"Hey, Cannon, why are you still selling pork here?"

In the vegetable market in the morning, Jiang Dongliu saw Guo Dalu holding a cigarette butt again, his eyes narrowed slightly, his hands waving a big knife, and he quickly cut and packed pork with a piece of pork in his hand.

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Guo Dalu raised his eyes and saw Jiang Dongliu, squinted and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense? This is my stall, where am I not going here?"

Jiang Dongliu laughed and said: "Dalu, you can't make a few dollars a day selling pork here, where is it easy to write books to make money? If you want me to say, you might as well go home and concentrate on writing books." ”

"Dry bird feathers!"

Guo Dalu didn't look at Jiang Dongliu, "I don't sell pork, what do you eat?"

He raised the bone chopping knife in his hand and pointed to a few pork stalls not far away, "You dare to eat these dead pork sold from waste?"

Guo Dalu was a loud voice, and when he shouted like this, half of the people in the vegetable market heard it, and they all stopped and looked at a few meat stalls next to him.

At this time, the owners of several meat stalls next to them were gone.

"Hey, I said Guo Cannon, what do you mean?"

A big fat man with a big shoulder and a round waist lifted the bone chopping knife in his hand and shouted: "Guo Cannon, don't fucking fart! Who do you say sells dead pork?"

Another guy who looked thick and strong, like a half-cut water tank, took the meat and scolded loudly: "Who the sold dead pork?

"Shouting, dare not admit it!"

Guo Dalu wrinkled his eyebrows and glared, carrying two bone chopping knives and walking to the pork stall of the big fat man nearby, "Lao Tzu said that you sold dead pork, what can you do?"

He pointed a knife at the big fat man's nose and scolded: "Your mother, look at your pork, it is not gray or white, at first glance, it is just to get meat from a dead pig, maybe how did you die!

"Those who engage in quarantine are also waste, and they may not have received any benefits from you, so they will turn a blind eye to you!"

"Those who wear big hats don't care about you, but your grandfather Guo can't tolerate you!"

Guo Dalu pointed at the big fat man and scolded, "Today I will say that you sold dead pork, what can you do?"

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the crowd of onlookers.

This vegetable market is in the middle of the five nearby communities, the business is very hot, the people who come to buy vegetables in the morning are nearby residents, Guo Dalu said that these meat stalls that buy dead pork, everyone on the scene has basically bought pork there.

Now hearing Guo Dalu roaring like this, everyone is angry.

"Really?"

"If this is true, these pork sellers have a bad conscience!"

"I said that I bought his meat two days ago, and after eating it, it turned out to be dead pork!

A bald old man with a big belly blushed and asked Guo Dalu, "Little brother, is what you said true?"

Guo Dalu said: "When did Guo Ye tell a lie? Let me tell you, all the butchers in this vegetable market, except for me, none of them are clean, they either sell water-infused pork, or sell dead pork, and some sell dog meat, and take fox meat as dog meat to sell, this method is also absolutely perfect!"

Guo Dalu shouted: "I've said it a few times, but few of them listened! You deserve to eat dead meat!"

The crowd of onlookers was a little unhappy.

"What do you mean we deserve to eat dead meat? Who knows if what you're saying is true?"

"That's right, maybe he sells problem meat by himself, in this era, there are more thieves shouting to catch thieves!"

However, some people said good things for Guo Dalu, "Hey, I don't know about others, but I know the kid Cannon, this kid sells things sincerely, never lacks catties and short taels, and the meat he sells is also fresh, I believe him!"

For a while, there was everything in the crowd, and the vegetable market, which was originally chaotic, became more and more chaotic at this time.

When Guo Dalu spoke, the tall fat man on the other side breathed fire in his eyes, and his hand holding the bone chopping knife couldn't help trembling, "Guo Dacang, do you want to die?"

"Ho!"

Guo Dalu squinted at the big fat man, his eyes aimed at the knife in the big fat man's hand, "What, you still want to use the knife with Guo Ye?"

Guo Dalu pursed his lips, with a disdainful expression on his face, "You dare to kill a pig with me, a person who kills live pigs?"

As he spoke, he picked up the bone chopping knife in his hand and slashed at a round vegetable mound on the meat stall.

The diameter of this vegetable pier is not three feet, but also two feet seven or eight, and the thickness must be twenty centimeters.

This is a part of the tree that is cut off horizontally from the trunk of the tree, and it is also the root part of the tree, and the wood is thick and compact, and it is extremely durable.

Such a willow wood vegetable pier, some people can even use it for a lifetime and not use it.

But such a big vegetable pier was stabbed down by Guo Dalu, and it was forcibly split in half.

You must know that what he has in his hand is only a bone chopping knife, not a big axe for splitting wood, not to mention that even if it is a big axe, ordinary people are unwilling to split such a large tree stump.

"Wow!"

There was another uproar at the scene.

The big fat man on the opposite side sat on the chair in fright, not daring to speak more, and even the stout man in front of the other meat stall did not dare to say anything more.

The reason why Guo Dalu is called Guo Cannon in the vegetable market is because he doesn't speak the door, he dares to say anything, and everyone is offended.

This guy is too righteous, there is nothing in this world that he doesn't dare to say, and he has offended a lot of people.

The most direct means for the people at the bottom to solve their grievances is to use violence, because Guo Dalu "fired" at them, causing a group of pork sellers to find a group of people to block Guo Dalu on the way, ready to give Guo Dalu a little color.

Who knew that more than a dozen people surrounded Guo Dalu and one person, but in the end, they were all put down by Guo Dalu, and everyone's legs were broken.

Guo Dalu didn't stop at this, and he was stunned to let him destroy the underground forces that had been entrenched in Baolan City for more than ten years, from the gang leader to the bottom gangsters, all of whom were broken by him and thrown into the trash.

It is said that the reason why the gang leader called "Qingpi" is now full of gold teeth is because all his original teeth have been knocked out by Guo Dalu.

This time, everyone was afraid of Guo Dalu, no matter what he said, these people could only endure it.

The reason why these meat stall owners reacted violently today is because they are all newcomers, and as for the people who used to sell meat here, they have long since changed places and left.

If you want to make trouble in front of Guo Dalu and sell some shoddy things, it requires a strong psychological quality.

Guo Dalu is famous in the entire vegetable market, and it has a deterrent effect than some land, ruffians, hooligans, and hooligans.

Now after Guo Dalu split the vegetable pier of the guy opposite with a knife, he took out a few hundred yuan from his pocket, "Lose your vegetable pier money!"

Jiang Dongliu, who came over next to him, couldn't cry or laugh, "Cannon, why are you so bothered? You make this move, good guy, all the money from selling pork today has been spent! What are you trying to do?"

"Dry bird feathers!"

Guo Dalu said: "What's the picture? I'll just make a good time!"