It’s just that Yan Fugui thought too highly of the situation.
There are not as many suckers as he thought.
The result was that Yan Fugui stood here from around 12 o'clock until three in the morning and only sold one copy.
Among them, there were actually a few people who wanted to negotiate a price with Yan Fugui.
But Yan Fugui refused to give in and drove everyone away.
Seeing that the black market stalls had closed one after another, Yan Fugui knew that he should go back, otherwise it would be too late and someone would take care of it.
Yan Fugui repacked the paper bag and put it into his shoulder bag.
But just when Yan Fugui was happily preparing to leave the black market and go home.
"Hey, you guy with glasses, stop right there!"
Two people suddenly appeared in front of Yan Fugui and blocked him. This frightened Yan Fugui so much that he turned around and wanted to run away.
But people are blocking him here, so it’s not easy for him to run away.
As soon as Yan Fugui turned around, two more people came out from behind and blocked his escape route.
At this moment, Yan Fugui's heart sank to the bottom. It seemed that he had encountered a big event.
I didn't expect that I would be robbed before I even went out to the black market.
Many people left the black market at this time. Some of the timid ones saw what was happening here and just ran away.
Of course, there were also some brave ones who just watched Yan Fugui's excitement from the nearby.
Things did not turn out as Yan Fugui had expected. These people were not here to rob him. It was just that things were not as bad as Yan Fugui had imagined.
"How much did you pay when you came in?" The leading man looked at Yan Fugui fiercely and asked.
Yan Fugui was so frightened that his legs went limp. How could he dare to lie? He blurted out, "One cent."
“Bang!”
As soon as Yan Fugui finished speaking, the man slapped him in the face, knocking his glasses off.
Yan Fugui fell to the ground. After losing his glasses, he immediately crawled on the ground to find his glasses back.
As soon as Yan Fugui put on his glasses, he was pulled up by the leading man.
"You bastard, you dare to sell things here after paying one cent? Don't you know you have to pay for selling things?" The leading man grinned and yelled at Yan Fugui.
"I know, I know." Yan Fugui answered immediately, fearing that he would be beaten again if he answered slowly.
At this time, the leading man did not continue to talk to Yan Fugui, but shouted to the people watching the excitement: "Don't be afraid, everyone. We will not cause trouble for no reason. This person actually paid a penny and came in to sell things. That is to break our rules. That's why we are teaching him a lesson."
After saying that, the man loosened Yan Fugui's collar, patted Yan Fugui on the face and said, "Do you deserve a beating?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Yan Fugui no longer dared to resist at this time. He just accepted whatever the other party said. As long as he didn't get beaten again, it would be enough.
"Okay, just admit it yourself." The man looked at Yan Fugui with satisfaction.
Then he said to Yan Fugui: "In that case, you should make up for today's stall fee."
Yan Fugui finally had a feeling of surviving a disaster at this time, and he thought that as long as he paid the four cents he owed, this group of people would let him go.
But Yan Fugui’s thoughts were too simple.
When Yan Fugui took out four cents from his pocket and handed it over.
“Bang!”
Yan Fugui was slapped in the face again without any warning, and the result was similar to the last time, except that this time all the money in Yan Fugui's hand was gone.
This time, the first thing Yan Fugui did when he lay down was not to look for his glasses that were knocked off, but to look for the four cents that were knocked off him.
It took a long time to finally pick up all the money, and Yan Fugui finally found his glasses and put them on again.
During this period, the managers of the black market watched Yan Fugui rolling and crawling on the ground.
Until Yan Fugui stood up again.
"Are you fucking scolding me? Do I need these few cents from you?" The man started swearing at Yan Fugui.
Yan Fugui could only stand there with his head lowered and not daring to say a word, waiting for the man's decision on his fate.
In the end, maybe everyone around who was watching the fun had almost had enough.
The man just wanted to use the Yan Fugui incident to establish his authority in the black market. Yan Fugui was arrested today because he was noticed by the gatekeeper when he came in.
Yan Fugui came here to sell things, but he was definitely not the only one who didn't notice.
"Okay, if it were my usual temper, I would have beaten you to death today. But today I'm in a good mood, so just pay me two dollars." The man said calmly.
Yan Fugui originally thought that he had been beaten, and should be let go if he paid the money, but he did not expect that he would have to pay another dollar.
I came here to sell meat today, and my total income was less than 2 yuan, and now I have to pay 2 yuan.
Seeing Yan Fugui standing there without making any move for a long time, the man grabbed Yan Fugui by the collar and said, "Do you have any opinion on how I handled this?"
Yan Fugui saw that the man looked ferocious, and then he thought again, he should not get beaten.
"Here, here, here." Yan Fugui immediately took out two dollars from his pocket and handed them to the man.
The man snatched the money and said, "Humph, what I hate most is people who don't follow the rules. I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Next time you come back, you'll pay the money. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know." Yan Fugui bent down and nodded repeatedly.
"Go away."
Following the man's order, several people made way for Yan Fugui.
When Yan Fugui saw that he was indeed being asked to leave, he immediately ran away.
Looking at Yan Fugui's embarrassed appearance, the man spat at Yan Fugui's back: "Bah, coward, I thought you were so brave."
Yan Fugui heard it, but didn't dare to turn his head.
He ran out of the black market, fearing that the man would take a fancy to the meat in his backpack.
But Yan Fugui was thinking, although those who run the black market are not good people, the purpose of teaching Yan Fugui a lesson today is to make an example of them.
It’s not for the little money in Yan Fugui’s pocket.
Yan Fugui scared himself. After leaving the black market, he did not dare to stay for a moment. He held the bag tightly until he could no longer run. He stopped and gasped for breath.
Looking back and seeing that no one was catching up with him, Yan Fugui finally became powerful this time.
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