The taxi drove through the streets and alleys of Qingzhou. The sky, which was clear just now, was covered with dark clouds. It was about to snow for the third time this winter. Wen Liang retracted his head and sighed, "They say that June is like a child's face. Qingzhou has started to change unpredictably in February. Is this precocious..."
Ning Xiaoning was wearing thin clothes, and even though she was sitting in the car, she still felt her palms were cold. She lowered her head, did not speak to Wen Liang, and put her hands to her mouth and blew gently, which made her look cute in a special way.
Wen Liang smiled awkwardly and made up his mind that it would be best to stay away from her. These few days every month for girls are really annoying, and their tempers have almost become as bad as the weather.
In this way, we wandered around half of Qingzhou in silence. When passing by Xinhua Bookstore, a huge banner hung outside the second floor attracted Wen Liang's attention: "China Can Say No" has arrived in large quantities today. There is sufficient stock, and readers are welcome to buy it.
In today's market economy, hanging banners for publicity is no longer uncommon, but it is the first time in Qingzhou that Xinhua Bookstore is selling a book in such a big way - they have a stable job and a fixed salary, so they don't care about your books, so the people are very respectful. The door of the bookstore is tightly surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside. Through the glass door, you can see people crowded inside, obviously rushing to buy books.
Of course, it doesn't mean that people in Qingzhou really love reading. Buying books is not like buying vegetables. After all, the target audience is small. It's just that the surge in purchases has caused a nationwide shortage, and Qingzhou is no exception. Many people come to inquire every day, but the books are out of stock every day, so many potential customers flocked here today, and the scene was comparable to Andy Lau's concert in Qingzhou.
"Master, stop!"
The taxi stopped immediately, Wen Liang rolled down the window, and frowned at the banner above the bookstore. He had been busy with Qingzhou's affairs during this period, and had paid less attention to Beijing, but Fan Bo's deep respect for him made him dare not slack off. At first, he called Wen Liang almost twice a day, but later he was reprimanded and changed the number of calls to once every two days. Therefore, although Wen Liang was in Qingzhou, his control over the overall situation had not diminished in the slightest.
Just the day before yesterday, Fan Bo was still complaining that the publishing house and the printing factory were lagging behind, and that the production line could not meet the national demand even if it was running day and night, resulting in the sales volume failing to achieve the goal of doubling every five days. Wen Liang laughed and scolded him at the time, but how come in just two days, Qingzhou, a second- or third-tier city in China, which is not even a key supply location for Phoenix Bird, dared to claim that it had sufficient supply
"Are you going to leave or not? If you want to get off, get off quickly. What are you waiting for?"
The taxi driver had a bad temper, and this one wasn't the only one. Wen Liang didn't bother to argue with him, so he pushed the door open and got out of the car. He smiled at Ning Xiaoning and said, "Coach, you go to work. I'm going to the bookstore to buy a book. I'm getting off here."
I closed the door and took two steps when I heard another bang behind me. I turned around and found Ning Xiaoning following me down. She walked to my side expressionlessly and said, "I'm going to buy books too!"
Wen Liang saw that she was shivering from the cold, smiled slightly and said, "Come together!"
A pretty young woman was standing at the door of the bookstore, holding a small loudspeaker and trying hard to maintain order. Firstly, there were too many people today. There were about a hundred people in the store and at least two hundred more outside the store. The Xinhua Bookstore was not large and there was no way to accommodate so many people at the same time. Secondly, Chinese people have the habit of joining in the fun, and places with a lot of people will only get more and more people. After only a short while, the crowd had expanded again. Thirdly, I have been in Qingzhou for many years and I have never heard of queuing to buy books, not to mention that there is sufficient supply, who knows if there will be any later
So almost no one lined up honestly, and everyone was pushing forward. The young woman stood on a small bench at the door, raised her loudspeaker and said loudly: "People waiting outside, please line up. There are too many people inside now. I will let a few in as they come out. Don't push, take your time."
The young woman's voice was soft and pleasant, with an alluring sweetness, and combined with the content of her words, it made people imagine. However, this varies from person to person. A gentleman would definitely sound fine - a gentleman would listen to Teacher Cang's voice as Buddhist chanting. The key is that not everyone in this crowd today is a gentleman, especially the ruffians in Qingzhou who love to gather in groups, just like a dog eating shit. Wherever there are many people, he will come to smell the smell, steal chickens and dogs, and cause trouble. If you pass by, you will definitely not miss it.
Wen Liang and Ning Xiaoning were standing at the outermost. If he was alone, he could have squeezed in. But since he brought Ning Xiaoning with him, he couldn't let a girl rub against this group of grown men. As an aside, Uncle Wen hasn't even had one, so how could he let you big men like him get in
Hearing the young woman's words, Wen Liang burst out laughing. He was certainly not a gentleman. As far as his thoughts were concerned, as a person who had been deeply influenced by the love action movies of later generations, all the people present might not be as evil as him. But this kind of evil was superficial and false, completely different from the seven or eight people next to Wen Liang who were dressed in shabby clothes and cracking melon seeds in their mouths.
As soon as they heard what the young woman said, they immediately started to moan and groan as if they had taken aphrodisiacs. One of the curly-haired girls shouted, "Sister, you are so kind. You know how hard it is for the brothers to hold back. No problem, just wait a minute. I won't squeeze with them!"
This was too explicit, and because it was too explicit, the young woman did not think about it and said, "Thank you, little brother. We should all learn from him and line up one by one..."
This really caused a big commotion. Some people who understood shook their heads while others laughed. The young woman didn't understand what was going on. She stood on the small stool with a confused look on her face. It must be said that her fair skin, delicate eyebrows, and plump figure under the cotton coat could really make many people drool.
The companion next to Curly Hair shouted, "Sister, he's not in a hurry, but someone else is. Please let me in, there are already so many people in there, one more won't make a difference, we can squeeze together and keep warm..."
The young woman vaguely understood something, but she had never experienced such a thing before, and she didn't know how to react for a moment. She just stood there stupidly, motionless.
As the saying goes, good people are often bullied. Seeing that the young woman was being teased by the two brothers and didn't say anything, the other short guy couldn't help it and shouted, "More people means more fun, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, let's go together. We are all family. It's more polite to queue up."
"Ban Ya, you are such a loser, you are killing people together, and you are also picking up girls together, will you die if you fight alone
"Brother Ya can't die. If he has to die, it can only be at the hands of a woman, hahaha..."
Seven or eight young men were talking to each other and flirting with the beautiful young woman in broad daylight. However, not many people dared to agree with them this time. At most, they just fantasized about it in their hearts to satisfy their desire and then left it at that.
You have to know that this was 1996, and only young men in society dared to openly molest women. Most people here came to buy books. They were willing to spend dozens of dollars to buy books at a time when the salary was only three or four hundred yuan. Even if they were not educated people, they at least had some sense of shame and would not be so despicable.
The young woman's face flushed, her body trembling with anger, she pointed at Wen Liang and said, "You...you are shameless and vulgar!"
The crowd turned around in the direction the young woman pointed. The young men loved this moment of being the center of attention the most, but Wen Liang and Ning Xiaoning came here for no reason and also became the focus of everyone.
He had a dark look on his face and pulled Ning Xiaoning's hand to the side. Ning Xiaoning's body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head without saying anything.
Curly-haired glanced at Wen Liang and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, little brother. We'll eat meat later and give you some soup."
Wen Liang knew that this bunch of young men were only trying to take advantage of the young woman verbally, and would never dare to physically touch her in broad daylight. But even so, he still felt disgusted, so he smiled coldly and said nothing.
Perhaps because Wen Ning and the other man were not dressed like ordinary people, Curly Hair did not say much. He led his brothers through the crowd and walked in front of the young woman, grinning obscenely, "Who do you say is obscene and shameless? Did I touch you, touch you, or take off my pants and fuck you?"
The young woman was frightened at this moment. Her legs went weak and she couldn't stand steadily. She staggered and fell off the stool, just in time to be held in the arms of Curly.
Curly laughed: "Everyone, look carefully, she rushed over to me, I didn't move a finger, don't wrongly accuse a good person..."
As he said this, he pinched the young woman's raised buttocks, then put it to his nose and sniffed it in an obscene manner. It was so obscene and vulgar that it was beyond words.
The young woman screamed as if she was stung by a scorpion, and pushed Curly away with all her strength. She turned around and tried to escape, but her wrist tightened and hurt, and Curly held her back.
Curly's face turned cold, and he said viciously: "I'm helping you out of kindness, and you dare to hit me?"
The young woman was so weak that if she hadn't been leaning against the door, she would have collapsed to the ground. She trembled and said, "I... How could I hit you?"
"You punched me in the chest just now, and you say you didn't? Brothers, tell me, did she hit me?" He was referring to the time when the young woman pushed him away, which was extremely shameless.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Brother Mao has a heart disease, and you almost made him suffer a relapse. How are you going to compensate me?"
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The young woman looked helplessly at the crowd around her, but among the hundreds of people inside and outside the store, no one dared to speak. They watched helplessly as the young men bullied women in the street. If this scene were posted on the Internet in future, it would become a shame for Qingzhou for decades!
Wen Liang frowned slightly. Logically speaking, those who could work in Xinhua Bookstore were considered to be government officials, and were not comparable to ordinary people on the street who had no organization or backing. Even if Curly was not afraid of trouble, he could just take advantage of them with his mouth. There was no need to make a fuss about it.
To put it bluntly, a scoundrel is still a scoundrel after all. If things get out of hand and the police get involved, they will be detained for a few days. Although scoundrels are leisurely, they are not idiots. It is okay to have fun, but it is not worth it to end up in the police station.
Since it's not worth it, why be so arrogant
Wen Liang stroked the non-existent beard on his chin, looking calm and composed. Ning Xiaoning couldn't help asking, "You're just going to watch like this?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "She is not fighting alone. She is an employee of Xinhua Bookstore. Why does she need us to help her? Besides, there are obviously other employees in the store, and some people have noticed the disturbance here, but no one came out to help and say a word. Don't you think it's strange? Besides, there are so many people here today that I feel a little cold. There are many fierce old women in Xinhua Bookstore. Any one of them would be enough to shock the crowd. Why did they choose such a delicate sister?"
"She is so beautiful, it is normal for her to be excluded by a group of old women. Maybe they are even proud of her embarrassment. Who is willing to help her out?"
Is this what the beauties agree on? Wen Liang didn't have the courage to ask this question, but he had the courage to stick to his own opinion and said, "Let's see. In broad daylight, in front of hundreds of people, these ruffians don't dare to do anything wrong."
Ning Xiaoning stared at Wen Liang and asked seriously, "What is nonsense?"
Under the clear eyes of the girl, Wen Liang suddenly felt ashamed. Yes, does it mean that she must be stripped naked to be called a fool? A woman with a reputation is the most important thing. Being harassed in public by Juanmao and others, not to mention the grief and anger in her heart, even the strange looks and gossips behind her back from her colleagues can drive a woman crazy...
Wen Liang sighed, took out his cell phone and said, "Call the police!"
"It's too late..."
As soon as Ning Xiaoning finished speaking, a young man took out a half-foot long steel pipe from somewhere and smashed the glass door to pieces with a bang!
The other man kicked the door open, and Curly-haired pulled the young woman inside. Before she could even take a step, she tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground. Curly-haired ignored her and let the young woman struggle to expose her white and tender skin around her waist and abdomen. He dragged her into the store and laughed, "What a bunch of idiots, spending money on genuine books to buy pirated books, and fighting over them like they were eating shit. It turns out that Qingzhou is full of idiots like this!"
People inside and outside the store looked at each other in bewilderment. This guy's accent sounded just like that of a Qingzhou native. Wasn't he insulting himself
What was even more surprising was what Juanmao meant by pirated books. Did Xinhua Bookstore also sell pirated books? Many people who had already received the books began to wonder, and those who were still waiting in line were even more cautious. The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.
Ning Xiaoning's eyes were fixed on the right hand of Curly Hair that was holding the young woman's hand. She was extremely serious and focused, as if she wanted to embroider a flower on the back of her hand with her eyes.
Curly's words "pirated" and "Qingzhou" made Wen Liang's brows relax, and he immediately had an idea in his mind, and asked: "Do you dislike that hand?"
Ning Xiaoning nodded heavily. Wen Liang turned his head and looked around. There were several people standing on the opposite street, paying close attention to what was happening here. He chuckled and said, "As you wish!"
Just as Wen Liang took a step forward, Ning Xiaoning grabbed his hand. The worry in her eyes was clearly visible. She said anxiously, "Don't go. Why are you pretending to be a hero alone..."
Curly was laughing wildly and ordering his men to start smashing the store crazily. Wenliang's eyes were slightly focused, like a knife tempered by ice and snow, sharp and ruthless!
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