The stall owners were already ready to fight, and if this family responded in kind, they would have a perfect excuse.
They were all women and teenagers, but they weren't afraid.
But the girl remained calm and her words made sense. They knew they couldn't compete with the newcomers and were resentful. They wanted to drive them away, but they couldn't act rashly without a good trigger.
"What explanation do you have?" the burly man asked in a rude tone.
"Everyone will know tomorrow. We'll go home and discuss it properly, and try to come up with a solution that neither side can object to."
Qiao Yunni knew that Qiao Lian'er already had a solution, so she said to these people kindly, "Harmony brings wealth. We are all in the snack business. Being calm and peaceful is the way to make a living. Otherwise, what kind of image would it be if customers saw us arguing here?"
Qiao Dameng crossed his arms, and a thought flashed through his mind. He guessed that Qiao Lian'er wanted to avoid today for the time being.
Seeing how well their business was doing, the stall owners couldn't accept it and tacitly gathered together to make a scene. No matter how good the Qiao family members were at fighting, they couldn't defeat so many people.
Therefore, on the first day, it's best to escape.
He clasped his fists and said, "Dear uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, our family is poor, and it's rare for us to earn so much money at once. We are very grateful to everyone for your understanding. We hope that everyone will have abundant wealth!"
In his heart, he was cursing: "Those old bastards! They can't compete with us in business, so they resort to exclusion and suppression. They're utterly despicable and shameless."
“Okay, then we’ll wait for your solution. I can point you in two directions: either tell us where the goods come from so we can contact the suppliers overseas, or you can share a portion of the money you make each day with us, then we won’t hold it against you,” another old lady said.
That's wishful thinking! The Qiao family members all wanted to beat someone up, but they couldn't fight so many people, so they could only flee in disarray tomorrow.
They could only try their best to keep their emotions in check.
Qiao Lian'er assured, "My method is better than what the old lady said."
The old woman's eyes lit up, wondering what benefits she would receive tomorrow.
The Qiao family continued packing their things, and the stall owners finally didn't stop them. They all had high hopes for tomorrow.
"This is outrageous! They're just jealous of how much money we make, so they don't want us to do this business. What kind of logic is that?" Da Meng snorted.
“That’s right, we have all the legal permits, our products are delicious, and customers love buying from us. So what? You want us to quit? No way,” Zizi said.
With everything mostly packed, Qiao Lian'er waved to A Da in the distance.
Ah Da pulled Ah Er along as they ran over.
"Sister Lian'er, what can I do for you?"
Qiao Lian'er whispered to them, "Go find the market supervisor—"
The two nodded as they listened.
"Also, keep an eye on my stall number eight."
"Yes, yes, you can go back without worry, Sister Lian'er. You've fed us, so we'll forget about this little thing. We'd be willing to go through fire and water for you," said A'Da.
Qiao Lian'er was speechless; it couldn't be that exaggerated.
Ah Er chimed in, "We'll sleep here tonight. If anyone tries anything funny, we'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."
As Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage back, she couldn't help but sigh. Although there were laws in ancient times, and the legal system in Daze Kingdom was relatively sound, it was also accompanied by rampant barbarity. This was because in ancient times, survival depended on fighting, robbing, and suppressing others in order to have a good meal.
In the world she came from, if a business was doing well and attracted customers, other businesses would either improve their food, lower prices to attract customers, or close down and willingly admit defeat.
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