This middle-aged man was tall and thin, wearing a slightly worn but neat Zhongshan suit, and his small eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
He put his hands on his hips and shouted gruffly, "Hey! Get out of here, get out of here! I've already sublet this land, don't interfere with other people's business!"
As he spoke, he kicked the sweet potato basket on the ground, causing it to wobble slightly and several sweet potatoes to roll out.
Grandpa frowned and said angrily, "How did this place become your rented property? Who are we bothering by selling sweet potatoes here?"
The middle-aged man arrogantly raised his chin: "Hmph, let me tell you, the leaders of the rural credit cooperative are my relatives. They can do whatever they want. You'd better get out of here, or you'll regret it."
Grandpa was indignant as he watched the sweet potatoes roll away.
Grandma quickly tugged at Grandpa's arm and said softly, "Alright, alright, old man, let's go somewhere else."
Grandpa refused to back down: "Why should he leave? This isn't his place alone."
On the other side of the street.
Liu Feng and He Qunfang had just finished shopping and were driving slowly, giving way to pedestrians on the street.
He Qunfang happened to see this scene through the car window, and hurriedly told Liu Feng to stop and jumped out of the car.
She asked with a concerned look, "Father, Mother, what happened?"
When the grandmother saw her eldest daughter arrive and had someone to back her up, she angrily recounted what had happened.
He Qunfang's eyes turned cold as she glared at the middle-aged man: "You say you rented this land, do you have any proof?"
The man was speechless for a moment, but still stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, you can't sell things here."
However, when he saw He Qunfang's elegant attire and the large SUV parked next to her, his tone immediately softened: "I'll let you set up your stall for a while longer this morning. This place has already been rented out, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Anyone with eyes could tell that He Qunfang's clothes were made of exquisite fabric, meticulously crafted, and well-tailored, clearly not something an ordinary person could afford.
The middle-aged man thought to himself, "This person is not someone to be trifled with."
You can judge a book by its cover, but you can judge a person by their character. As for how expensive He Qunfang's clothes were, even He Qunfang herself didn't know.
These clothes were all made to Liu Yue's measurements, and Lin Xia had them custom-made by the best tailor in Hong Kong. If He Qunfang knew the price of the clothes, she would definitely be shocked.
At this moment, Liu Feng also got out of the car.
He was like a boy who stepped out of a painting, and standing with He Qunfang, they formed the most beautiful mother-son scene in the world.
When the maternal grandparents saw their eldest grandson, they immediately beamed with joy: "Feng'er, you've grown so much! Grandma has been talking about you these past few days, and today we're finally able to see you all."
Liu Feng quickly replied, "Grandpa and Grandma, my mom and I miss you too. We were just about to go visit you."
After saying that, he walked up to the middle-aged man and said righteously, "Have you always been this unreasonable? Everyone has the right to do legitimate things in public."
He Qunfang was about to help pick up the fallen sweet potatoes when Liu Feng stopped her.
Seeing her son's calm demeanor, He Qunfang knew what was going on and angrily retorted to the uncle, "What right do you have to kick people out? This isn't your land."
The middle-aged man puffed out his chest and shouted, "I think you guys don't know what's good for you. I'm a big shot in this town, and you can't afford to mess with me."
Liu Feng sneered: "You call yourself someone? You're just a street thug. What gives you the right to talk?
The older man scolded, "Kid, don't be so reckless and get yourself into trouble."
Liu Feng scoffed, "I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Apologize to my grandma and the others, pick up the fallen sweet potatoes, and I'll pretend this never happened."
Grandpa, worried that Liu Feng would make a big fuss, advised, "Feng'er, we're fine. Let's pack up and stop selling. Let's go home."
Liu Feng said firmly, "Grandpa, with me here, no one will be able to bully you in the future!" He Qunfang gave her grandfather a reassuring look, letting them watch Liu Feng handle the situation.
The uncle looked impatient: "Kid, don't be ungrateful. Go help your parents pack up the sweet potatoes and leave."
Liu Feng sneered: "I only wanted you to apologize and that was it. I don't have time to waste with you, so I'll just let you..."
The middle-aged man interjected, "What should I do?"
Liu Feng: "Slap him!"
Strangely, upon hearing those two words, the man immediately began slapping himself repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
She hurriedly picked up the fallen sweet potatoes and put them into the basket.
Some of the onlookers burst out laughing.
Liu Feng ignored them and placed the two baskets of sweet potatoes on the roof of the G-Class car, tying them tightly with rope.
He Qunfang then pulled her maternal grandparents into the car.
After Liu Feng's car drove away, the uncle stopped and stood there, stunned. He felt a burning pain on his face and wondered, "What happened to me? Did I do too many bad things?"
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