The Cleaning Department.
Inside the public housing.
Manager Ma lay swaying back and forth in his chair, creaking and groaning as he read the latest storybook, a bowl and plate filled with grapes beside him.
He would occasionally pick one up and put it in his mouth.
"Manager Ma! There's a vendor outside who claims to have something to report about the Chen family's stall."
Manager Ma chuckled softly.
"If Chen's stall hadn't come to remind me, I would have completely forgotten about this. Let him in quickly!"
The man, filled with trepidation, cautiously scanned his surroundings.
"Sir, I have reported that the Chen family's stall has recently been inciting vendors to report you to the county government!"
Manager Ma narrowed his eyes slightly.
He gave a cold laugh.
"Did I give him face? Let him go, but I don't know whether the magistrate and the assistant magistrate believe him or me. Just based on his one-sided story? What will the surrounding merchants' reaction be?"
"May I have your name?"
The man nodded and bowed.
“My name is Jimao, and I am also a vendor from the neighborhood. I just couldn’t stand the Chen family’s stall and their nonsense that was damaging your reputation, so I stepped forward.”
He grinned.
Get on track.
"Of course, the surrounding vendors didn't dare to join him in making trouble. In fact, the old man at Chen's stall didn't dare either, but his wife encouraged and instigated him, and the whole family started arguing in the street."
Chief Ma chuckled: "Heh heh, a bunch of lowly commoners. On this food street, whoever I say can set up a stall can set up a stall, and whoever I say can't set up a stall, even if he's a relative of the local tycoon, he can't do business!"
What do you think?
Chicken feathers bowed and scraped.
"Yes, yes, you're right, sir! I'll head back now."
Looking at the scattered copper coins on the table, Chicken Feather lowered its head meekly.
"Wait! You did a good job on this. If you have similar news in the future, you should notify me as soon as possible. You will naturally be rewarded."
"From now on, I'll give you a discount on the hygiene management fee for your food stall, making it one coin cheaper than other stalls. How about that?"
Manager Ma grabbed a handful of copper coins from the table and threw them on the ground.
The dark-skinned man's face stiffened as he bent down and picked up the copper coins.
The male protagonist looked at the man, who was as docile as a domestic dog, and muttered to himself, "A bunch of lowly farmers."
Chicken Feather held the copper coin in his palm and paused slightly.
Staggering, he left the public housing.
That sentence echoed in my mind.
“Humble peasants…”
It echoed in his mind as if by magic, stirring repeatedly.
When he gets back.
The old man selling sesame seed cakes was already waiting for him at his stall.
He stood there, stunned.
He met the gazes of the vendors who had just been negotiating, only to see that they looked guilty and were staring down at the ground.
He gave a wry smile.
"Uncle Thirteen!"
puff!
He spat a mouthful of saliva at his feet.
The old man sneered, "Chicken feather, that Manager Ma must have given you a lot of money, right? Why don't you hurry up and share it with everyone?"
Chicken Feather opened his mouth, looked around, and saw his wife holding his son, looking cautious and uneasy, standing in front of him.
"Uncle Thirteen, I was wrong. I will never set up a stall in Daxing Town again."
After saying that.
He solemnly bowed to the Chen family and apologized: "I was blinded by greed, Mr. Chen. Punish me as you see fit!"
He pulled a handful of loose copper coins from his pocket and scattered them into the air.
"Take it."
Chen Xian looked at him quietly.
The old man selling sesame seed cakes was trembling all over. "Get the hell out of here!"
The surrounding vendors looked uneasy.
He pressed Ji Mao, asking, "Manager Ma, Ji Mao, what did Manager Ma say? Will he cause us any trouble? This matter was brought up by Boss Chen; we have absolutely no connection to it!"
Chicken Feather quietly packed her things without answering them.
Those people were scratching their heads in frustration.
Some people even grew bolder. Huo Laowu scolded Chen Xian, "It's all because of your family. Before your family came, everyone was at peace and happily setting up their stalls."
"Though we can get by even on tough days, why do you all have to cause so much trouble as soon as you arrive! Wouldn't it be better to just live a peaceful, docile life?"
"Yeah, get out of the food street!"
Someone started whispering.
The sound then gradually grew louder.
The old man selling sesame cakes looked increasingly grim, and he tried to smooth things over.
"This matter is not Mr. Chen's fault. Shouldn't you be the first to resent Manager Ma?"
His words silenced the person on the other end.
Then a voice came out.
“He’s an official. What right do you, a mere peasant, have to disobey his orders?”
Su Shuangshuang's face turned bright red.
Su Liniang also frowned.
The evil in people's hearts!
I never imagined that those people who are usually timid and weak could have such a fierce side, not towards those in power, but towards their own colleagues who belittle and insult each other.
It was as if all the mistakes were caused by how people of the same kind affected the mood of important figures.
How ironic!
Su Liniang felt a tightness in her chest.
Yuan Laoliu scolded the old man who made sesame seed cakes.
"Uncle, I think you're getting senile. We're the same kind of people. We've been setting up stalls on the food street for years. You've turned against us for the sake of an outsider, even going so far as to scold Chicken Feather. Are you out of your mind?"
"Uncle, you don't want to lose your right to set up a food stall on the street, do you?"
The old man selling sesame cakes was pale. It was Chen Xian who had secretly told him that someone had gone to tip him off.
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