Jiang Yanqing also felt the gazes above her head, and she complained in her heart, is it that Fang Mingxiao and she are incompatible? Why do she always make a fool of herself in front of him?
But before Jiang Yanqing could figure out what was going on, she suddenly heard a child crying, "I want to eat grapes, I want to eat, wuah wuah..."
Then, another woman's voice came, and she persuaded him in a flattering tone, "Xiao Hu, be good. These grapes are not tasty. They are so sour that they make my teeth fall out."
The boy named Xiaohu shouted, "No, no, I want to eat it, buy it for me quickly."
The woman sighed and asked helplessly, "Boss, how much are these grapes?"
Jiang Yanqing heard the voice and was about to stand up, but Fang Mingxiao had already walked over and replied, "40 cents a pound, one dollar for three pounds."
The woman had a shocked expression on her face and said exaggeratedly, "It's so expensive, you are robbing me!"
Fang Mingxiao himself didn't know how to do business, so he replied stiffly, "That's the price."
When the woman heard this, she immediately turned her suppressed anger towards the child onto Fang Mingxiao, yelling, "What's your attitude? You're selling grapes for so much! Ten cents a pound! Give me a pound!"
Fang Mingxiao's eyes grew colder. Jiang Yanqing stood up, looked at the woman with a half-smile, and said, "Not for sale."
Jiang Yanqing could say some unpleasant words, but when she thought about it, she realized that she still had to do business and there was no point in getting entangled with such people, so she was too lazy to waste her breath.
However, the woman was already upset when she saw her son crying, and was rejected by Fang Mingxiao and Jiang Yanqing, which made her even more upset. She yelled, "If you don't sell it, I will report you to the Industry and Commerce Bureau."
Jiang Yanqing extended her hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Go quickly, and ask for me if forced purchase is against the rules."
The woman held the child and wanted to leave angrily, but Xiaohu was still yelling, "I want to eat grapes. I won't leave unless you buy them for me."
Jiang Yanqing looked at the crying child coldly, and did not tell him that he could taste the grapes for free. It was best not to deal with such a customer. If he did, there might be subsequent troubles.
After crying for a while in front of the stall, the woman finally couldn't bear it anymore. She took out the wrinkled money from her trouser pocket, counted out 40 cents and handed it over, "Give me a pound. I'm telling you, don't cheat on me, or I'll go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to sue you."
Just at this moment, two more people gathered around. Jiang Yanqing couldn't refuse this business, so she asked Fang Mingxiao to take the money and weigh one kilogram for the woman.
As soon as Xiaohu took the packed grapes, he plucked two and stuffed them into his mouth. While chewing, he mumbled, "So sweet, so delicious."
After hearing this, the two people next to him quickly took out their money and bought three pounds each, which was considered as a publicity stunt for Jiang Yanqing.
The woman left with the child, but Jiang Yanqing didn't take it to heart and continued selling grapes. It was hot at noon and not many people came out, so the sales were much slower than in the morning.
Jiang Yanqing even wanted to go back and rest for a while before coming out again, but when she thought about the trouble of going back and forth, she was too lazy to move.
Especially, it is inconvenient for the body and it is very uncomfortable to walk back and forth.
About an hour later, the woman who had just bought the grapes came running over crying and shouting, followed by a tall and strong man, and the little boy who had just become full of energy was being held in her arms.
Jiang Yanqing could vaguely hear the woman saying, "Those two people. I said I didn't want to buy grapes, but they insisted. Woohoo, they're killing Xiaohu."
Jiang Yanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Fang Mingxiao. See, trouble is coming.
Soon, the woman ran to Jiang Yanqing, crying and shouting, "Murderer, you have no conscience, you killed my son."
As he was about to overturn the bamboo basket filled with grapes, Jiang Yanqing grabbed the basket and said angrily, "Who did I kill?"
The woman was frightened by Jiang Yanqing's eyes, and then she reacted and said, "The grapes you sold killed my son. You have to pay me, pay me."
Jiang Yanqing glanced at the child in the man's arms. His face was purple and he seemed to be no longer breathing. He turned around and replied, "If you're sick, take him to the hospital. Have you ever seen grapes kill someone? Whoever cries first doesn't have the right!"
The woman's mind was now filled with the thought of asking Jiang Yanqing to pay her back. She retorted, "My son ate grapes he bought from you and suddenly started convulsing all over. He's dying, and you still refuse to admit it."
As the two of them were making such a fuss on the street, people soon gathered around to watch. One of them spoke up, "This kid looks like he's in trouble. There's something wrong with the grapes you're selling. You have to take responsibility, little girl."
Jiang Yanqing looked over and saw an old man. At this moment, Fang Mingxiao's cold voice rang out, "This child has epilepsy. If he is sent to the hospital now, he can still be saved. If it's too late, even a great immortal will be powerless to save him."
As soon as these words came out, the scene instantly fell silent. The woman said in disbelief, "You are just trying to shirk responsibility. My son has always been alive and well. How could he have epilepsy?"
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