The back door of Zhao Yuan's house is a not very wide road. There are usually very few vehicles. However, because it is a shortcut connecting two main roads in the county, the flow of people is usually quite large. There are small and large shops everywhere along the street. In addition, there are many retail merchants. .
Zhao Yuan pointed to the two men who were smoking at the corner of the street and looking left and right from time to time, and said that they must be urban management officials.
Before this store opened, Zhao Mingjiang was still a retail merchant. Like those selling New Year goods on poles, avoiding urban management became the collective consensus of the vendors on this street.
The teahouse at the intersection is often the spy for some vendors. As soon as the urban management team arrives, the phone is hurriedly called. The most reputable vendor does not even need to answer the call. He knows that the inspector is coming, and he rushes to tell everyone at the top of his lungs. After a while, The autumn wind swept away fallen leaves, the streets became much wider, and there were many more people wearing hats and carrying burdens on the road. The urban management clearly knew that these were often hawkers who had just fled after hearing the news, but there was nothing they could do about them. Even if they occasionally caught ready-made ones, they would make a fuss and make a fuss. If they couldn't catch ready-made ones, they would just give them a few warnings. , they will all be like the enemy that has blocked your way of life, and they are eager to attack in groups.
After a long time, the urban management of this street turned a blind eye. As long as the road was not severely blocked, everything was fine. Zhao Yuan has a very close relationship with his neighbors. Every time he knows about it in advance, he closes the stall, goes in, closes the back door, and draws the curtain at the back door without anyone noticing. In recent years, he has not been discovered even once. Later, when conditions improved, he applied for a business license, renovated the back door, and opened a shop. Zhao Yuan often helped the vendors look out.
Zhao Yuan told this to Lin Wenxi calmly, and Lin Wenxi frowned slightly.
Zhao Yuan smiled and said: "Do you think I am a small citizen?"
Lin Wenxi said without hesitation: "Yes."
Zhao Yuan was made to laugh and cry by Lin Wenxi's serious appearance, and said: "That's what the so-called market is, otherwise this street would be less lively."
Lin Wenxi said righteously: "Then if everyone is like this, the streets will be blocked."
Zhao Yuan had no intention of arguing with Lin Wenxi about such ideals and reality. He had experienced the hardships of life for a long time. As long as he did not break the law, did not violate his heart, and did not violate morality, he would always focus on money. However, looking at Lin Wenxi's appearance as a moral defender, I felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "Is there someone in your family who is an official? He has learned a bit of official accent."
Lin Wenxi looked a little nervous and answered honestly: "Yes, do you hate officials?"
Zhao Yuan said: "Yes." Zhao Yuan only remembered his father vaguely saying that the reason why his tallest building plan failed was because although the final document of the bidding was released, due to policy changes, it was stuck with a newly appointed official. There, there has been no devolution for a long time. At that time, through connections, we prepared all the construction permits and other documents in advance, and built a large frame for the building. In the end, the construction could not be carried out, resulting in a huge loss, which ultimately completely changed the life of the family.
Therefore, Zhao Yuan is somewhat biased towards the word "official". If it were someone else, Zhao Yuan would have given a smooth answer, but he had just been defeated by Lin Wenxi, so he was a little unhappy, and somehow felt that he couldn't say anything against his will in front of Lin Wenxi.
Zhao Yuan saw the disappointment flashing in Lin Wenxi's eyes, smiled and pointed at a bunch of fireworks and asked, "How much do you think this will cost?"
Lin Wenxi's attention was immediately diverted. When he saw the exquisite fireworks, he reached out and couldn't help but touch them a few times: "It should cost about ten yuan."
Zhao Yuan chuckled and said, "It's up to you, I sold it for ten yuan." Then Lin Wenxi knew that the purchase price of those ten yuan per box of cannon was only more than two yuan, and couldn't help calling Zhao Yuan a black-hearted businessman.
Lin Wenxi originally heard children setting off firecrackers in the street and was disgusted because he was afraid of the noise. After a while, whenever the children called him "brother", he became very happy. He simply took some firecrackers to a nearby open space and distributed them to the children to play with. As a result, friends in the streets and alleys spread the word, and soon there were dozens of children clamoring for Lin Wenxi to send firecrackers, and there were still children willing to buy them.
Lin Wenxi thought that the purchase price was cheap anyway, so it didn't matter. She was still calculating the quantity in her mind, but in the end she just didn't care about anything and had a lot of fun.
Zhao Yuan looked at the increasingly empty children's cannon basket, looked not far away, smiled and sighed, while still asking the children to send over all the goods that were most important to him. There is a way to live with more money, and there is a way to live with less money. The most important thing is to be happy, at least for this guy in front of you.
A child came over with tears in his eyes and pulled Lin Wenxi, saying that his grandfather had been bullied. He pointed at the noisy area and sobbed. Lin Wenxi remembered that this was the child who gave him crab apples yesterday. He rushed into the crowd and saw two men wearing clothes. The staff wearing the assistant armband worked together to lift a wooden cart and were about to push it under the bridge. On the wooden cart was a cart of apples.
When the cart tilted and vibrated, a lot of apples fell down, with words printed on them, such as: Fu, Lu, Shun, Cai, etc. The old man selling apples by the bridge was already crying inconsolably, but he was stopped by the two stewards. Backhand catch.
Several neighbors tried to help collect the fruits that fell on the ground, but they were scolded by Hengmei and retreated. Only a few ignorant children climbed into the crowd, grabbed a few apples and ate them while running.
The whole cart of apples was about to be pushed off the bridge, and the old man's hopes for this year were almost in vain. Lin Wenxi couldn't bear to see it, and shouted angrily: "Who gave you such courage?"
Several urban management officers were a little timid when they heard that someone was troublesome. They were confused when they heard the slightly official words. They saw that the person who frightened them was actually a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Their pride was causing trouble and they couldn't help but scolded: "Little boy" Damn it, you don’t want to live anymore, don’t you?”
Lin Wenxi was furious and roared: "Who on earth doesn't want to live in broad daylight bullying an old man like this? Do you have any conscience?"
The person pushing the old man's car was a temporary staff member named Yang Anbang. He was usually a gangster on the streets. During the New Year, he was temporarily entrusted with the police station. His connections at the police station got mixed up. He actually became like a fish in water in the urban management team, and no one noticed. Lin Wenxi's roar undoubtedly destroyed his authority. He immediately overturned the car, stepped on the apples rolling on the ground, rushed to Lin Wenxi and grabbed his collar: "If you don't want to die, get out of here."
Lin Wenxi was unafraid, pushed Yang Anbang away, and shouted loudly: "Pay up!" Then his eyesight went dark, and there was a whining sound in his ears like a flute, and his face was burning. He knew he had been beaten, and again I didn't know where to fight back. The moment my eyes darkened, I heard laughter in my ears, followed by wailing.
Zhao Yuan walked back to the store and found that Lin Wenxi was missing. He vaguely heard Lin Wenxi's roar and hurried over, just in time to see Lin Wenxi being slapped hard by the boss. How could he bear it for a moment? His anger was as high as a volcano erupting, and he pushed away the crowd. Rushed in. He saw with his own eyes that Lin Wenxi was kicked again, and he was filled with hatred and sorrow. He first kicked Yang Anbang until he staggered. When other urban management officers saw their brother being beaten, and relying on their strength due to their numbers, they swarmed up, surrounded Zhao Yuan and started beating him.
Zhao Yuan used his bow left and right, punched and kicked, with great strength and skill. Several people were beaten with bare hands without getting close enough, and were beaten until they were wailing on the ground and unable to move. Seeing that the trouble was getting serious, Zhao Yuan did not dare to stay longer. He grabbed Lin Wenxi and ran away, but it was already too late. He faced several policemen in black uniforms with bright black batons in their hands. Behind them, there was a mass of people who showed no resistance. Capable city managers. Zhao Yuan did not run away as usual, but held Lin Wenxi's hand tightly.
The people on the roadside complained about the two people. The police who came were just patrolling nearby. When they saw this incident, they heard and recorded some testimonies for official reasons, and brought both parties into the police car.
Zhao Yuan kept asking Lin Wenxi to go to the hospital for forensic identification first. When they arrived at the Public Security Bureau, a doctor came and gave Lin Wenxi some painkillers, and then the two of them were questioned separately.
Zhao Yuan's phone was confiscated and he couldn't contact any reliable brothers, so he cooperated to explain the matter, gave a few hints about the work, contacted the connections, and released him in the evening. Most of the urban management officials were afraid of being beaten, so they were just pretending. on the ground. Only Yang Anbang suffered some skin trauma, which was not serious. However, as the instigator, he also had the most evidence from the public, so Zhao Yuan had even more reasons to be released.
He got the phone and immediately contacted Lin Wenxi, but found no one answered. After detailed inquiries, he found out that Lin Wenxi had not been released at all.
Zhao Yuan said all his good words and stated that Lin Wenxi was underage and could not be detained. However, strangely, the policeman who originally treated him quite well, after walking in twice, kicked Zhao Yuan out of the police station impatiently.