Seeing that the shop owner had taken the bait, Shi Qian told him to come back next week and then transferred 20,000 yuan to the shop owner. 10,000 yuan was for the bag of goods he wanted and 10,000 yuan was a tip for the shop owner in advance.
Seeing that Shi Qian was a generous person, the shop owner readily agreed to help him get things done.
Shi Qian carried the bag of goods, took a taxi, and returned to the hotel.
With the shop issue resolved, the next step is finding a place to rent.
He had already thought of a few places, and now that he had some free time, he planned to visit them all and try to finalize the decision in the next couple of days.
He added the agent's contact information and visited more than a dozen agencies over two days, but he wasn't satisfied with any of them. It seems he won't be able to find one this week.
Shi Qian checked out of the hotel, carrying a large bag of goods, intending to throw them all away.
As Shi Qian passed by the central park, he saw two or three tattooed, blond-haired youths surrounding an elderly man with white hair, cursing and swearing as if they were looking for trouble.
Shi Qian didn't want to get involved and turned to walk in another direction, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the old man being pushed and falling to the ground. He sighed and turned back.
"This is our territory, old man. If you want to beg here, you have to pay us protection money! 100 a day, not a penny less!"
"I don't care if you have money or not! If you don't have money, you can't set up your stall!"
As he spoke, he kicked over the coin jar in front of the old man, scattering coins all over the ground.
"I'm not... I'm not begging, I'm performing, I'm performing..."
"Stop talking nonsense, isn't performing for money just begging?"
"Either give me the money, or get out!"
As he spoke, he kicked the violin next to the old man and said disdainfully, "You're a beggar now, yet you still pretend to be something you're not with, playing an instrument like this. It looks alright, so I'll use this to pay off the protection money for now."
After saying that, he tried to take the instrument away, but the old man held on tightly and was kicked a few times by the people next to him. He cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch!"
"stop!"
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