This street is full of stalls, and you can see noisy customers everywhere, but the stall on the far right and the best position, there is a table of customers in the desertion, and the silence is quite eye-catching. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a period of silence, Bao Qingsong glanced at Zhang Jingjing and asked tentatively: "Who is this ......?"

"Zhang Jingjing, my daughter-in-law. Feng Yiming smiled reluctantly, "Brother Bao, don't be stingy, you have to give a meeting gift." ”

"Hey, I'm really going to live with you, I came directly from the office building today, and I really didn't have a good greeting gift. Bao Qingsong dug up and down, and said embarrassedly: "Brother and sister, make up for it next time." ”

"No problem, but with interest. Feng Yiming said casually: "Anyway, Wu Zhen's kid gave away a whole set of things from the chain store, Brother Bao, you can do it." ”

"Don't worry, you won't be compared to that kid. Bao Qingsong smiled and nodded, and then asked, "Then the two of you are here today?"

From Feng Yiming's angry and corrupt actions just now, Bao Qingsong seems to see some hope, the business of the children of cadres has always become a trigger point for social contradictions, but on the road to Feng Yiming's rise, there is no obvious act of using power for personal gain.

Feng Wei'an's transfer to Xinzha and Feng Yiming's investment is not unsolvable, if Secretary Wen can get the "holy decree", it is not a big problem, the key is whether the investment is qualified to let Secretary Wen ask for the "holy decree".

Feng Yiming glanced at Bao Qingsong with a smile, raised his wine glass and touched it without speaking.

Bao Qingsong was about to continue the temptation, when suddenly a noise sounded around him, followed by the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and the crying of the stall owner.

"What a howl! Zhang Laosan, it's not that we don't show affection, you have delayed this month's management fee again and again, and now it's almost 2004, and you still haven't paid it!" A young man with a gold chain around his neck kicked the vegetables on the side away, "If you don't pay the money, get out, I want the brothers to drink the northwest wind!"

Seeing the poor boss nodding and pleading, Zhang Jingjing frowned and asked in a low voice, "Management fee?" ”

"What do you mean it's not, it's definitely not. Feng Yiming sneered: "Which staff is so conscientious, come to collect management fees at night, the so-called management fee is called in writing, and everyone usually calls it protection fee." ”

Embarrassed in front of outsiders, especially when the other party may invest, Bao Qingsong turned his head a few times in annoyance, and was about to speak, when suddenly Feng Yiming grabbed his arm and shook his head gently.

"It's happening everywhere. Feng Yiming said in a low voice: "It's almost time for us to disperse, there are some things to discuss on the phone, go back to Brother Bao and go to Jianghe, I'll pull Wu Zhen out and get together together." ”

"Okay. Bao Qingsong smiled reluctantly, took out his wallet and called the boss to prepare to settle the bill, but he didn't expect several young people with purple and red heads surrounding him, looking unkind.

"This stall has no ...... The right to operate is an unlicensed operation, you are considered a ......" A young man stammered under the guidance of others: "Even if you buy stolen goods, you have to be fined!"

Bao Qingsong's face twitched slightly, he came alone today, don't say it's not good-looking, the key is that the location is too remote, and no one can be found to settle the matter for a while, besides, if it is rumored that the newly appointed secretary and the little ruffian are fighting, it will be a laughing stock.

"How much?" Bao Qingsong's eyes were cold, and he turned his head to look at the leader, seeing that I can't kill you when I turn around.

The young man stretched out his palm, "Don't bargain, two thousand yuan!"

"How much?" Bao Qingsong's hand froze when he took out his wallet, even if this table of dishes was put in the city, it would cost at most a hundred yuan, and he dared to multiply it twenty times!

"I said it all, this is a fine! Who asked you to buy stolen goods!" The young man pointed to Feng Yiming and Zhang Jingjing, who were about to leave, "Who let you go, two thousand yuan each!"

Feng Yiming and Bao Qingsong looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Bao, the environment in Xinzha is a bit bad, so you still encourage me to come over?" Feng Yiming hung up the phone to Song Yi and whispered: "Although it is a suburb, it is a tourist gathering area, and the impact of making such a disturbance is too bad." ”

Bao Qingsong touched his head and lowered his head, only to feel that his face was gloomy, "Where are you Qingping!"

The gangsters on the side heard the word "Qingping", and they were relieved, they had caught two fat sheep today, they were all unemployed young people from nearby villages, relying on the hot spring resort to make a living, and usually relied on collecting "management fees" to get by.

"I heard that you Qingping people have made a fortune?" the thugs walked over with a smile, "They all ran to Xinzha to show off their might!"

Feng Yiming hurriedly waved his hand, "I'll ask my friend to send money over, and you don't want to raise the price any more, otherwise there will be no repeat customers, who will you slaughter in the future?"

A gangster on the side knew which one the boss liked, so he laughed and said, "Actually, it's okay not to pay, let that girl accompany our boss for three days." ”

The gangster gave his subordinates an appreciative look, and his gaze swept Zhang Jingjing from head to toe unscrupulously, "Tut, six thousand yuan for three days, it's a little more expensive!"

Feng Yiming made the disposable chopsticks in half and stuffed them in his hand expressionlessly, put his other hand into his trouser pocket, and pressed the replay button to urge Song Yi and them to hurry up, I am afraid that they are going to do it today.

Suddenly, the gangster stared at Bao Qingsong, stretched out his hand and patted his face insultingly, "The two men still have to pay, and the girl doesn't have to pay, two thousand yuan for three days, and there is no such expensive lady in the province." ”

"Do you know what you're doing?" Bao Qingsong pressed the gangster's hand on the table and said word by word: "Don't regret it......"

Before he finished speaking, a thug on the side had already pounced, and knocked Bao Qingsong to the ground with a few punches that covered his head and face, "Regret it? Turtle grandson! I made your mother regret giving birth to you!"

I really have to go back to that broken Taoist temple, and find that wine and meat monk to count the passing years, how can I eat well at the stall, it can come from the sky!

Feng Yiming turned his head and looked at Zhang Jingjing calmly, and suddenly threw himself back without warning, the chopsticks in his hand slammed into the face of a young man, and one turned around to go around, his left hand twisted the back of the gangster's neck, and the tip of the chopsticks in his right hand was already aimed at his eyes.

"Stop me, or be careful that I go down with chopsticks!" Feng Yiming sent the tip of the chopsticks forward slightly.

The gangster felt that the tips of the chopsticks were past his eyelashes, and he shouted without possessing his body, "Stop, stop!"

Zhang Jingjing followed Feng Yiming and experienced many melee scenes, and reacted in a timely manner, pulling up Bao Qingsong and hiding behind Feng Yiming, she knew that Song Yao and Liu Jie were on the mountain, and they would come down soon, and what was needed now was time.

Feng Yiming's right hand holding half of the chopsticks trembled from time to time, and the two eyes of the gangster squeezed into the middle, staring nervously at the tip of the chopsticks, all of which became cross-eyed.

At this time, suddenly there were a few shouts and scolding from outside the door, and a gangster rushed out and shouted: "Third master, Zhang third master, Brother Chong was held by the other party......

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face walked in the door and asked coldly, "You deserve to slaughter a fat sheep here?"

"Get out!" Feng Yiming slammed the gangster's head on the table, kicked it away, pulled Bao Qingsong to sit down, picked up a glass of wine and drank it dry, and turned his head and smiled in the stunned audience: "Zhang Laosan, don't you know me?"