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Chapter 3: Shameless Old Man
"You must have seen it wrong. How could she have the money to buy such nice clothes and take a plane after she left the Su family? I guess she's crying in some little corner right now."

Su Moer also looked over and rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Let's not talk about her. My grandfather's birthday is coming soon. Which auction did you mention last time? Are there antiques with collectible value being sold? I'll go buy them. Grandpa will definitely like them."

Su Moer took her friend's hand and wanted to leave.

I don’t want my mood to be affected by seeing a figure that looks like Su Qian.

At this time, Su Qian had already passed security check.

Walking towards the terminal hall.

I turned around inadvertently and recognized Su Moer at a glance.

but.

She just glanced at Su Moer indifferently and then looked away.

I don't want to get too entangled with Su Moer.

After boarding the plane, Su Qian leaned comfortably in his seat and closed his eyes slightly.

"It's so good to be rich," Su Qian thought to herself.

After getting off the plane.

Su Qian took a taxi to the address Jiang Xiaoyu gave her.

There is a large area of ​​wasteland near the community where Grandpa Jiang grows a lot of fruits and vegetables. Every day he goes early to pick fresh vegetables and sell them at the market.

These vegetables are pesticide-free and healthy, and his business is the best in the market.

vegetable market.

A bald man, hands in his pockets, swaggered up to Grandpa Jiang's stall and looked down at him.

"Old Jiang, isn't it time to pay this month's stall fee?" the bald man shouted at the top of his lungs.

This bald guy is a local tyrant at the market.

They often ask these vendors for "stall fees".

Grandpa Jiang frowned, stopped arranging the vegetables, and looked up. "Didn't I just pay the stall fee last week?"

The bald man chuckled, a mocking look on his face: "You handed that over to the market, but you haven't handed mine over yet!"

"Yours? You're not collecting stall fees, why should I give you money?"

A hint of doubt and dissatisfaction flashed in Grandpa Jiang's eyes.

"Hmph, I'm the nephew of the market owner. In this area, I'm the boss! Everyone else got a share, why are you the only one getting special treatment?"

The bald man crossed his arms, looking every bit the "local tyrant."

"I earn these vegetables through hard work and have paid all the fees I was owed honestly."

Grandpa Jiang's wrinkled face was full of vicissitudes. "You...you're obviously trying to extort money from me, aren't you?"

"Oh, you dare to talk back?"

The bald man took a step forward, closing in on Grandpa Jiang, "If you don't pay me today, don't even think about setting up your stall here!"

As he spoke, he kicked over the bamboo basket containing green vegetables next to him, scattering the tender green vegetables all over the ground.

"you……"

Grandpa Jiang's eyes instantly reddened.

He reached out his hand, trembling, to pick up the vegetables on the ground, but the bald man grabbed his arm.

"Old Jiang, don't be ungrateful!"

The bald man said menacingly, "I call the shots in this market. If you don't obediently pay up, you'll regret it!"

The vendors exchanged glances.

No one wanted to step forward and speak up for Grandpa Jiang.

Several vendors even wore gloating expressions.

Grandpa Jiang didn't want to cause trouble, so he simply gave up the vegetables.

They pushed their tricycle toward the entrance of the vegetable market.

“Old Jiang, it’s just a stall fee, why are you so stubborn? If you offend him, how will you stay in this market?”

"That's right."

One of the vendors selling roasted sweet potatoes said sarcastically, "Old Jiang, look at how old you are, don't try to steal our business. You should go home and enjoy your retirement."

"That's right, we're already buried up to our necks in the earth, what are we doing?"

"You...you guys are going too far!"

Uncle Jiang's face turned red.

He wasn't stupid; he could easily tell that the vendors were ganging up on him. "Stop talking nonsense!"

The bald man said impatiently, "You have to pay today, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

"We're all neighbors, let's not make things too ugly, Uncle Jiang, you should just pay."

"Even if you're old, you can't break the rules of our market."

"That's right, everyone else pays, but you're the only one who gets special treatment."

The other vendors also watched Grandpa Jiang with schadenfreude.

Grandpa Jiang gripped the tricycle handle tightly.

He was shaking with anger.

Without saying a word, the bald man came over and tried to kick Grandpa Jiang's tricycle, cursing, "I'll teach you to park here, I'll teach you to park here!"

Su Qian also happened to arrive at the vegetable market at this time.

"The old man who sells fruits and vegetables."

There weren't many people at the market at the time, and I spotted Grandpa Jiang setting up his stall right away.

I took a picture of Jiang Xiaoyu to confirm.

Jiang Xiaoyu (Apocalypse Survival): "[Excited] That's right, that's my grandpa! Ah, is my grandpa being bullied?"

After reading the message, Su Qian noticed that a bald middle-aged man was kicking Grandpa Jiang's tricycle with a fierce expression.

"What are you doing? How can you bully an old man?"

Su Qian rushed forward in one step.

He grabbed the large iron ladle from the tofu pudding stall next door and swung it at that round head.

There was a clang.

The iron spoon hit him hard on the head.

The bald man cried out "Ouch!" and covered his head with both hands, a pained expression on his face.

Everyone around was stunned.

Even Su Qian herself was a little nervous, as it was her first time hitting someone.

Su Qian's heart pounded wildly.

Quickly take out your phone and start recording.

Enraged, the bald man, ignoring the pain in his head, tried to snatch Su Qian's phone, yelling, "You brat, how dare you hit me and record a video! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Su Qian nimbly took a few steps back, held her phone high, and said loudly:

"Don't do anything reckless. If you keep doing this, I'll send this video to the market management department and the police, and let them judge and see how you're bullying an old person."

Seeing this, the other vendors were a little panicked.

The menacing aura that had been looming just moments before suddenly weakened.

Although the bald uncle was angry.

But he didn't dare to make any more rash moves, and just said fiercely, "Don't meddle in other people's business. I'm just asking him to pay a stall fee."

"Do I need to pay a stall fee?"

Su Qian glared at them and said, "Is this how you ask for a stall fee? You're clearly bullying an elderly person, it's too much!"

"Girl, forget it."

Uncle Jiang was so moved that his eyes were red.

Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Don't cause trouble because of me."

"Grandpa, don't be afraid, I've already called the police," Su Qian said, staring intently at the vendors.

These words were, of course, meant to comfort Grandpa Jiang.

The situation was urgent, and she didn't have time to call the police.

"Oh, trying to scare me?"

The bald man arrogantly said, "I didn't do anything to this old man. What can the police do to me?"

Su Qian looked at his arrogant demeanor.

I felt a little nervous.

The bald man realized that the little girl was just putting on an act.

He strode forward.

He walked towards Uncle Jiang and Su Qian with a menacing look.

(End of this chapter)