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The noisy people were divided into two groups. One group was led by Xia Qiulong and consisted of about ten people. The other group was led by a shirtless young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven with a muscular body exposed. There were about twenty people in the group.
Liang Wan drove Lava's carriage to one side, with the two wheels blocked by four wooden planks in front and back, and the two outer horses were eating grass leisurely.
Liang Wan was standing behind Xia Qiulong and seemed to be making some noise and pointing fingers.
When Wan Feng got closer, he heard Xia Qiulong yelling, "Zheng Laosan, stop the fussing. What the hell do you mean? Are you trying to bully Old Xia because he's not effective in Hongya? If you want to do something, then let's do it."
The guy Xia Qiulong called Zheng Laosan was also unequivocal: "Xia, don't come to Qianyao to scare people. Let me tell you, people from Qianyao have been around and seen the world. They are not scared. Just do it. People in the city are afraid of you, but we in Qianyao really don't take you seriously."
"That's all, brothers, let's go! Whoever dares to stop our car today will be beaten to death!"
Both sides rolled up their sleeves and prepared to start the fight.
Xia Qiulong raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, give me... Hey! Brother, you're here."
Xia Qiulong, who was about to issue an attack order, turned around and saw Wan Feng and Zhang Laizi approaching quickly, so he swallowed the order he was about to issue.
Wan Feng took a breath to calm himself down and walked straight to the middle of the two groups. He looked to the left at Xia Qiulong's side, then to the right at Zheng Laosan's side.
The people on Zheng Laosan's side were in a state of confusion. They were about to start fighting, so how could a young man appear?
"What's going on? A gunfight?" Wan Feng asked.
Zheng Laosan said impatiently: "Go play somewhere else, kid, you have nothing to do here."
Xia Qiulong stepped over to Wan Feng and pulled him behind him: "Zheng Laosan, please be more polite. This is my brother!"
Zheng Laosan looked at him with disdain: "Xia Qiulong, you're getting screwed. You're also taking in the 'milk' yellow boy. Is there no one left in the city?"
"What the hell is this? Huang Zi, let me tell you, these are brothers, brothers for life!"
There was a slight change in Zheng Laosan's eyes when he looked at Wan Feng.
Only those who have fought a life-and-death battle together are qualified to call each other brothers. This kid and Xia Qiulong have a life-and-death friendship? No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make sense.
Wan Feng got out of Xia Qiulong's armpit and said, "Brother, why are you blocking me? How dare he hit me?"
Wan Feng stood between Xia Qiulong and Zheng Laoer again.
"Brother, who is this shirtless hero? Please introduce him. Heroes must show themselves. How are we going to read the rest of the lines if they don't show themselves?"
"Zheng Xuekun from Qianyao, the third child, is called Zheng Laosan by others. He's a bit silly, so some people call him Zheng Sanyanzi."
Zheng Laosan immediately got angry: "You are the one who is stupid, I am a good person."
This does sound a bit silly.
Wan Feng clasped his hands together as he looked at Zheng Lao Er, imitating the way he walked around in the streets of a TV drama. "I've heard a lot about you."
This made Zheng Laoer confused. What era is this?
"Brother Zheng, can I call you Brother Zheng?"
Zheng Laoer nodded expressionlessly without saying anything.
"Brother Zheng, I heard that the people from your front kiln stopped our delivery truck. Is that true?"
"Yes, we stopped this carriage, but what does it have to do with you if we stopped the carriage that was stealing our business?" Zheng Laosan asked back.
"That's a good question. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wan Feng, and I'm the deputy director of the Wahou Brick and Tile Factory at the Jiangwei Brigade of the Yongshi Commune. This carriage belongs to our team. Whether you stopped it or not is none of our business."
Wan Feng very unceremoniously put the hat of factory director on his head, which was more intimidating.
"Are you the factory director?"
"Deputy Factory Director." Wan Feng corrected him.
Zheng Laosan snorted and said nothing more, probably thinking that there was no point in arguing with a kid about whether he was the factory director.
"Brother Zheng, what's your intention in stopping our delivery truck? We're not even related, so there has to be a reason, right?"
"Humph! We originally used tiles from our front kiln for the entire construction, but now you've snatched them away. Now that we can't sell our tiles, who else can we turn to but you? You have to give us a solution."
This reason is really weird. Your products can't be sold, but instead of looking for the reasons within yourself, you come here and make trouble. Let us give you a solution. Why?
"Just for this?"
"certainly."
"Brother Zheng, don't you think this is a joke? Let me give you an analogy. If your own daughter can't get married, instead of looking at her appearance, you blame other men for having problems with their eyes. This is a disease, you know!"
"How dare you say I'm sick?" Zheng Laosan's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Xia Qiulong also pushed forward: "What's wrong with you being sick? Are you dissatisfied? My brother, if you are sick, then you are really sick."
Wan Feng reached out and pulled Xia Qiulong back: "Brother, it's not time for you to talk yet. Now is the time to reason. Can you explain it clearly?"
Xia Qiulong's big eyes blinked but he said nothing.
"Brother Zheng, don't be so unconvinced. Your clay and brick products are no longer in line with the development of the times and will gradually disappear from the market. This is the law of the times and the law of market development. It has nothing to do with us. It's useless for you to come to us if Yijian doesn't like your products."
"We make clay tiles, and we also make cement tiles. The quality is no worse than yours."
Oh? This time Wan Feng was surprised. These guys also switched to cement tiles?
"Your tiles are the same as ours? Then why didn't you sell any?"
"Hasn't the market been taken away by you?"
"We only have one unit, the First Construction Company. The Second and Third Construction Companies have nothing to do with us. Isn't that all your market?"
"I don't care. Yijian was originally ours, so we're going to settle the score with you. If you don't give us a way out today, don't even think about leaving!"
Wan Feng frowned. It’s okay if you encounter some unreasonable people. The market is yours.
"Your conditions."
"Yijian's market belongs to us, all of you withdraw and get out now!"
Get out! Damn it! I finally got in here, and you just tell me to get out and I'm leaving?
Xia Qiulong, who was behind Wan Feng, was about to rush up, but was stopped by Wan Feng.
Wan Feng sneered, "Brother Zheng, there must be a bottom line in everything we do. We are under the rule of the Communist Party, not the Kuomintang. We must be reasonable in everything we do. This is not the era where you can become king of a mountain just by holding a knife. You are just being unreasonable. What will happen to you if we don't retreat?"
Zheng Laosan's face was gloomy and he did not answer.
"You stopped our truck and smashed the tiles on it. Then you keep smashing our trucks one by one, preventing us from delivering goods. This will ruin our business. If we don't let you smash them, you're going to fight us, right?"
Zheng Laosan still said nothing.
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