"You'll understand," Fang Zhiyi smiled.
Helpless, Peng Huan'er turned and went into the back room.
"Give it all! Take it all! If we don't, all of us will be starving!"
Hearing this, Li San revealed a strange smile: "Tsk tsk, our young mistress is not happy."
Fang Zhiyi turned around and glared at him fiercely.
Li San immediately looked around, as if it were his first time visiting this timber shop.
"However, young master, this tax increase for the Gu family is a bit too harsh. What exactly is this 'normal business tax'?"
Fang Zhiyi was too lazy to argue with him, and just stared blankly at the several people being beaten not far away.
Li San looked over and his expression turned fierce, but Fang Zhiyi raised her hand to stop him. Li San could only watch helplessly as the fighters snatched the vendor's money and left.
for a long time.
“Only those with shared interests and experiences can have a common enemy.” He patted Li San on the shoulder. “You’re smarter; you should understand this logic.”
"Um?"
“Some things are not something we can accomplish by ourselves. Remember, we are doing this for the people of the world, not for me, not for you, but for everyone.”
Li San's eyes began to light up.
Young Master is indeed a young master; his words always resonate so deeply!
However, in the following two weeks, the lumber shop paid out a large sum of money in various ways, which angered Peng Huan'er so much that she wanted to close down the business. The streets of Yicheng were filled with complaints, and the vendors who had previously set up stalls disappeared.
The head of the Gu family was very happy. In the past, he was very careful, afraid that he might accidentally bring trouble to the Gu family. But now the world was in chaos and no one cared what he did. Looking at the money in front of him, the head of the family was full of greed.
At this moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Two fighters swaggered down the street. An old man carrying a basket on his back tried to walk around them, but they stopped him.
"Old man, have you ever paid your taxes?"
"Huh? I, I just came to change some medicine..."
"You have to pay taxes even if you change your medication!"
"Why?" the old man asked, trembling.
"What do you mean, why! Give me the money!" The smooth sailing of the past two weeks had inflated the egos of these people, and now they considered themselves the masters of Yicheng.
Seeing that the old man couldn't come up with any money, one of the fighters kicked him.
The common people standing by were filled with fear mixed with anger, but no one dared to speak. For ordinary people to fight against a fighter was a pipe dream.
Suddenly a voice came.
"What are those two idiots doing?!"
The two fighters turned around in confusion and saw an unfamiliar face emerge from the crowd.
They looked Wu Dadan up and down: "Oh, so there's someone who's not afraid of death?"
Although Wu Dadan was apprehensive, remembering Fang Zhiyi's words, he stubbornly retorted, "Afraid of death? So what if you're afraid of death? We'll still be bullied by you! Do you really think we ordinary people are your slaves? Today, Grandpa is going all out! Come on!"
Seeing this, the two men, feeling their authority challenged, exchanged a glance, and one of them suddenly appeared in front of Wu Dadan.
Wu Dadan felt a moment of panic; this speed was incredible!
He forced himself to calm down, quickly picked up the thing in his hand, and pointed it at the fighter in front of him who had a contemptuous look on his face.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com