At night, Feng Sizhe did not wear a suit and tie like he did during the day. Instead, he was dressed in casual clothes. He looked like a passerby. No one would have thought that this person was the second-largest figure in the Capital Province.
The leader of a province.
Accompanied by Yin Fenglei, Zhang Yang and others, Feng Sizhe walked towards the night market. Of course, Li Shuang did not follow him. He had his own task, which was to look at the car. And he also knew that he would not go there and follow the boss.
, Chen Hu will go here. Relatively speaking, in terms of his own abilities, Chen Hu is better at protecting people than him.
It can be said that the night market is a mixed bag, with everything going on. There are stalls selling small things, gadgets, clocks, toys, and food. It is precisely because of its wide range that it can attract people.
More people come here.
As he walked forward, from time to time, Feng Sizhe would stop in front of some stalls, ask about the prices of some items, and chat with the stall owners, showing his image as a provincial governor who is friendly to the people.
After a while, Feng Sizhe walked to an old man's stall. This old man was selling some books.
I saw that the elder was over seventy years old. He had very little hair on his head, and the few hairs he had had turned white. It was clear that the old man had gone through a lot of vicissitudes.
When walking in front of this stall, Feng Sizhe stopped again because he was very curious. Although the books sold in front of this stall were indeed very mixed, including middle school textbooks, high school textbooks, and some other impurities that he couldn't name.
, there are even famous works such as The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
"Uncle, how do you sell these books?" Feng Sizhe came to the stall and squatted down.
Seeing that there were customers, the old man became more energetic. "You can give it as you see fit. The thicker book is ten yuan, and the thinner one is five yuan. For the thinnest book, you can give two yuan, or one yuan."
all right."
Hearing that it was being sold so cheaply, Feng Sizhe picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms out of curiosity and asked, "Is this book only ten yuan? Isn't it too cheap?" The reason for saying this is that
It was because Feng Sizhe saw that it was a hardcover book, and it probably cost several hundred yuan when he bought it.
"Hey, whatever is expensive or cheap, just pay for it. Otherwise, it would be useless to keep it at home. It would be a pity to burn it. If you sell it to a rag collector, you won't be able to get the money back." The old man said very honestly.
With.
Listening to what the old man said, Feng Sizhe's curiosity was aroused, "Uncle, where did you get these books from? Don't you know the prices of these books?"
"Hey, these books were used by my two grandsons when they were in school. They are now studying in college outside. I thought that these books were of no use anymore, so I thought about selling them. At least they can be used to make money to supplement their education.
Just for household use." This old man was also serious, and he really answered whatever he asked.
Hearing that he was selling books to support his family, Feng Sizhe took a closer look at the old man and saw that he was wearing some yellowish green military trousers and a white shirt. However, because he was too old, the white
The luster of her hair has long since faded, especially around her neck, which has become threadbare.
Judging from his clothes, the old man's living situation should not be too much. But judging from his age, he should be retired. Didn't the country give him a pension? So Feng Sizhe continued to ask, "Uncle, are you retired?"
No salary?”
Maybe it was because there were too few people attending business, so he finally found someone to talk to, and the old man was willing to talk more. Faced with the questions raised by Feng Sizhe, he took the trouble to answer, "Haha, I retired, and my salary is also a little.
It's more than a thousand, but my two grandsons have to go to college, and the child's father passed away early, so the money is always not enough."
After hearing what the old man said, Feng Sizhe finally understood. It turned out that the old man had no choice but to take this step. However, no matter how you put it, it was self-reliance and there was no shame in it.
After understanding the situation, Feng Sizhe changed from squatting to standing up. He wanted to understand some other issues. But when he stood up, the old man saw that the guest was about to leave, and he was obviously a little anxious, "Don't you
Do you want to buy a copy? Just pick one. If it doesn’t work, you can give me one yuan.”
Hearing what the old man said, Feng Sizhe lowered his head again, picked up the hardcover copy of Three Kingdoms Performance, then stretched out his hand, and Yin Fenglei handed over one hundred yuan.
Feng Shaogui is the governor of a province, but he really doesn't have the habit of bringing money with him when he goes out. He put the one hundred yuan into the old man's hand and said, "Uncle, this is book money."
"Oh, there are too many, I'm looking for you." When he saw it was a red ticket, the old man said hurriedly.
"Haha, no need. Speaking of which, this book cost more than this. I also made a lot of money." Feng Sizhe said with a smile. Yes, the new book is more expensive than this, but it is of no use to him to get it. The four famous books
He already has more than one set of hardcover books at home.
Hearing what Feng Sizhe said, the old man just finished, but he still didn't forget to say, "Give too much, give too much..."
Feng Sizhe stood up once. To him, this was just a small episode. He wanted to continue moving forward to see what other tricks there were.
But as soon as Feng Sizhe stood up on this side, he rushed past several people on the other side. The boy who ran to the front stretched out his hand and snatched the one hundred yuan that had not yet arrived and put it in the uncle's pocket. "Old man
, this money will be treated as tax?"
This scene happened very quickly, and Feng Sizhe had just realized that the money had already been taken away by someone else. Facing this sudden scene, Feng Sizhe was very curious, because he looked at the other person's clothes, and
It's not like the industrial and commercial tax officials.
However, the old man reacted quickly. When he saw that the money was gone, he immediately stood up from his pony and said, "What are you doing? I am a disabled soldier, and the country where I set up a stall has said that I will not collect taxes."
It was only then that Feng Sizhe noticed that the old man's feet were a little lame. Looking at the old army pants on the old man, he began to believe that the old man was not lying.
"That means the government doesn't collect taxes, but here we don't have such a saying. Don't say you are a disabled soldier. Even if you are a hero of the country, it will not work." The young man who robbed the money said confidently.
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As soon as he heard someone say such words, Feng Sizhe's face immediately showed displeasure, but he did not say anything immediately because he had already seen that there were more than one or two people behind the young man.
Five or six people came over. They should be in a group. Let's wait and see how the situation develops. If these people are really detrimental to the old man, then Young Master Feng will definitely take action.
"You say p." When the old man heard what the young man said, he immediately got angry and hit the other person with the crutch beside him. "The country has said that I am tax-free, what else do you charge?
Tax?"
The young man didn't expect that the old man was hitting him at will, and he was hit unexpectedly. This made him angry. He immediately wanted to punch forward, but a middle-aged man walked out from behind him.
He stretched out his hand to stop the young man and glared at him.
It was obvious that this middle-aged man was still very authoritative. When he was glared at, the young man immediately lost his temper and stopped talking.
After stopping the young man, the middle-aged man chuckled and walked forward a little, "Mr. Li, I know you are a disabled soldier and the country does not collect taxes from you, but we brothers also need to maintain law and order in the night market every day.
You need to eat and wear clothes, which are all money. You see that other stall owners pay monthly, don’t you think about it too? I don’t think I need to remind you, you have already set up a stall here.
It's been several months, but just giving us brothers ten yuan is too little, huh? Okay, I think we will follow this standard from now on. I will charge you one hundred yuan a month. What do you think?
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Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the old man's face immediately became anxious, "Liang Wuzi, you know who I am, and yet you dare to say this, are you ignorant of your conscience? This is built for us by the party and the government.
At the night market, even the state doesn’t take my money, so why should you? Why do you have the nerve to say anything about maintaining law and order? Why do you use my little bookstall to maintain it?”
Obviously, the old man knew this middle-aged man, and he called out the other person's name as soon as he spoke. Moreover, his question was also very real. After listening to this question, Feng Sizhe also wanted to see what the other party was going to do.
This is how to answer.
Facing Mr. Li's questioning, the so-called Fifth Master Liang did not feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he answered loudly, "What do you think we are defending? Don't you know that peers are enemies? You go around
Take a look, there are so many businesses here, and many industries overlap. Think about it, without the maintenance of people like us, how could the public security here be good?
A little bit of profit will lead to a fight. If this happens, won't it affect other people who set up stalls here, and at the same time, I will also suffer serious economic losses."
Speaking of fallacies, this Mr. Liang had a lot of tricks. And taking this opportunity, Feng Sizhe also heard other people setting up stalls in the night market saying that it turned out that this Mr. Liang was responsible for public security in the night market.
, usually lead a group of brothers to manage the underground order here, and their main source of income is to collect security protection fees. They also threatened that as long as those who pay the fees, their personal safety will be guaranteed, but if they do not pay,
If so, it would be hard to say. Some stall owners even said that basically every month there would be several serious incidents of injury due to failure to pay fees in time.
It's just because Mr. Liang Wu has a large number of people, and he has a good relationship with the local police station. I heard that he also has some connections with the police, and it seems that he is also related to Bai's Real Estate, the boss of the real estate industry in Capital City, so even though everyone has a heart.
If you are not willing to give in, consider your own strength. No one dares to provoke these people.