Canghai returned to his melon stall, and saw Qi Yue sitting next to the melon stall, playing with his mobile phone while gnawing on something, and when he got closer, he immediately smelled a strong smell of spiced duck neck.

"Thank you!"

Canghai first thanked the owner of the fried rice stall next to him, and then sat down on a big watermelon behind the table, and saw that Qi Yue, the girl, was still playing with her mobile phone with her head down, so she stretched out her foot and kicked her.

"Hey, the melon was stolen!"

"Who, who stole my melon" Qi Yue immediately raised his head when he heard this, glanced around, and found that there was no one around but Canghai sitting next to him, so he reached out and patted his chest.

"What a fuss, it scared me!"

"You just scared me, you played the game so hard, I didn't know that the table was moved by others," Canghai said with a smile.

"Who would move your broken table with so many people," Qi Yue said and lowered his head again.

Canghai was thinking about what to say, turned his head to see that the two ancestors and grandchildren who were rubbing melons turned back again, the old lady and her little grandson stood next to the folding table, and the child once again stretched out his hand and took the two pieces of melon petals on the table and copied them in his hand, and ate them in a big gulp.

The old lady was still not polite, and took two more melons in her hands.

Qi Yue happened to look up and wanted to talk to Canghai at this time, and saw that the ancestors and grandsons picked up four small melons without saying a word, so he asked, "This is a melon for people to taste, do you want to buy it or not?"

The old lady was not happy to hear this: "Isn't this for people to taste?"

"This is a tasting, not for you to eat, I have been here for less than a quarter of an hour, you have come twice, and you have done this every time? If everyone is like you, will I still sell this melon?" Qi Yue asked angrily.

The old lady shouted at the top of her voice: "Isn't your melon just here for people to try? What's wrong with me and my little grandson eating your two slices of melon?"

"Okay, you always take the child away" Canghai saw the old lady's appearance and knew that it was not a good match, a typical small citizen, who did not take advantage of it every day, and today was a loss.

"Is your melon for people to try?"

The old lady also stiffened her neck, looking like a bear who eats your melon to give you face.

Canghai frowned.

Where will Qi Yue let people, stood up and said loudly: "The melon is a taste, but is there a taste like you, you have gone back and forth here twice in the past fifteen minutes, and each time you have a full hand, and there are no people like you on the street!"

"What am I, what am I?" said the old lady, in a louder voice.

"If you can't afford it, just play at the same time!" Qi Yue's voice was even louder.

As soon as the two of them quarreled like this, they immediately gathered around a group of people to watch the excitement, including some nearby stall owners who were idle.

"What kind of broken melon are you, it's not sweet!" said the old lady, annoyed, and threw the two melons in her hand directly to the ground.

Qi Yue snorted coldly: "It's not sweet, you still take the child back and forth a few times, when I'm blind!"

"How delicious your melons are!"

The old lady reached out and snatched two melons from her grandson's hand, fell to the ground again, and yelled at Qi Yue.

The little grandson was gnawing on the melon beautifully, and when he saw that the melon in his hand was gone, he immediately howled at the top of his throat, and reached out to the folding table while howling, ready to take another piece of melon to eat. However, the little grandson's hand did not reach the melon, so he was pulled by the old lady.

"Don't eat it, let's not eat this rotten melon!" the old lady angrily pulled her grandson out of the crowd.

At this time, some of the stall owners in the crowd began to scold the old lady.

"Old lady, don't go, you have been bringing your grandson over every night to rub melons three or four times these days, and you are going back so early today?"

Hahahaha!

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd around them.

In the midst of this laughter, the old lady pulled her grandson and ran faster.

Qi Yue looked at the backs of the grandparents and grandchildren, and snorted: "Finally, I am still a little ashamed, and I know that I have no face to run back."

Canghai looked at Qi Yue and persuaded: "Okay, isn't it just a few melons!"

"What do you call a few melons, this kind of person can't get used to it, it's still a habit to take advantage," Qi Yue said, sat down and continued to bow his head and play with his mobile phone.

The excitement was gone, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed.

Canghai was about to sit down when he suddenly heard a guest come to the door.

"This is a watermelon?"

Canghai raised his head and looked at the visitor and said with a smile: "Yes, the new variety of watermelon is on the market for the first time this year, you can try it."

As he spoke, he picked up the disposable gloves on the table, put them on quickly, and handed the watermelon to the visitor.

The visitor took the watermelon, first looked at it according to the light, and then put it to his lips and tasted it slowly, nodding his head while tasting it.

Canghai thinks this person is very interesting, others taste melons very quickly, this one is really slow as if he is tasting some kind of wine, not only eating but also looking at the melons in his hands, and from time to time he closes his eyes and savors.

"Your melon is very good, the sweetness is very special, let me ask if this melon is a new variety you have cultivated?"

After eating a piece of small melon for five or six minutes, the guest took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, and then asked Canghai.

Canghai replied directly: "It's not cultivated by me, it's cultivated by a breeding company, I'm just responsible for planting, so the melon hasn't been promoted yet."

"Bring me a melon, no, two!" the guest nodded and pointed at the pile of melons.

After speaking, the guest took out a card from his pocket, and bent his waist nearly ninety degrees with both hands: "This is my card!"

Canghai thought it was weird, but it was not good for people to send business cards and not accept them, so he stretched out his hands and bent down slightly to take the card.

Glancing at the card, Cang Hai understood why he thought this guest was strange, it turned out that this person was not Chinese but Japanese, and his name was Akio Matsuda.

To be honest, Canghai doesn't like the Japanese, mainly because of historical reasons, but this dislike hasn't risen to the level of not wanting to deal with the Japanese.

Canghai is not a believer in the Holy Mother's sect, he believes in the idea that there will be revenge if there is kindness, and revenge will be avenged. However, he will not look at every Japanese as a good thing like some radical anti-Japanese factions, you must know that history is that there are also Japanese who participated in the Chinese army's war of resistance against Japan, in other words, there are also good people among the Japanese, although there are few of them, but it cannot be said that there are none.

Anyway, Canghai is a little bit of a mustard for the Japanese, that's for sure. This kind of small mustard is reflected in the price of melons, that is, after the weight of two melons is weighed, Canghai is not cheap at all.

The little devil Matsuda Akio, whose Mandarin is more standard than many Chinese, did not mind, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the Canghai table, and paid the money.

Canghai moved the two melons off the scale, and he definitely couldn't move the two melons as an empty-handed little devil, of course, Canghai didn't enthusiastically send the melons to his home, but moved them to the side of the road and asked him how to move the melons home.

Akio Matsuda hadn't spoken yet, but there was a noise next to him.

At this time, Zhou Xinhui's mother also walked over, and when she saw such a situation, she stopped from afar, thought about it for a while, smiled slightly, turned around and retreated more than ten meters, hiding behind a small stall and looking around.

Canghai turned his head and found that the old lady had come over with two or three sturdy men just now, and the man with the head was big and round-waisted, and there was a tiger tattooed on his exposed arm.

"Mom, is this stall?" The tattooed man stood in front of Canghai's stall, stretched out his waist and pointed to Canghai's melon stall.

The old lady nodded and said, "This is the stall!"

As soon as the man stretched out his hand, he directly lifted the folding table: "Grass you x, you dare to bully my mother."

Cang Hai saw that the folding table fell directly towards Qi Yue, and immediately stretched out his leg and kicked the table, the table deviated from Qi Yue and fell to the ground, but the melon petals on the table were indeed scattered Qi Yue.

At this time, Qi Yue was frightened, her whole face turned white with fright, and the folding table fell past her body, breaking one of her sleeves.

The current Qi Yue can be said to be in shock.

Seeing that Canghai was quite quick to stretch out his hand, the man immediately raised his foot and kicked towards Canghai.

Seeing Qi Yue's appearance, Canghai's heart was already on fire, and he avoided the man's kick with a copy of his hand, and directly copied it, and then raised his leg to the leg where the man supported his body, and the man's body immediately couldn't stand, and his body fell.

At this time, the two idle men next to him immediately rushed towards Canghai when they saw it, Canghai knew that he couldn't play ruthlessly this time, so he directly stretched out his leg and kicked the crotch of the man who was lying down. Then he copied the scale on the ground in his hand, picked it up and threw it at one man, and at the same time turned around and threw himself at the other man.

One against three, Canghai can only fight at the vital point, a straight fist directly to the face of this man, the man is also often fighting, as soon as he sees the fist running to the face, he immediately stretched out his hand to open it, but Canghai's speed is too fast, although the man blocked Canghai's punch a little, but most of Canghai's fist still hit the bridge of his nose.

There was only a soft click, and the man squatted to the ground with his bleeding nose in his hands.

When Canghai turned to face the last man, he was already stunned, he looked at Canghai with an incredible look, he didn't expect that Canghai could knock down the two of them in just a few breaths.

Canghai is not surprising, Canghai in the northwest can never solve the two people so quickly, mainly because it is common for men in the northwest to fight, and the south is worse in this regard, especially these two people usually really bullied honest people, and they really rushed to fight for courage, and fought bravely and poorly Canghai was more than one grade.

Don't look at the tattoos, depicting dragons and phoenixes, in fact, they are a bunch of social garbage, just a bunch of low-level bastards, saying that the underworld looks down on them.

The speed of the end of this fight was beyond Canghai's expectations.

Canghai stared at the only man standing, and the man also stared at Canghai.

"You're waiting, I'm going to call someone."

As soon as the man turned his head, he actually spread his feet and ran away. Canghai who watched it was stunned.

"I let you smash me with a table!"

Canghai turned his head and saw that Qi Yue was like a grumpy lioness at this time, and kept kicking with his feet on the body of the leading man, scolding while kicking, and the place where he kicked was either his face or crotch.

It's no wonder that Miss Qi has suffered this crime when she is so old, and it is understandable that she is now like a mad tiger.

There were still onlookers in front, and now as soon as the three tattooed men came, the surrounding crowd began to detour, and even a few stall owners who said strange things did not come forward just now, and after Canghai overturned the two, these people slowly surrounded them.

From this point of view, the folk customs of the magic capital are far less fierce than those of the people in the northwest, and this is the three layers of the inner and outer three layers that have long been surrounded in the northwest. Here, only seven or eight people gathered around for half a day, and the rest looked lively from afar.

Canghai can't let Qi Yue kick violently, look at her, she is also a scoreless, if this kick is kicked in a place where it shouldn't be kicked, then it will be a big deal, so Canghai walked over and hugged Qi Yue and hugged her to the side.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"Dare to smash the old lady!"

Even if he was held by Canghai, Qi Yue was still kicking with two long legs.

Canghai finally persuaded Qi Yue to be quiet, and a few more people came over there, this time it was not a gangster, but a person in a navy blue uniform and a big-brimmed hat, and the tattooed man who had just escaped stood next to him.