Fang Zhiqiang was so angry that he was shaking all over. Seeing so many gangsters sitting here, who would dare to come in and buy things? But in front of the police, the bald man was so confident, and his words were full of naked pride and threats.

Fang Zhi endured it again and again, trying to control his anger, and said to Brother Zhao: "Comrade police, these people will affect our business here, can you please let them leave?"

From the beginning to the end, this Brother Zhao, including the several policemen behind him, said they were here to deal with the problem, but they were just like watching the excitement at this stop, and they did not say a few words at all. , Fang Zhiqiang already knew in his heart that it was probably impossible to count on these people. But he didn't want to give up any hope. After all, it was related to the life and death of his store. He couldn't do nothing and let these people destroy his business and waste his hard work.

Looking at the bald head, he looked at him again, smacking his lips and showing a troubled expression: "We can't do anything about your problem." He pointed at the bald head: "If they are really here There is trouble here, smashing, robbing, etc. that affects your business, then we can definitely detain them, but Yongzi is right, they have done nothing here. There is no illegal or criminal behavior, and we can't do it casually Interfering with other people's free activities?" He said with a smile: "You said that we can help you persuade them to leave, but if they don't listen, then there is nothing we can do, don't you think?"

Fang Zhiqiang's heart was completely chilled. The bald man called this policeman Brother Zhao, and Brother Zhao also called him Yongzi. Why should we explain this relationship clearly? All his efforts were in vain, these people were just hooking up, and no one cared about his life or death.

Brother Zhao saw that he had a dark face and was silent, so he didn’t intend to care about him. He turned around to greet a few of his subordinates and left. Then as he left, he symbolically said to the bald man named Yongzi: "You should also be careful and don't delay other people's business."

"No." The bald head led everyone and said loudly in unison: "Brother Zhao, go away."

Brother Zhao shook his head and ignored it. He took out the police record book and wrote on it, then handed it to Fang Zhiqiang for signature.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at the police record and couldn’t understand what was written on it with Brother Zhao’s flying handwriting. He didn’t even want to answer the call. The gangsters greeted each other uniformly. Fang Zhiqiang heard There was no doubt that there was naked provocation and sarcasm in Qiang's ears, and his heart was about to bleed.

Brother Zhao didn’t care. Seeing that he didn’t intend to sign, he simply put the book away, put it in his arms, waved to a few police officers, and they got into the patrol car, and the car drove away.

The bald man laughed loudly and very happily.

Fang Zhiqiang didn’t know what he was doing amidst the bald head’s laughter.Step by step, I turned around and walked back to the store. He knew that he lost this round, badly. He was still too naive. He really thought that he could make a career out of his hard work, but the reality gave him such a hard slap. His heart hurt like never before at that moment.

This morning, the fresh food supermarket had its worst business day since it opened. The whole morning, the store’s turnover was only thirty-five yuan. This was when the store was first opened in the morning. Baldhead and the others hadn't come yet at that time, but there were a few people who came to buy groceries. Without these thirty-five yuan, their turnover this morning would be zero.

No one spoke in the whole store. The usual laughter and noise were completely shrouded in gloom and gloom. The little girls had mopped the floor over and over again, and the things on the shelves were also gone. After cleaning it many times, the entire store is so clean that it can be used as a mirror. They also all know that as long as those people at the door don't leave, no one will come to visit. They can only do these things over and over again, otherwise the atmosphere will be even more depressing once they stop.

But those people at the door seemed not to feel anything at all, and just kept sitting there. The sun gradually rose, and they sat there motionless. The bald man made a phone call, and soon someone drove over, took out boxes of water from the car, and distributed it to each of them one by one. At noon, someone actually came over with lunch boxes to distribute to them.

This is basically organized and planned, completely prepared, and even prepared for a protracted war. Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but admire him: He was so virtuous and capable, but such a small shop was worthy of being treated like this. Qin Xiaojun can be regarded as spending a lot of money.

These gangsters all know that they need to eat, and Fang Zhiqiang cannot let the clerks go hungry. Although he himself has no thought or appetite, there are still about ten people. He said to the shop assistants: "You guys wait here, I'll go buy food and come back and let's eat and rest." He knew clearly that if he called someone to order takeout, they wouldn't dare to deliver it, so he had to go out by himself.

“Boss, it’s better not to go out, it’s too dangerous.” The clerks tried to persuade him. Fang Zhiqiang shook his head with a wry smile: "They all know how to eat, so I don't believe they can let us starve to death?" With that, he walked out determinedly.

When the bald man saw him coming out, he did not stop him or do anything else. He actually greeted him with a smile: "Are you going out to eat?"

Fang Zhiqiang ignored him. , clenched his fists, and left step by step.

The business on the whole street is lively and bustling. It is the time for lunch. Basically, there are people in all the stores, both shopping and eating. Only his store, It was deserted and lifeless.

Walking to the small restaurant nearby, Fang Zhiqiang asked the old manBan packed a ten-cent box lunch and took it back. When the boss saw him, he asked in surprise: "What's going on in your store? Someone doesn't want you to do business? Why don't you find someone to find a solution quickly?"

What solution can you think of? Fang Zhiqiang really doesn’t know what to do now. He smiled bitterly and didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to explain at all.

Walking back with a lot of boxed lunches, Baldhead and the others had already finished eating. When they saw Fang Zhiqiang coming back, they actually said with a smile: "Hey, there's a lot to eat."

Fang Zhiqiang really admires his thick skin, he seems to be capable of being a gangster, and such psychological quality is indispensable. He didn't want to say another word to this person, so he walked back to the store with his lunch box. The bald man's smiling voice sounded behind him: "Look, I didn't stop you when you came in and out. We just sat here with you. Why are you so angry? You shouldn't be so stingy in business. This is not the way to do business. Yes, I can still eat today, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to eat tomorrow.”

The meaning of these words is obvious: they will keep doing this until Fang Zhiqiang’s store is destroyed. Knock it down until he can no longer eat or survive.

Fang Zhiqiang resisted the urge to throw the food in his face and walked back.