in overtime pay, which made Xiong Chaoying feel distressed for a long time.
In the evening, Fan Jianqiang confidently asked Xiong Chaoying to steam a pot full of rice dumplings, then pushed the cart to the street!
The unique, beautiful and cute car immediately attracted a lot of attention. However, the price of the rice dumplings still deterred many people. Fan Jianqiang priced the rice dumplings at ten yuan each!
Xiong Chaoying was very nervous, fearing that such a large amount of money would not be returned in return. However, seeing Fan Jianqiang's confident look, he endured and said nothing. Finally, after more than half an hour, two people finally came.
Out of curiosity, the young white-collar worker bought one to taste.
The two white-collar girls walked not far away, and one of them came back, praising that the rice dumplings were delicious and buying another one. Xiong Chaoying breathed a sigh of relief and finally showed a smile on his face.
Fan Jianqiang chatted with the white-collar girl eloquently, and falsely praised her for looking like Li Xiaolu, making the white-collar girl smile from ear to ear, saying that she would highly recommend it to her colleagues in the company tomorrow.
After a while, the sharp-eyed Uncle Fan saw two foreigners, a man and a woman, and they started shouting in English. When the two foreigners heard someone speaking English, they were naturally attracted to them. Fan Qiangqiang worked hard to sell the two foreigners.
Someone bought two and stood next to the cart, eating them deliciously. While eating, he praised them, which attracted many passers-by to stop.
Perhaps due to the patronage of foreigners, many Chinese people seemed unwilling to lag behind foreigners and came to buy one after another. Almost everyone who visited praised them, so more and more people came to buy a big pot of rice dumplings.
, it was actually sold out in more than an hour. It was completely unexpected and the supply of goods was not sufficiently prepared.
"Let's go, Mom, come back tomorrow!"
Xiong Chaoying was extremely excited and scolded: "Who said you'd come back tomorrow! Cook as soon as you get back and come here as soon as possible! Why don't you do such a good business? Make more money. The medicine your dad takes is expensive."
"Haha, there's no need to rush. If they didn't get anything to eat today, they'll probably come back tomorrow."
Xiong Chaoying said: "If it tastes good and they eat it today, they will come back tomorrow. Doing more business will attract more customers. Don't talk about it. Hurry up. I'll go back first and you can take your time to clean up."
Xiong Chaoying couldn't help but hurried back quickly.
Fan Jianqiang burst into laughter, packing up the trolley, and explaining to the customers who came to inquire. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the corner of the street, and someone shouted: "The city management is coming, run!"
Fan Jianqiang was startled, and hurriedly pushed the cart and ran away, but he couldn't run any faster! After a while, he heard someone roaring like a wild beast from behind, and the screams of the vendors when they were caught. Fan Jianqiang risked his life
He can run, but his body is too weak!
Finally, he was caught up by the urban management!
A strong force came from behind. Fan Jianqiang couldn't bear the direction. He was pushed out of balance. His hands were separated from the armrests of the trolley and he fell to the ground!
"Run somewhere!"
Fan Jianqiang rubbed the palm of his hand against the cement floor, feeling a burning pain. Then, he saw four or five strong men in plain clothes passing by. The beautiful cart that had been remodeled for 1,800 yuan,
Being smashed wildly!
A completely unimaginable scene! At that moment, Fan Jianqiang felt as if he was seeing a few gangsters instead of urban management! Soon, this beautiful cart was torn into pieces!
Fan Jianqiang looked at this scene blankly, his whole body was cold!
With a bang, the dismantled trolley was completely overturned to the ground. The crooked and deformed small wheels were turning like crazy, making a weird sound of rattling.
Fan Jianqiang's mind was filled with emptiness, and he could only think of his "father" Tian Yuqiang, who was suffering from leukemia and unable to go out to work, and his "mother" Xiong Chaoying, who was only in her early forties but looked like she was in her fifties.
In my ears, I heard what Xiong Chaoying had just said excitedly: "I'll go back and cook the rice dumplings right away, and we'll do another round of business later! The medicine your dad took was expensive..."
Fan Jianqiang has always learned about the evil deeds of urban management from his superiors or word of mouth from others, but in the past three days, he actually experienced it twice!
Fan Qiangqiang's body was trembling! It wasn't because of fear. The cart had been smashed and there was nothing to be afraid of. He was angry. He was extremely angry. Even if he was oppressed by the three ancient martial arts families, he was not so angry.
The hopes of the whole family were shattered into pieces under the brutal beating of these people!
I originally planned to improve the life of my "parents" through my own efforts and make money as soon as possible, but now, everything is gone!
Fan Jianqiang stared hard at these five thick-shouldered people. He wanted to remember them firmly and leave a deep imprint on his mind.
At this time, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind.
"Baby, it's not bad. You have a new trolley? Is the business good?"
Fan Jianqiang turned around and stared: "Gong Renbao?"
This fat man looks like a mountain of flesh, with a sinister and ruthless look on his face. He looks like this, and he could be a city manager! This man's face is enough to be labeled as a "villain" on his forehead.
"Not bad, remember me. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. You're already on my blacklist. As long as you do business in Yangcheng, someone will definitely tell me that I'm targeting you!"
"Hahaha..." Fan Jianqiang suddenly laughed, laughing non-stop, but always staring at the evil man in front of him.
"Are you going crazy?" Gong Renbao smiled disdainfully, "Are you still stupid? Do you want me to call you a car from the mental hospital?"
After Fan Jianqiang finished laughing, he stopped talking nonsense, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Cheng Yingjie's number directly.
At this time, Fan Jianqiang no longer cared about any tasks or tasks. He really couldn't swallow this tone of voice.
Fan Jianqiang’s anger level has reached full level!
"Oh, he even made a phone call! Do you want to call someone? Grandpa, I'll be waiting! If I leave, it will be a waste of time for me to come to this world! Boy, hurry up! I won't wait for you for too long!
"
A cruel smile appeared on Fan Jianqiang's lips.
The call was quickly connected, and Cheng Yingjie's voice came from there.
"Brother Xiaoqiang, have you finally called me? Has the family mission been completed?"
Fan Qiangqiang walked a little further and said: "Brother Yingjie, my name is Tian Weiye. I have Brother Xiaoqiang's phone number here. I am from his family. Before he returned to the family, he gave me his mobile phone so that I could have it."
If I have any trouble, I’ll ask you for help.”
"What?! Are you from his family? I've never heard Brother Xiaoqiang mention it!"
"Brother Yingjie, there is no need to mention it. I know everything about you and him. Brother Xiaoqiang will not hide anything from me. He treated Mr. Cheng and helped you go to Japan to save Zhou Luwang, Yang Feng and Cheng Qianyu.
Personally, help you complete the task, Yingjie
On my wedding day, I gave you a large wooden sculpture of a dragon and a phoenix. You met at the gate of Mohai Yalan Huanshe. I even know about the OM Club in Ginza, Japan. You now believe in my identity.
Is it done?"
You can find out about everything else, but Ginza OM Club... not even the core members of the Cheng family know about it!
Cheng Yingjie knew that this could not be wrong, and hurriedly said: "Is it Tian Weiye? Do you need my help?"
A smile appeared on Fan Jianqiang's face. He reported his current location and said: "I was beaten. There were six people in total, all urban management officials. One of them is Gong Renbao. They are in front of me now! Brother Yingjie
, I know you are not in Yangcheng, you call Ouyang Junxiong immediately, I want people! The more, the better! You tell Ouyang Junxiong that Brother Xiaoqiang owes him a favor! I will never give up until I say this today! "
After hanging up the phone, Fan Jianqiang's eyes became colder and colder.
In just three days, I was stepped on twice in a row!
The first time, it was treated as if they were on a mission. The second time, this time, it was clearly malicious revenge!
Fan Qiangqiang looked at the smashed trolley. It was brand new today, but it didn't even last a day before it died. A trolley, not worth much, but it carried Tian Yuqiang and Xiong.
The hope of Chaoying’s family.
Every rice dumpling leaf and every rice dumpling is made properly, reasonably and legally, without disturbing anyone, without poisoning, it is all hard work! Why! Why are these disadvantaged people at the bottom of the poor society?
The group must be treated so roughly!
This means that he has his own backing. If the person standing here today is the real Tian Weiye, the result is that he can only swallow his anger, and if he is smashed, he will be smashed, and there is no room for reasoning!
Okay, you want to play, right? I am already frustrated enough doing this collection task, I am a god! I need to vent more than you bunch of bullshit!
After a while, this non-main street behind the commercial street had been cleaned up by the urban management personnel. In the carriages of two blue Chongqing Isuzu trucks, some items confiscated by the business occupying the road were thrown.
A basin of tea eggs, an empty frying pan, two baskets of fruits, a small sack of cereals, and a freezer outside the store!
"Gong Renbao, what are you still doing standing there? You're going to the next street!" a city management official greeted loudly.
Fan Jianqiang suddenly walked out and stood in front of an urban management truck that had just started!
"Want to leave? How can it be so easy! How can I count the blood on my hand!" Fan Jianqiang shouted loudly.
Two urban management officers came over with a smile and dragged Fan Qianqiang to the roadside.
Fan Jianqiang was so weak that he couldn't break free. Seeing that a car was about to drive away, he shouted loudly: "What a bunch of bandits! If you dare, chop me to death here! Run over my body."
!”
How could those urban management officials take such a little kid seriously? Two urban management officials grabbed him, and two Chongqing Isuzus drove past slowly and proudly!
When the car turned across the street, the two urban management officials let go of him and walked away in a swagger.
With his eyes blazing, Fan Jianqiang rushed across the road, grabbed a watermelon knife from a pile of watermelons in a fruit shop opposite, and chased after the urban management officials!