The money Mr. Wang made on that deal gave Zhang Shaozhong a temporary boost in confidence.
He felt bored staying at home all day, doing live streams and ordering takeout.
Looking out the window as the city lights began to twinkle and the faint sounds of the night market's hustle and bustle drifted in, he suddenly had a suggestion:
"Gentlemen, you must be bored staying home all day. Tonight, I'll take you to a great place—the night market! Try some of our local street food and experience the vibrant atmosphere!"
"night market?"
Ye Meier was the first to put down her phone, her eyes shining. "It's one of those places with lots of stalls, brightly lit, and full of delicious food? I've seen it in TV dramas! Let's go! We have to go!"
She has no resistance to anything lively or related to delicious food.
Ling Qingxue was initially somewhat resistant to noisy environments, but upon hearing the word "snacks" and recalling the delicious hot pot she had enjoyed before, a hint of interest flashed in her cool eyes.
She nodded slightly: "That's fine. When engaging in worldly spiritual practice, one should understand the people's sentiments."
Zhang Shaozhong breathed a sigh of relief; he had been worried that the fairy wouldn't want to go.
He quickly laid down three rules: "The night market is crowded and noisy, so we need to keep a low profile! Especially you two, you're too conspicuous! Try not to cause trouble, and follow my instructions, okay?"
"Okay, okay, stop nagging!"
Ye Meier couldn't wait to start picking out clothes. "I want to wear that new sundress I bought!"
Finally, at Zhang Shaozhong's insistence, Ye Meier reluctantly changed into a more conservative T-shirt and hot pants, but her long legs and hot figure still couldn't be hidden.
Ling Qingxue wore her usual plain-colored long dress, exuding an ethereal elegance.
Zhang Shaozhong himself was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, and walking next to the two big shots, he looked like a lackey.
Upon entering the night market, it's as if you've been instantly plunged into a vortex of sound, smell, and light.
The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and sizzling food on the griddle mingled together; the aroma of grilled skewers, the unique fragrance of stinky tofu, and the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air; and the colorful neon lights and stall bulbs dazzled the eyes.
Like a fish in water, Ye Meier excitedly looked around: "Wow! This looks delicious! What's that? It smells weird! Kid, hurry! Buy it for me!"
She pointed to grilled squid, stinky tofu, teppanyaki, milk tea... wishing she could visit every single stall.
Although Ling Qingxue's expression remained calm, the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable.
She lingered for a long time in front of a sugar painting stall, watching the old artist create various lifelike patterns with syrup, and commented softly: "Using sugar as ink, the exquisite control of wrist strength is also the way of a craftsman."
Zhang Shaozhong acted like a dutiful tour guide and wallet, providing explanations while paying.
However, their unusual combination makes it hard for them to go unnoticed.
Especially the looks of Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue, which are simply overwhelming in a place like a night market.
Wherever they go, they get a 300% head-turning rate.
Soon, Zhang Shaozhong sensed that something was wrong.
Several slovenly-looking thugs, reeking of alcohol, set their sights on them with ill intent.
"Hey buddy, look at those two girls over there, hot ones!"
"Damn, they're so hot! Especially the one in hot pants!"
"That kid over there is such a damn eyesore!"
Upon hearing the foul language, Zhang Shaozhong's heart tightened, and he knew something was wrong.
He quickly whispered, "We're in trouble, let's get out of here."
But it was too late. The thugs surrounded them with grins.
The blond-haired man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, blew smoke rings at Zhang Shaozhong: "Kid, can you handle two girls all by yourself? Share one with me, let's be friends?"
Zhang Shaozhong shielded the two big shots behind him, suppressing his anger: "Big brother, we'll just have a meal and then leave, sorry."
"Where are you going?" The bald man reached out to push Zhang Shaozhong.
Just then, Ling Qingxue stepped forward half a step, seemingly unintentionally blocking Zhang Shaozhong's path, and the bald man's hand almost touched her.
The fairy frowned slightly, and an invisible chill emanated from her body, causing the bald man to freeze and shiver inexplicably.
Ye Meier's eyes turned cold, and with a slight twitch of her fingers, a stack of empty beer bottles on the nearby stall suddenly crashed down with a loud crash, shattering on the ground!
It attracted everyone's attention.
She patted her chest in feigned surprise: "Oh dear! How did it fall over? You scared me to death!" But her eyes glanced defiantly at the thugs.
The blond-haired man was startled by the commotion, then became enraged: "Damn it! You're trying to pull this on me?"
He raised his fist!
At this critical moment, Zhang Shaozhong's mind raced. He knew that a direct confrontation or letting the two big shots take action would have unimaginable consequences!
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sign for the night market management office not far away, and further away, he saw what appeared to be flashing police lights on patrol!
He took a deep breath and, not at the thugs, shouted with all his might towards the surrounding crowd and the night market management office: "Security! Security guards! There's trouble here! They're going to beat people up!"
"Call the police! Please call the police! These people are drunk and trying to harass girls!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, his expression one of utter terror, looking every bit the victim.
That shout instantly drew the attention of the entire night market!
Many vendors and tourists gathered around, pointing and commenting.
"What happened?"
"Those guys must have gotten drunk and caused trouble again, right?"
"Bullying someone who brought their girlfriend, what a jerk!" Someone had already taken out their phone and started recording.
Hearing the commotion, the night market management staff rushed over: "What are you doing! Don't do anything!"
More importantly, the flashing police lights in the distance clearly increased their speed and were heading this way!
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