Potatoes were scattered all over the ground to the right of the dance hall entrance, along with a carrying pole and two burlap sacks, seemingly bearing witness to the intensity of the battle.
The young man who had just been thrown several meters away by the burly man was right next to the carrying pole. He grabbed the pole and charged at the burly man.
"Hero! Watch out!" In his haste, Liang Liang even shouted out the name of a hero.
The burly man turned around when he heard Liang Liang's shout, but it was too late. The young man with the carrying pole had already slammed the pole down on the burly man's back with a whoosh.
This is probably going to be a disaster.
Liang Liang closed her eyes.
It sounded somewhat dull, like a stick hitting a cotton bale.
After the sound, Liang Liang opened her eyes and involuntarily opened her mouth.
The scene in front of me was like a video that had been paused.
The burly young man leaned slightly forward, with a carrying pole slung across his back, one end of which was held in the young man's hand.
The young man stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.
The strong young man who was hit by the carrying pole was the first to react; it was probably the pain from where the pole struck him that made him react first.
The burly young man roared in anger, grabbed the carrying pole with his backhand, and pulled it in front of him.
The young man who was still holding onto the carrying pole was knocked off balance by the young man who was hit, and he also let go of the carrying pole.
As soon as he let go of the carrying pole, it naturally fell into the hands of the strong young man.
The young man who had just hit someone with the carrying pole reacted very quickly. The other party snatched the carrying pole from his hand. It was clear that the other party was not going to use it for embroidery. If he did not run, the carrying pole would fall on him in the next second.
After the car accident, he turned sharply, yelled, and ran away as fast as he could.
After that guy ran away, the remaining three youths also turned and ran.
The young man was physically fit, but his reaction time seemed a bit slow. He only remembered to pick up his carrying pole and chase after the others when they had already run more than ten meters away.
Liang Liang guessed that the potatoes on the ground belonged to the strong young man, so he had the men who followed him pick up the potatoes and put them into the two burlap sacks.
The strong young man chased after the other man for a long time, carrying a shoulder pole, but probably failed and returned dejectedly.
The burly young man returned to the entrance of the Haiyun Haiyun Dance Hall and was stunned when he saw the potatoes packed in sacks.
"Brother! Are these potatoes yours to sell?"
The burly young man nodded blankly.
How much does it cost per pound?
"One cent!"
How many of these do you have?
"Of the 100 jin, more than 10 jin were sold, and there are still more than 90 jin left."
"Pick it for me, I want it."
With more than a dozen employees living here, the dance hall naturally needs a canteen, and these potatoes will come in handy.
The strong young man didn't move, looking at the entrance of the Haiyun Dance Hall and then at Liang Liang.
This means they don't trust Liang Liang.
Why be so cautious? 90 jin of potatoes cost less than ten yuan. It's not like I'd be greedy for your potatoes.
Liang Liang took out ten yuan from his pocket and slapped it into the burly young man's hand.
"Could you give me the extra dollar to carry these potatoes to our cafeteria?"
The burly young man carefully examined the money in the sunlight, and only after confirming that it wasn't fake did he carefully put it into his pocket.
This guy is really careful; he even checks if a ten-yuan note is genuine.
The strong young man tied a knot in the mouth of the sack with a rope, then inserted the carrying pole into the knot and bent down to lift the two sacks.
Everyone else is carrying sacks, but this guy is using a shoulder pole to carry them. Luckily, each sack only holds fifty pounds, otherwise the shoulder pole would have broken.
The strong young man carried the potatoes into the kitchen at the back of the dance hall and dumped them on the ground.
Then he called the strong young man to his office.
The young man seemed uneasy after entering the office, looking around as if he had lice on his body.
Liang Liang poured him a cup of tea.
How many potatoes do you have at home?
"What...what are you doing? You want more?"
The young man's appearance, tone of voice, and even demeanor reminded Liang Liang of a comedy star from more than 20 years later: Song Xiaofeng.
It's so damn similar!
Could this guy be Song Xiaofeng's father?
No! The ages don't match. Song Xiaofeng should be fourteen or fifteen years old this year. Even if he is younger than the young man in front of him, he is only five or six years younger. They are not even a generation apart.
Besides, they don't even share the same surname. The burly young man's name is Xing Chenghu, which is indeed quite bold.
“We have more than ten people staying at our dance hall, and that’s just the regulars. Sometimes there are also some transient people. We need potatoes and cabbage until the end of the year. If you have any of these at home, please send us another one or two hundred catties.”
"Okay! I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Can't it be delivered this afternoon?"
“My home is in the north, about 30 li away from here, I can’t walk here.”
Holy crap! Carrying two sacks on a shoulder pole for thirty miles!
What kind of spirit is this?
This is simply the spirit of wholeheartedly serving the RMB.
"It's so far away? How about this, you leave your address and I'll hire a tractor to pick it up. Don't you have a tractor in your village?"
"Yes, but I can't afford to hire them!"
"How much would it cost to hire a four-wheeled tractor from here?"
"Twelve pieces!"
But we just can't afford to hire them. We can sell 100 or 200 catties of cabbage and potatoes for 20 yuan, but if we give them 12 yuan, we're out of business.
"How about this? You send me 300 catties of cabbage and 100 catties of potatoes. I'll pay for the tractor."
There are 32 days left until the Chinese New Year.
They can stay here for another twenty-five days; they should be able to digest all this cabbage and potatoes.
After agreeing to deliver the vegetables the next morning, Xing Chenghu left.
"Xiao Liang! I think you seem quite interested in this Xing Chenghu."
"Of course I'm interested. If I leave it at the nightclub as a security guard, do you think anyone would dare to cause trouble?"
So that's what you were planning!
Liang Liang did indeed come to see Xing Chenghu with the intention of finding security guards for the nightclub.
It's a shame someone with that physique and strength isn't a security guard.
Just as Liang Liang was lamenting that it was a pity Xing Chenghu wasn't a security guard, Uncle Lei, who was now working as a security guard at the nightclub, walked in.
"Xiao Liang! The fire department is here for another inspection!"
"What? The fire department is here again? What are they doing here this time?"
They just opened the city yesterday and they're here to inspect again today. What's going on?
No matter what, he has to go out and see.
Liang Liang bowed and scraped as he led the firefighters into the dance hall; it was the same four people who had come yesterday.
The leader was a man named Bai Juyang.
"Brother Bai! What's going on this time?" Liang Liang led Bai Juyang into his office.
The other three were led by Han Chui to check around.
"Manager Liang! Someone reported you again. We have to come because someone reported us, even though we don't want to come in this freezing weather."
This possibility should exist.
"Brother Bai! Can you tell me who's been picking on me? I've only been a manager for less than five days, and I haven't offended anyone at all!"
As they were talking, Liang Liang slipped two bills from the four major figures into Bai Juyang's pocket.
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