But this little girl spoke with such seriousness yesterday that they believed her.
"You are too arrogant and outrageous. You stole our business and even tried to fight us. Is there no law in this world?"
The young man who had tried to smash stall number eight with a hammer in the middle of the night gritted his teeth.
Qiao Laosan: "We're all doing business openly and honestly. Customers go to whichever restaurant they like to eat at. It's fair competition. How did it become that we're stealing your business? Who's really breaking the law?"
"Come on, let's not say anything more, let's settle this with a fight, we still have to get back to work and set up our stall," said Qiao Lao Er.
Some stall owners looked at each other, still at a loss for what to do.
In reality, not all stall owners here have this attitude. Some are just envious and then quietly do their own thing. Others, although jealous, also acknowledge that it is someone else's skill and do their stall work well.
Those who were dissatisfied were just seven or eight people, five men and three women.
They simply couldn't beat this family in a fight.
Even though they brought their families, they looked so small and frail next to this family.
First of all, the momentum is greatly diminished.
One-on-one is suicide.
They tried to rally the other stall owners, giving them meaningful glances, but the stall owners completely ignored them.
They just want to run their business properly and don't want to cause trouble.
The burly uncle sneered, "You guys have no backbone. All the customers have been snatched away. What are you still doing? You've worked hard all day for nothing."
"Why don't we work together to drive them all away so we can make money like before?"
"Yes, if you're so generous, it's like you're giving away customers. If you don't fight for yourselves and unite, how will you support your families when business fails?" the aunt said with a sneer.
"Customers have a limited stomach capacity. If they eat their fill at their stall, they won't come to buy from us," the young stall owner said.
They knew that even if others didn't want to cause trouble, some people were jealous, and they could stir up the emotions of these people first.
Encouraged by them, two stall owners also showed signs of indignation.
He put down his work, rolled up his sleeves, and came out.
The burly uncle's face showed a hint of smugness. As long as they had more people, in this kind of tag-team battle, there would always be a round in which this family would lose one person. Once they lost three people, they would have to quit.
Just as they were about to continue their incitement, the fat city magistrate with a mustache hurriedly arrived with a group of people.
"What are you doing? It's so early in the morning, why aren't you doing business properly? Why are you standing here in a standoff? Do you want to rebel against the government or the imperial court?"
When the stall owners saw the officials arrive, their faces changed, and they quickly racked their brains for words.
Qiao Lian'er spoke first: "Sir, we set up a stall here yesterday and made some money. But since we're new here, they can't tolerate us. They say we're stealing customers and want us to leave. Is that reasonable?"
The magistrate frowned upon hearing this: "How much money you make in business depends entirely on your ability. How can you think of driving someone away just because you see that their business is doing well?"
"But sir, they sell several kinds of things, fried, boiled, and baked. Customers have too many choices. Once they're full, we won't be able to sell our food," said the woman selling jianbing guozi.
The magistrate glanced at her stall and laughed: "Young lady, look at your stall. Besides jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), you also have grilled cold noodles, fried cabbage, and stir-fried green beans. Aren't you selling quite a few things?"
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