Zheng Song, who was following Wan Feng, was always puzzled. He couldn't understand why Feng Xing left after hearing Wan Feng's name?
They obviously didn't know each other before, but why did Feng Xing leave?
This is not like Feng Xing's style at all. Before Feng Xing became famous, his nickname was sticky rice dumplings.
The reason why he is called this name is that he is clingy. If anyone offends him, he will follow you relentlessly no matter how big your background is.
Can't you fight? I'll give it to you to hit as much as you want and you promise not to fight back. Anyway, you don't dare to kill me. Let's see how long you can fight.
No normal person has the time to compete with him every day, and in the end no one can defeat him.
If you can't outlast him, you're out of luck. Pay! If you don't pay, it'll be endless.
After a few years, this guy actually made a name for himself and had three or five people following him.
This is also the reason why Zheng Song is afraid of Feng Xing.
But today Feng Xing actually took the initiative to evacuate!
This is out of this world! Where is the charm of sticky rice dumplings?
Could it be that this cousin whom I don't think much of has some background or ability?
Stall No. 1 on the pedestrian street is Xin Li’s stall, a small, half-open iron house.
These iron houses were uniformly made by the Hongya County Government. They are two meters high, three meters long and two meters wide. They are just small sheds with a rain shelter on top. They are closed on three sides and open in the front.
It looks like a scam at first glance, and there's a strong suspicion of shoddy workmanship.
Xin Li has more than one stall; stalls number two, three, and four are also hers. Of course, she is not the only one busy working there; she also hired a few young girls to help her sell clothes.
"Oh! Brother Wan is here. You are a rare guest now. I haven't seen you in several years."
"How can it be that long? I was at your house last year. Where's my brother?"
Xin Li pointed towards the market and said, "They're all in front of the elementary school."
"Are they all at the primary school gate?" Wan Feng asked puzzledly.
"Yes, Xiaowu and the others are here."
"Then I'll go over and take a look."
Wan Feng looked back at Zheng Song. This guy had forgotten the pain once his wound had healed, and he started to act like he didn't care anymore.
Wan Feng ignored him and walked into the market.
This was the first time he came to this market in this life. He had been here several times in his previous life, but he couldn't remember the exact year. The former Hongya Grain Depot located on Xinkai Road was relocated, and the vacant site was converted into the Commercial World. This market existed for only four or five years before it was moved to the Commercial World.
This street is about three hundred meters long, and in the middle is the gate of Hongyan Primary School.
The street is divided into two parts by the school gate. The upper part sells clothing and fabrics, and the lower part sells miscellaneous items.
Xia Qiulong and his brother occupied half of the river here, each of them had a small stall selling all kinds of things.
When Hongya started to open the market, Wan Feng suggested that Xia Qiulong and others rent stalls to accumulate their own original capital.
At the beginning, Wan Feng asked them to go to the Wahou Market, but these cowards refused to go because it was too far from home.
More than thirty miles is considered far from home?
However, they had no objection to renting a stall in Hongya. After Wan Feng suggested it, they each rented a stall without any hesitation.
I really don't know what they were thinking. If they had opened stalls at the beginning of the period, it would be no problem for each of them to have a fortune of 100,000 or 80,000 yuan now.
The items on their stall are quite mixed, but the main items are still small electronic products.
For example, tape recorders, cassettes, electronic watches, lighters, etc., supplemented by key chains and decorations.
The source of goods naturally comes from the Wahou Market, and those small brick-sized recorders are all Wanfeng products.
The first stall Wan Feng came to was Lu Wu's. This guy was sitting in an iron shed playing poker with three young men with their bare chests, and there were three pieces of paper stuck on his face.
The note was pasted very artistically, just like Guan Yu's beard in opera, rustling in the wind.
The three guys were not much better off. Each of them had a few pieces of paper stuck on their faces, making them look like they were performing an opera.
"How much is the small tape recorder?"
"One hundred and one!" Lu Wu replied without raising his head or opening his eyes.
"Will you sell it for fifty?"
"Fifty, who is this? Come here to have fun...Brother Wan! I'm telling you whoever dares to come here and make me uncomfortable." Lu Wu threw the poker in his hand with a bang.
"Hey, brother, I'm not saying this to you, Fifth Brother, but you've made a fortune now and you don't care about me anymore. I've never seen you when I went to get the goods from you."
Wan Feng handed over a pack of cigarettes and said, "I'm back in Longjiang now. You all know that even though I came back a few times, I was always in a hurry. Where's my brother?"
"You were here just now, where have you been all this time, Gangpao? Where's Big Brother?"
Lu Wu shouted at a stall diagonally opposite.
"Going to number one."
Lazy donkeys and lazy horses produce a lot of shit and urine.
Wan Feng turned around and hooked his finger at Zheng Song who was standing not far away: "Come here!"
Zheng Song came over reluctantly.
He has felt bad since he came here. Everyone in Lao Hongya knows what these guys selling small commodities in the light industry market used to do, but these people haven't done anything messy in recent years and have been wholeheartedly making money.
But even though I know they don't cause trouble now, their previous reputation is still there.
What surprised Zheng Song was that his cousin seemed to be very familiar with the people here.
"Let me introduce you to Lu Wu. I won't mention his full name, as most people won't know him. But you should have heard of his nickname, Lu Wu, right?"
Zheng Song was confused. He had not only heard of him, but had heard of him too many times. However, he really didn't know him.
"Fifth brother, my cousin is related to me, but he's the type that really deserves a beating. I'll ask you brothers to go to the alley over there and beat him up."
Lu Wu was dumbfounded: "Brother, beating up your cousin? Is that appropriate?"
"If I tell you to hit me, then do it. Don't hit my face, or it won't hurt. Just hit my butt. Even if it gets swollen, it won't affect my walking at most."
"Hey, brother, I listened to you back then. I haven't beaten anyone, gambled, or drunk for a long time. I'm a good person now. It's not appropriate for you to ask me to beat someone up now! I think Liu He is more suitable for this. Let him do it."
After that, he said to one of his younger brothers, "Go! Call Brother He and tell him that he's going to beat someone up."
Less than ten seconds after that little brother left, Liu He came flying over: "Brother Xiao Wan is here? You want to beat someone up! Who? Leave it to me."
Liu He was wearing a vest with two ribs and holding a small stool in his hand, looking ferocious.
It was right to tell them not to fight. Who would dare to come here to buy things in this state?
Zheng Song was depressed because Liu He was here too!
What happened?
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