Behind the old man, more than a dozen old men and women rushed into the store and started shouting to return the goods.
Before the shop assistants could comfort him, all the fruits in the store were smashed and trampled to pieces by these old men and ladies.
It's obvious that these people are here to cause trouble.
"Call the police."
Yu Xing'er looked at the fruits scattered on the ground and the smashed and dilapidated fruit shop, her eyes turned cold: "I will never admit anything that has nothing to do with our fruit shop."
With Yu Xing'er's permission, the store manager directly called the police.
When the woman who was howling on the ground saw that they were really going to call the police, she threw herself in front of the store manager and knocked away her cell phone.
"Don't try to find accomplices, you must be responsible for my mother's affairs." The woman glared at Yu Xing'er fiercely and stopped sitting on the ground to act.
The store manager was so angry that his liver ached when he saw his new mobile phone being thrown to the ground and smashed into pieces, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of person.
"You rich people just bully us poor people who have no backing. Our poor people's lives are just cheap. If you don't give us an explanation today, I will crash and die in your store."
As the woman spoke, she hit a pillar in the store.
Zhang Dagang grabbed the woman who was about to pull him away, but Yu Xinger shook her head at her.
At this time, the onlookers saw that another life was about to happen, and they all took out their mobile phones and started recording videos.
For a time, the Fuguoyuan clerk’s beating incident became a hot topic.
The whole thing got louder and louder, Zhang Dagang looked coldly at the woman running towards the pillar.
The woman didn't expect that no one would stop her, so she slowed down and winked at her husband in the crowd.
"Mom, woo woo..."
Suddenly a little boy rushed out of the crowd. The little boy ran and threw himself into the woman's arms, crying loudly.
Seeing her son suddenly running over, the woman's eyes flashed with panic, and she quickly knelt down and took him into her arms to comfort him.
Zhang Dagang glanced at the boy who ran in. The boy was wearing a shabby hat in this hot summer, and his skin was pale and sickly.
"Dad, why did you bring Xiaobao? Take him back quickly."
The woman looked at the old man in the crowd who looked worried but hesitated to come forward. She waved to him with hatred and said: "I will definitely seek justice for what happened to you."
"Mom, grandma can't eat their Fuguomei. Mom, please don't lie to me."
The little boy held the woman's hand and prayed: "Xiao Bao is dead, Xiao Bao is afraid of pain."
When the woman heard her son's words, a trace of panic flashed on her face, and she pushed her son to the old man's side: "Xiaobao has started talking nonsense. Dad, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you come and take him back."
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The old man glanced at the corpse on the ground, and finally silently took the little boy's hand and took him away forcefully.
Now, because of the little boy's words, the crowd had already exploded.
"Do you think they are here to blackmail this fruit shop?"
"It looks like it to me. You see, the body of the mother-in-law lying on the ground is stiff. If she hadn't been dead for ten hours, she wouldn't be like this."
There were divergent opinions for a while, and the woman became panicked when she heard the comments from the onlookers.
The discussion online also intensified, but police officers from the police station arrived at the store within ten minutes.
"Ms. Yu, what's going on?" A middle-aged male policeman looked at Yu Xing'er.
His wife also likes to buy fruits in this fruit shop, and the whole family likes the new Fuguomei that was sold today. Why did a murder happen in the blink of an eye?
Yu Xing'er told the whole story of the incident, and also explained to the police the fact that the death certificate was not stamped with an official seal.
The woman originally just wanted to make a scene and wanted the fruit shop owner to keep her reputation private, but she didn't expect that the fruit shop owner would be so stubborn and directly called the police for a confrontation.
"Ma'am, please show me the death notice." The policeman looked at the panicked woman and saw the clues with just one glance.
"this……"
The woman was still afraid. She held her bag tightly and moved towards the door: "If we forget about this matter, my mother might not have much to do with eating Fu Guo Mei."
Seeing that the woman turned around and was about to run away, the policeman reached out and grabbed her: "This matter has caused a stir on the Internet. Please cooperate with our investigation."
The woman was so anxious that she almost cried. She squatted on the ground in fear, losing her original strength: "A rich woman came to me and said that she wanted me to frame this fruit shop, and then she would give me five dollars."
One hundred thousand, give me all the money you blackmailed."
When the woman said this, she covered her face and began to cry: "My son has leukemia. Chemotherapy is too expensive, and there is nothing I can do."
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the old man holding the boy tremblingly stepped forward and explained to the police: "It's none of my daughter-in-law's business. I asked her to make trouble. If you want to arrest me, just arrest me."
The little boy with leukemia jumped into the woman's arms in fear and carefully wiped her tears: "Mom, don't cry, baby doesn't hurt."
The little boy was only seven or eight years old. Looking at the mother and son hugging each other, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
In the final analysis, it was all caused by poverty. If this woman had received more education, she would never have made such a mistake.
In the end, the whole family was taken to the police station, and even Yu Xing'er and Zhang Dagang were called to take notes together.
Fuguoyuan branches across the country were ordered to close, and Fuguomei was also taken for appraisal.
Myolie Yu ran back and forth between the store and the police station, looking very tired.
The yield of plum blossoms in the orchard is now at its highest. If they cannot be sold in time, they will rot on the trees.
A whole day passed, and Fuguoyuan was pushed to the forefront again and again.
In just one day, Yu Xing'er's whole body seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
"Dagang, someone above seems to be deliberately suppressing this matter. Fu Guomei in the village..."
When it came to Fuguomei, Yu Xing'er felt extremely frustrated: "If there is really no other way, just contact other fruit stores."
Yu Xing'er really couldn't figure out who she had offended for suppressing her again and again.
Most of the Internet is filled with abuses against Myolie and boycotts of Fuguoyuan.
These people don't understand anything, and they become extremely crazy once they are led astray.
Especially those keyboard warriors, those who watch the theater never take it too seriously, and they always jump out to provoke people from time to time.
Even though the police station had released the old lady's real death certificate, it was of no use to these trolls.
At this moment, a large truck swayed to a stop outside Huitian Village.
