Chapter 167 When it involves oneself
"Let's drag him out and give him a beating. This guy actually stole things from our street!"
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. They all ran into Zhang Chunxue's yard and immediately saw the person being pinned to the ground by Song Xingzhi.
Immediately, someone stepped forward and kicked him twice in the buttocks.
"That bastard actually dared to come here and steal things! He's got some nerve!"
A man next to him also kicked Zhang Dashun in the ribs while cursing.
"Don't call the police, everyone! Let's handle this ourselves! I'm going to kill this guy!"
Song Xingzhi hadn't expected the people here to be so fierce, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
He coughed lightly: "If you can report it to the police, you should. I'm still worried that people might go too far and cause some trouble."
A person next to them looked disapproving: "What trouble could this possibly cause? We're just venting our anger!"
"That's right! Let's beat this guy up first!"
Zhang Dashun, who was pinned to the ground, struggled even more desperately.
Don't listen to these people's nonsense; they can be ruthless!
Who just kicked him in the ribs? It hurt so much he almost passed out.
Someone else shouted, "Let's turn this person over and see who he is!"
Two burly men immediately stepped forward.
Song Xingzhi then withdrew his foot and stepped aside.
Zhang Dashun was turned over, his head and face covered in mud.
None of them recognized him at first.
But Song Xingzhi was determined to give him a chance to shine, so he immediately and dramatically exclaimed, "Isn't this Zhang Dashun, the guy who used to sell braised food in town?"
Upon hearing the word "before," Zhang Dashun felt a surge of anger again.
What the hell is going on at a time like this? Why are you still trying to hurt him?
People who knew Zhang Dashun also came over, looked him over carefully, and even wiped his face with disgust. After shining a flashlight on him for a while, they exclaimed in surprise, "It really does look like Zhang Dashun!"
Everyone was immediately taken aback.
"What is Zhang Dashun doing at the Song family's place?"
"I know that's because the Song family has been selling braised food lately, and it tastes pretty good. I reckon Zhang Dashun is probably here to steal their secret recipe!"
Zhang Dashun was still flustered, unsure how to explain his behavior of coming to Zhang Chunxue's house in the middle of the night. But after hearing what everyone said, his eyes lit up and he prepared to defend himself in that direction.
After all, compared to poisoning, stealing a secret recipe doesn't seem so unacceptable.
However, how could Song Xingzhi let him get away with it so easily?
He picked up a dirty rag from the ground: "He came to steal the secret recipe, why is he grabbing our rag? There's no secret recipe written on our rag."
He leaned closer, twitched his nose, and then frowned: "I washed this rag myself tonight, and it was spotless, so why does it smell so strange now?"
As he spoke, he handed it to a neighbor who was crowding around with a curious look on his face: "Brother Liu, do you think this smells weird?"
The man called Brother Liu took the rag, sniffed it for a while, and said, "This smell is indeed a bit strange... and it's also quite familiar. But I forgot where I smelled it before."
Song Xingzhi then took down the other rags from the rope and smelled them one by one: "Why do these rags also have a strange smell? I made sure they were clean!"
He squeezed it again: "It's been drying for most of the night... It should be dry by now in this weather, why does it still feel damp?"
Another neighbor took it, touched it, and frowned as well: "This doesn't feel right. If it hadn't been dried, it would feel moist, not like this, where it's half dry and half wet."
He quickly realized what was going on: "I think it doesn't look like it wasn't dried properly, it looks more like someone just poured water on it."
Song Xingzhi immediately laughed: "Brother Zhou, what are you talking about? Who would come and splash water on my rag in the middle of the night?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Dashun, who was still being held down on the ground.
Zhang Dashun's expression froze, and he felt even more apprehensive.
Finally, Brother Liu realized what was happening and slapped his thigh: "I remember smelling this before! When I was in charge of the equipment in the warehouse, I was afraid the rats would come and gnaw on it, so I sprayed rat poison mixed with water on the equipment! That's the smell I remembered!"
Song Xingzhi immediately gasped: "Brother Liu, do you mean someone sprayed rat poison on our rags?"
The onlookers immediately erupted in an uproar, their gazes turning once again to Zhang Dashun.
Zhang Dashun was now completely panicked.
It's over, it's really over now!
Uncle Zhou frowned: "Zhang Dashun, what kind of conflict do you have with Director Song's family? You actually wanted to poison them?"
Zhang Dashun's mind was in complete disarray, and he didn't dare to speak.
Zhang Chunxue, her face pale, exclaimed, "No, he didn't come to harm our family!"
She gripped a rag tightly, her fingers digging into it, her voice trembling: "I use this rag when I'm out setting up my stall, so I wash it clean every day. I wipe my hands with it before weighing the braised food for customers to avoid getting anything dirty on them."
Her face turned even uglier: "So if he really wanted to poison us, it wasn't our family, but the customers who came to buy my braised food."
As if provoked by something, she immediately shouted at Zhang Dashun, "How could you be so vicious? Why would you harm people who have done you no wrong?"
At this moment, some of the more perceptive people realized what was going on and immediately clicked their tongues twice: "Oh dear, Sister-in-law Song, are you really stupid! You're also selling braised food now, and your arrival has made his business worse."
"But if someone buys your braised food and gets sick, who will dare to buy from your stall again? What's more, if someone dies, you might even be locked up in jail, and then even less business will be available!"
Zhang Chunxue, however, wore an incredulous expression: "Just to grab business, are we really willing to disregard human lives?"
She looked around at the crowd in the darkness: "I remember the neighbors who live nearby have been quite supportive of my business these past few days..."
"If Zhang Dashun really succeeds, all of us could be poisoned to death!"
These words once again caused a stir among those around them.
Damn it, I just thought this person's methods were despicable, but now that I think about it, I might actually be poisoned to death!
And this braised food is meant for the whole family... This is going to get your whole family wiped out!
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