With that, he kicked over the shelf with a loud bang. The wire rack fell on the bluestone slabs, shocking the old ladies who were watching and making them scream "ouch".
Two young city officials had already started throwing clothes onto the truck. Duck down came out from the torn seams of their clothes, floating like catkins in the morning light.
"No, comrade!" Ji Xing was anxious and rushed forward to hug the last few down jackets. "These are all ours..."
"Get out!" The black-faced man swung the rubber stick and hit Ji Xing on the arm, causing him to gasp in pain.
Ji Ke quickly took out an unopened pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him with trembling hands: "Calm down, have a cigarette..."
"Don't try that!" the city officer swatted his cigarette away, sending the white cigarettes scattering all over the floor. "If you continue to obstruct law enforcement, you'll all be cuffed!"
The vendor selling sugar-roasted chestnuts nearby shook his head secretly and mouthed to Ji Ke: "Let's go..."
Ji Ke grabbed Ji Xing tightly, who was trying to argue, and the three of them watched helplessly as more than 200 down jackets were thrown onto the truck like garbage.
In the morning mist, the truck rumbled away, leaving only a few pieces of duck down swirling in the air.
After that, they changed several venues, but every time they set up their positions, they were either robbed or driven away!
Later, they discussed it in the guesthouse for a night and decided to sell the goods through the streets!
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, the three brothers were huddled back and forth in the alley, looking like three grasshoppers that had escaped from a kitchen.
Ji Xing suddenly stopped and lowered his voice: "Brother, there are some ladies in the stall ahead, let's go there to sell!"
As soon as the plastic sheet was spread out, several aunts and grandmas with disheveled hair and wearing sponge slippers surrounded us.
"Thirty-five dollars? Do you think you're a foreigner?"
An elderly woman with permed hair twisted her down jacket between two fingers and frowned, "Is the duck feathers inside plucked from a diseased duck at the market?"
Just as Ji Ke put on a smile and was about to retort, a beep sounded from the entrance of the alley.
A whistle sounded, making people's hair stand on end.
"The joint defense team is here!" Ji Xing's face turned pale, and he picked up two bags of goods and ran away.
Ji Ke looked back and saw two old men with red armbands, holding Pegasus cards in their mouths, chasing after him leisurely.
"Run separately!" Ji Ke dived into the nearby alley, and the diapers hanging on the bamboo poles "popped" on his face, and the stench of overnight urine rushed straight to his head.
There was a loud bang from behind, and Ji Xing knocked over the spittoon at the door, causing yellow pus to flow all over the floor. Immediately, a voice in a northern Jiangsu accent cursed the gatekeeper: "Damn you little bastard!"
I walked around the streets and alleys for three days in fear and anxiety. I sold a few items, but I was also tired and lost a lot of weight.
The three brothers decided to try their luck at the Ghost Market, a no-man's land. But who knew that they were targeted by the Qinglong Gang just after setting up shop for half a day!
Just after noon, a few thugs with blue dragon and white tiger tattoos came over.
The bald man in the lead was holding a cigarette with a long trail of ash in his mouth. He asked, "Hey, new face?"
Ji Ke's heart skipped a beat - it was over, he had run into the Qinglong Gang.
"New here, do you know the rules?"
The bald broker crossed his legs, the cigarette butt stuck to his lower lip, and he blew smoke rings like an old locomotive releasing steam.
"Brother Long is in charge of this street now. If you pay a penny less than the monthly payment of 5,000, you'll be thrown into jail tomorrow, clothes and all!"
Ji Ke begged and pleaded, crying that he had no money and asked if he could wait for two days.
"No money?" The bald man's face darkened, and he spat the cigarette butt in Ji Ke's face. He then kicked over the clothes rack and shouted, "Beat him!"
Several thugs rushed forward and kicked over the shelves with a loud crash.
Ji Ke protected his head as fists and toes rained down.
Ji Xing tried to stop him, but was hit in the stomach by an elbow, and fell to his knees, retching.
Ji Bang suffered the most. He was pressed into a pile of down jackets and beaten. The duck down flew out, just like a heavy snowfall.
After enough fighting, the thugs left.
The three brothers collapsed behind the garbage dump, gasping for breath. Ji Ke spat out bloody saliva and found that half of his back teeth came out.
Ji Xing rubbed his legs and said, "Brother, can we still do this business?"
As he spoke, he spat out bloody saliva, and half of his back teeth came out.
Ji Ke exhaled a breath of blood-stained air and uttered two words from between his teeth: "Go! Home!"
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