Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 612: Finding Faults

Liu Zaicheng saw Ye Changqing rushing straight to the guard room angrily.

He was so scared that he reached out and grabbed Ye Changqing's arm: "Brother Ye, don't go. We can't afford to offend them."

Ye Changqing grabbed Liu Zaicheng's wrist and walked to the door of the guard room.

I saw two people in the guard room.

A burly man in his thirties with tattoos all over his arms is exercising with a barbell in one hand.

The other person was thin and weak, about 1.5 meters tall, and a bit older, probably in his forties.

He had a metal chain on his hand and was playing with two walnuts.

Ye Changqing dragged Liu Zaicheng to the door and asked, "Which of them hit you?

Tell me who hit me?"

Liu Zaicheng fell back and tried to pull Ye Changqing away: "This is Jiangkou City, we can't afford to offend them.

Let’s go!”

Seeing this, the thin and short man walked towards the door and said, "Don't ask, I took a taxi.

how?

You don't accept it?"

you?

Ye Changqing was stunned. This guy was too short and thin. He seemed like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Liu Zaicheng is about 1.75 meters tall and weighs about 150 to 160 kilograms.

It was so easy for him to beat this guy.

But Liu Zaicheng was actually beaten by him. Seeing Ye Changqing stunned, the short man curled his lips and said fiercely: "I tell you, it's useless for me to beat you.

It’s no use calling the police, I have someone inside.

I'll say you're disturbing the peace and I'll send you to jail in a minute!"

Ye Changqing said coldly: "We won't call the police!"

The short one looked at Ye Changqing coldly and said, "If you don't call the police, get out of here!

I want to transport ginger to this market.

I am tired of living!

What are you looking at?

You don't accept it, right? If you don't accept it, you will be beaten!"

He raised his face and yelled at Ye Changqing, cursing a few words, then suddenly stood on tiptoes and raised his hand to slap Ye Changqing in the face.

A cold light flashed in Ye Changqing's eyes, and he raised his leg and kneed the opponent in the chest. Bang~

There was a muffled sound.

The short man flew backwards more than two meters and fell to the ground.

Ah ~

The short man rolled on the ground like a madman, screaming miserably.

After a while.

He stopped, covered his chest with one hand, and stared at Ye Changqing with resentment: "You...you dare to fight back.

You are crazy, you dare to fight back against me.

You're really fucking tired of living..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Ye Changqing picked up the chair next to him and smashed it on his head.

Click~

The chair shattered into pieces. The short man lay on the ground, his head bleeding, clutching his head, and uttered a high-pitched cry of pain, as sharp as a rat's.

Ye Changqing came forward, holding a half-broken wooden stick: "Let me ask you, who is tired of living?"

The short man covered his head and shouted in fear: "Stop it, please stop it."

Ye Changqing squatted down: "Let me ask you, who is tired of living?"

The short man was so scared that he huddled up in a ball, holding his head and begging for mercy.

The tattooed man next to him stood up with a barbell: “He doesn’t dare to say it, so I said it.

You are tired of living.

I tell you, no one can get fresh ginger into the market.

No one dares to cause trouble in this market!"

Ye Changqing looked at the tattooed man who was approaching step by step and said, "I'm not causing any trouble. I'm here to wholesale fresh ginger.

This market belongs to the country.

The sign at the entrance of the market clearly states that anyone can sell fresh fruits and vegetables in this market.

Why are you preventing fresh ginger from entering the market?"

The tattooed man showed a sinister smile on his face: "You are so naive. Who is in charge of the national market?

Do you know who really manages the market?

How dare you transport fresh ginger to this market without even asking about the market rules?

If I don't teach you a lesson, you will never understand what the rules are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the barbell in his hand and smashed it down on Ye Changqing's head.

bang~

Ye Changqing kicked the tattooed man in the stomach.

The tattooed man took seven or eight steps back, his back hitting the wall.

Just stopped.

Then he covered his stomach and slowly squatted on the ground, with sweat on his forehead.

The muscles on his face were knotted together.

Trying your best to endure the pain that feels like abdominal cramps.

He spoke intermittently, "You dare to hit me, you... you actually dare to hit me... are you crazy?

You will regret this!

In the past fifteen years, no one has dared to bring a single piece of fresh ginger into this market.

Not just ginger, but also garlic, lotus root, and green onions.

Anyone who dares to break the rules will be in big trouble!"

Ye Changqing walked forward and slowly raised the half-broken stick in his hand: "I'm going to make you unlucky now!" As he finished speaking.

He raised his hand and smashed it down.

Click~

Half of the stick cracked.

The tattooed man covered his head, gritted his teeth, and screamed: "Ah~"

The sound was like slaughtering pigs during the Chinese New Year.

The sound is high-pitched, sharp and piercing.

Ye Changqing raised his hand and threw the half-broken stick to Liu Zaicheng, then turned and said, "Let's go in and sell vegetables!"

Liu Zaicheng's mind went blank, and he had only one feeling: he was going crazy.

Ye Changqing actually beat people here. What if they call more people?

What should I do if someone calls the police?

Ye Changqing walked out of the guard room, went to the barrier, kicked it in half, and then waved at the driver.

But the driver didn't dare to drive in.

He stuck his head out of the car window and said to Ye Changqing, "Boss, I'm just a driver, driving a truck to transport goods.

You kicked the barrier in half.

I don’t dare go in!”

Ye Changqing walked up to the car and said, "Get out. I'll drive in."

The driver was still frightened: "You can't do that either. If someone calls the police, what will we do when they come?

To put it simply, you have to pay for the parking barrier.

To put it in a broader sense, we can destroy property without being accused of anything!"

Liu Zaicheng also said: "Brother Ye, why don't we go to another vegetable market.

Something big is going to happen soon." Ye Changqing shook his head. If Ma Shuai hadn't given him an identity, he would have kept a low profile.

But now he has been given the identity of a traitor.

No matter how big the problem is, he is not afraid.

Reaching out and pulling the driver down, he said, “Stay away, this has nothing to do with you.

I'll drive in."

After saying that, he jumped into the car and drove directly into the market.

Liu Zaicheng followed the car worriedly.

He felt that something big was going to happen.

He now even regrets sticking to the countryside.

The market is divided into several areas.

Retail area, wholesale area, seafood, vegetables, fruits, meat...

The wholesale area was filled with large trucks, with very few empty spaces.

Ye Changqing drove the car and looked around, looking for an empty seat.

As the car moved forward, he noticed that the vegetable wholesalers at the stalls on both sides of the road saw the fresh ginger in his car.

They all gave me strange looks.

Everyone reacted this way.

Ye Changqing gradually realized that something was wrong, but he had no time to think about it. Finally, he saw an empty space. He drove into the space, parked the car, and pulled the handbrake.

Then he got out of the car, climbed onto the roof and lifted the tarpaulin.

Then get out and untie the rope.

Two snakeskin bags of fresh ginger were unloaded from the truck, opened and poured onto the concrete floor.

Liu Zaicheng walked up to him and said, "Brother, don't unload the goods yet. I don't feel right."

Along the way, he saw that all the wholesale vegetable owners were eager to buy fresh ginger as soon as they saw it entering the market.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

He watched the vehicles passing by as if he were looking at a monster.

There were several bosses following the car. When the car stopped, they stood not far away and talked.

He became increasingly worried.

Ye Changqing stopped unloading, turned around and looked around, and found that there were many people standing not far away, and the people in the distance were walking towards this side.

More and more people are watching.

He drove into the market mentally prepared, but he didn't expect such a big reaction from the crowd.

This is the time, no matter what is going to happen.

All continue.

He shouted to the surroundings: "Everyone please go away, don't disturb me from selling ginger."

Everyone shook their heads and discussed. "Does this guy really not understand, or is he deliberately trying to stir up trouble?"

“I remember that ginger seller more than ten years ago had his legs broken just because he came here to sell ginger.

Later, both the people and the car fell into the river."

"Be quiet, or someone might hear you."

"I guess this person is from out of town, and it's his first time doing business. He's a complete greenhorn."

"You can't even save your life, and you don't know what will happen."

……

Liu Zaicheng became even more panicked and pulled Ye Changqing's arm: "Let's go, let's drive away.

I won't go back to the countryside. I will work in the city and be a wage earner for the rest of my life.

I would rather not be able to marry, not be able to buy a house, and live alone until the end of my life."

Ye Changqing shook his head: "That's not the case. A pound of ginger is sold to the harvesters at one yuan per pound. The village director adds two cents, and the ginger collector adds fifty cents.

This is one dollar and seventy cents.

But today the price is nine yuan and twenty cents per pound.

I want to calculate where the remaining seven yuan and fifty cents went?

Who made this money? "

Liu Zaicheng pleaded with a bitter face: "Brother, I'm afraid that the two of us with more than 100 kilograms will be left here.

I'm afraid of dying here.

75 cents and you can go wherever you want.

Let’s not care about it!”

The two men were talking when the crowd of onlookers parted.

A man with an armband on his arm walked in and walked straight towards Ye Changqing and Liu Zaicheng.

Walking to a pile of fresh ginger, the man bent down, picked up the ginger, looked at it, then raised his hand and threw it on the ground. He clapped his hands.

Pointing at the fresh ginger on the ground, he asked Ye Changqing: "Whose fresh ginger is this?"

Ye Changqing saw that the other party was not here to buy ginger, and said calmly: "My, who are you?"

The man pulled up his cuffs and said, "My last name is Zhang Laiyuan, and I'm the manager of this market.

Let me tell you this.

I have the final say in this market.”

Ye Changqing said calmly: "Oh, I see."

Zhang Laiyuan frowned. He didn't expect this guy to react so calmly.

He felt the need to be tough with Ye Changqing: "Does your fresh ginger have a certificate?"

Certificate of conformity?

Ye Changqing frowned: "What certificate?" He grew up in the countryside, and this was the first time he heard that agricultural products needed a certificate.

He felt it was ridiculous.

The people around had different reactions, and some people whispered.

"Zhang Paopi is going to be skinned alive. This guy is going to be in big trouble."

"Zhang Bapi is getting more and more arrogant. He used to find a decent excuse, but now he just spouts nonsense."

……

Zhang Laiyuan pointed at the ginger on the ground and said: "There is a lot of ginger now.

Too much pesticide is used, and the residual pesticides affect the fresh ginger and the health of the consumers.

Without a certificate, I dare not let you sell it here. If something goes wrong, I can't bear the consequences."

Ye Changqing sneered: "Are you overthinking it? The pesticides will only affect the leaves and vines above.

What I sell is ginger, and there is absolutely no pesticide on it!" Zhang Laiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, with disdain in his eyes: "What do you mean absolutely?

Nothing in the world is absolute.

Even if you spray pesticides on the leaves and vines.

Won't the sprayed pesticides fall onto the fresh ginger?"

He wants to cause trouble, and he can find fault even in an egg.

Even if the ginger seller said something fancy, he could still find an excuse to cause trouble.

He has plenty of ways to make a living.

Ye Changqing stared at Zhang Laiyuan coldly: "I say again, not a single drop will fall on the fresh ginger.

I don't know if there is anything absolute in the world.

But this one thing is absolute.”

Zhang Laiyuan raised his eyebrows. With so many vendors around watching him, this guy actually challenged his authority.

He suddenly became angry: "How come not a drop fell on the fresh ginger?

I have seen pesticide spraying on TV, and the pesticide turns into water mist and is sprayed out.

When the wind blows, it flies everywhere.

How come it doesn’t spill onto the fresh ginger?

Could it be that fresh ginger grows underground?"

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Yes, fresh ginger grows underground.

You don’t even know this! "

Growing underground?

Zhang Laiyuan was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically.

His face turned black and red.

Fresh ginger actually grows underground.

It felt like I was slapped in the face in front of all the vegetable vendors in the market.

Lost face.

He suddenly became angry and said, "Even if you are qualified, let me ask you.

How much do you sell it for per pound?

Ye Changqing said coldly: "What's your business how much I sell it for per pound?"

Zhang Laiyuan roared, "I'm the market manager, so of course I want to know how much your fresh ginger sells for per kilogram.

Private price raising is absolutely not allowed.

Profiteering is not permitted.

We must ensure the stability of people's food supply."

Ye Changqing began to wonder how much fresh ginger actually sold for.

The price of the land is one yuan per kilogram.

Liu Yishou produced 30,000 kilograms of ginger from his fields in one year.

I earn two yuan per pound, 60,000 yuan a year, and more than 5,000 yuan a month.

Although it is not high, it is much better than earning ten cents per pound of ginger.

Soon he had an ideal price.

He stretched out three fingers and waved them at Zhang Laiyuan: "Three yuan a pound!"

Three yuan per pound?

As soon as the words came out.

There was a commotion among the crowd of onlookers.

The retail price of ginger in the market is 9.2 yuan per catty, and the wholesale price is 7 yuan per catty.

This guy actually sells it for three yuan per pound, which is four yuan cheaper than the wholesale price.

Is this crazy?

The price of fresh ginger is about to hit rock bottom!

Zhang Laiyuan was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "The wholesale price of fresh ginger in the market is seven yuan.

You sell it for three yuan per pound.

Your price is too low!

Disrupting market order.

Disrupting vegetable market prices!

I'll call the industrial and commercial department right now to check you out!

You can expect to be fined till you lose everything you own!"