Lu Qingyang said again with certainty: "Yes, all of them."

"My dear little brother, you have a good eye! You know what's good! Order it right now! Order it right now!"

The eldest sister counted the items very quickly, fearing that the big customer who fell would run away.

As she ordered, she couldn't help but chattering, "Little brother, you are in big business, right? You can tell at a glance that you are something special! These basic styles look simple, but they are very practical to wear! If you trust me, I'll be sure they will sell well! The colors are refreshing, the material is soft, and they are worn by men, women, young and old..."

In fact, Lu Qingyang knew that the quality of these cheap clothes would definitely not be very good.

But he just wanted a style, so it didn't matter.

Just as the eldest sister deftly stuffed the last few off-white T-shirts into the large woven bag, the little boy who had been squatting quietly beside her finally broke into a shy smile when he saw his mother's unprecedented excitement.

He probably thought that it was these two uncles who made his mother so happy.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then reached into a small patched pocket on the side of his trousers, fumbled for a while, and then carefully took out two fruit candies wrapped in transparent cellophane.

The candy wrapper was a little wrinkled, obviously it had been collected for a long time.

He mustered up his courage, walked up to Lu Qingyang, stood on tiptoe, and handed the candy to him: "Uncle, thank you for buying my clothes... This candy is for you, it's very sweet."

His clear eyes were full of sincerity, which was probably the most precious thing he could offer to express his gratitude.

He did not take the candy immediately, but squatted down to make himself and the little boy look at each other: "Thank you, little friend, but you should keep this precious thing for yourself and eat it slowly. Uncle is an adult."

"Uncle, eat it, it's sweet! Mom said that eating sweet things makes you happy!"

Seeing the child's innocent persistence, he thought about it and did not refuse again. Instead, he took the candy from her and solemnly put it into the chest pocket of her shirt. He also patted her gently and said, "Okay, uncle will take it. Thank you. I will keep this candy well."

When the little boy saw that he accepted it, he immediately smiled happily, revealing a gap in his mouth.

At this time, Zhou Fanghao came over carrying two huge woven bags.

"Qingyang, we bought too many things to take back."

Lu Qingyang took one of them and said, "I'll find a way to send it back. Don't worry."

In fact, he had already thought of it. While Zhou Fang was not paying attention, he stuffed it into the space and took it back.

He took out a bag of snacks and gave it directly to the little boy, "In return for the candies you gave me, these snacks are for you to eat."

The little boy held the oil paper that still exuded a faint fragrance, and his eyes opened wide instantly.

The exquisite beauty of this dessert was in stark contrast to the wrinkled fruit candy in his pocket. He had never seen anything like it before.

He looked up at his mother, then at Lu Qingyang, his little face full of surprise and helplessness.

The eldest sister finally reacted and quickly waved her hand, her voice changing into an anxious tone:

"Oh, no, no, little brother, this candy is worth a penny. Your snack is too expensive. The child doesn't want it. Take it back now!"

She reached out to take the snack from her son's arms and return it to Lu Qingyang.

Lu Qingyang had already taken big strides and left, carrying the heavy bag.

Just as they passed by the stall owner with the bad attitude, the stall owner stretched his neck and his eyes almost popped out.

He watched two woven bags that were obviously filled with clothes walk by.

Especially when the mouth of the woven bag in Zhou Fang's pocket was not tied tightly, revealing a corner of the taro purple sweater with excellent drape that he had also had in his stall, he felt a surge of evil fire rushing to his soul!

That pile of clothes, that should have been his business, and those bulging bags, made him regretful to death just looking at them.

Two poor guys actually bought so many clothes.

"You bastard! Why don't you go and reincarnate so quickly?! You have a few bucks so you shouldn't show them off?! You buy so many tattered clothes and act like a tycoon? You're just eating shit! Let's see when you'll be a bastard! Pah!"

(Asshole! Are you walking so fast to be reincarnated? Can’t afford a little money? Buy so many tattered clothes to pretend to be rich? Go eat shit! Let’s see when you will be unlucky! Bah!)

Dirty words are particularly harsh in a noisy environment.

"What's wrong with this guy? When we went to buy it, he was rude and drove us away. Now we're buying someone else's, and he's acting like this again?"

"You're too foul-mouthed. You should be taught a lesson."

Relying on words and momentum does not always solve problems, especially when dealing with local tyrants who bully the weak and fear the strong and spew shit all over the place.

He needed a "lesson" that was more direct and would leave a deeper impression on such people.

Lu Qingyang asked Zhou Fang to go back first while he went to buy some snacks.

After Zhou Fang left, he quickly locked onto his target - two young men smoking next to a telephone pole on the street corner.

They wore fancy and cheap shirts with open collars, revealing vague tattoos on their necks or arms. Their hair was combed slickly, and their eyes had a kind of idle ferocity and alertness. They were typical street gangsters.

This kind of person dares to do anything for money.

Lu Qingyang straightened his collar and walked straight towards them.

The two young men had long noticed that this mainlander, whose temperament was somewhat out of tune with the surrounding environment, was a bit out of tune with the mainlander.

Seeing him coming, the two exchanged a casual and slightly contemptuous look. One of them, holding a cigarette, asked lazily: "Hey, Yankee, what are you looking at?"

Lu Qingyang stood in front of them, without any nonsense, and directly put his hand into his trouser pocket.

This action instantly alerted the two confused guys. They stood up straight and their eyes became dangerous.

"Help me teach a lesson to this guy. He's the one selling clothes in the third stall on the east side. He's the man with the foul mouth. This money belongs to you."

"Okay! Don't worry, boss!"

The leader reacted very quickly, patting his chest immediately with a flattering smile on his face, "Are you satisfied? Your 'Beng Ruqiang' knows how to do things! I guarantee that when he sees you next time, he won't even dare to fart!"

The other one also nodded repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the money in Lu Qingyang's pocket.

Lu Qingyang did not give them the money immediately.

"Half as a deposit, and the other half after the deal is done."

After saying that, he handed over five Hong Kong dollars.

For the stall owner with a dirty mouth, today is a very unlucky day.

Not only did he lose a business, but he was also severely taught a lesson by two gangsters and lost two doors.

After Lu Qingyang finished all this, he went to buy a box of egg tarts, and then walked slowly to the hotel.

Although the gangsters here are fierce, they are trustworthy.

Zhou Fang has been resting in the hotel for a while.

As soon as Lu Qingyang came back, he asked him to come over to eat egg tarts: "Try it, I heard that the egg tarts here are delicious."

While eating egg tarts, Zhou Fang said, "You really went to buy snacks. Just now, Secretary Lu came over and told us to go to hot pot with the team leader in the evening. We will have a meal together and leave tomorrow after the discussion. But what is this hot pot for?"

"Just eat hot pot, a lighter hot pot."

"Is the mutton hotpot in Beijing more delicious?"

Lu Qingyang smiled and said, "Then why don't you try it and see for yourself?"