"This, this, Xiao Ming, is this really a welcome to us?" Uncle Xiang trembled. He's never seen this kind of scene in his life, and it's a little scary.

"Uncle, don't panic. This is a welcome to us!" Li Qingming was calm.

Of course, if you look closely, you can see that his body is trembling slightly, and he is also a little shocked like Uncle Xiang. This, the reaction of the crowd, was too intense, and it gave him a feeling of becoming a big star.

But nervousness is nervousness, but timidity is not.

Because, he has this pot of chicken soup!

"Hello little master!"

"Little master has worked hard!"

Pushing the fast food truck, all the way forward, there was a greeting all around, and the people in the long queue were full of respect for it, and their eyes were full of undisguised desire - chicken soup.

"Hey, this is..."Li Qingming pushed the dining cart closer, and found that the best position had been occupied by the five gangsters of various colors and hairs. And it occupies a position that was originally occupied by several late-night vendor owners. It's a big deal.

"Little master, here, the best position is reserved for you!" The five thugs saw Li Qingming and immediately greeted him flatteringly.

"It's... It's not appropriate!" Uncle Xiang looked not far away, and several late-night stall owners who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak out hesitated.

"The rule here is that whoever comes first belongs to whomever the position belongs to. You say, isn't it!" asked the thug with colorful hair on his head, pointing to the supper stall owners who were taking up their positions in the distance.

"Yes, yes, yes!" several supper stall owners did not dare to refute, only dared to nod yes.

"This Xiao Ming, we are here, it's not suitable!" asked Uncle Xiang in a low voice to Li Qingming.

Li Qingming frowned. These gangsters have nothing to do to cause trouble for themselves. Li Qingming frowned, and those few gangsters who were like people immediately saw Li Qingming's displeasure and immediately said loudly.

"Little master, it's not like a few of us are ignorant and deliberately causing trouble. It's everyone's vision! Isn't it everyone?" the yellow fur shouted at everyone.

"That's right, little master, it's here, don't change places. That place is too remote, and the lights are blind, which really doesn't fit your identity with this chicken soup. Besides, we won't buy anything from them to eat!!I'm here today for your chicken soup!" all the people in the long queue shouted.

Everyone shouted, the sound was like thunder, and the whole night market was like thunder. A few bosses in the distance didn't dare to say anything.

"Little master, hurry up, don't change places, this is the best. Come, everyone help the little master take down the chicken soup. The colorful fur thug immediately commanded the rest of the thugs, moving the table, maintaining order, and quieting the commotion of the crowd.

Seeing this, Li Qingming shrugged.

"Uncle, don't get tangled. Since the rule here is first-come, first-served, when you were robbed, no one helped you speak, just watched the jokes, then they were robbed by us today, which is retribution!" Li Qingming is not so saintly.

Although there is a slight feeling that he and others seem to have become bullies, but since this is the rule of the game that everyone abides by, then there is nothing to say.

Soon, the lid of the chicken soup pot was lifted, and the refreshing aroma of chicken soup overflowed again. The crowd began to boil again.

But this time, Li Qingming took the lead in serving a few bowls of chicken soup, and in the midst of everyone's puzzlement, he walked in front of the few supper vendor owners who were robbed.

"It's not my wish to rob your territory today, but I'm not embarrassed. When you sat back and watched your uncle's territory being robbed, it proves that you recognize the rules here. But I'm still kind to others. This bowl of chicken soup is not an apology, but just a friend. If you want, you can set up a stall together tomorrow, I'll deliver chicken soup, and you can sell chicken fries. Li Qingming said word by word.

Several late-night stall owners looked at the bowl of chicken soup in front of them, and their hearts could be regarded as mixed. But Li Qingming's words made their hearts flutter. Li Qingming just sells chicken soup, although it is extremely delicious, but it is not full. Everyone still has to eat staple food, don't they! They sell it together, and this business is not bad!

"Make a friend!" the supper stall owners didn't say anything more, and drank the bowl of chicken soup in one gulp.

A refreshing stream of chicken soup began to spread. Several bosses stood aside with tears in their eyes, silently experiencing the beauty of this first mouthful of rich chicken soup in their lives.

What a bright future!

Li Qingming returned to the vendors.

At this moment, there was a round of applause.

Li Qingming's move just now, everyone saw it in their eyes and understood it in their hearts. This little master is really a strange person. This is a different person, with the support of so many of them, I am afraid that it will already be arrogant, or rather, it will be guilty and uncomfortable. And his way of dealing with it is just right.

"Then please come and continue to receive chicken soup from those who lined up yesterday!" Li Qingming ordered.

Soon, yesterday's scene is playing out again today.

People who drank the chicken soup closed their eyes and enjoyed it. And those who haven't drunk it, look forward to it. Those who had already drunk yesterday were silently counting the number of people, thinking in their hearts whether it would be their turn today.

It's just such a small bowl, to be honest, it's really not enough to drink. Just got addicted and it was gone. It's really fascinating.

Of course, the most anxious people at the moment are the two waves.

Yibo is Liu Chang's secretary, and he must bring chicken soup back today. He came to the queue early. But what he didn't expect was that by the time he came, there was already a long line. His current position is considered the last wave, and I don't know if he is on the top of the ranks.

The other group is Jiang Fugui's subordinates. They're just here. Seeing so many people waiting for chicken soup, I'm afraid it won't be my turn.

But from the beginning, they didn't want to stand in line. Jiang Fugui's subordinates walked straight towards Li Qingming.

"A few big brothers, line up here!" Hongmao saw everyone coming, and when he saw that he was not easy to mess with, he hurriedly laughed and shouted.

The ruthless man didn't bother to pay attention to it at all.

"Selling chicken soup, we want to buy a bowl of chicken soup to take away, I don't know how much it costs?" One of them, wearing sunglasses, had a cold face and a strong body, and he was not a good stubble at first glance. The words are also full of disdain.

Of course, this disdain is also extremely normal. The slums, in the eyes of people like them, are places of filth and filth. This kind of place, what is the boss is not the boss. This so-called fame is just selling chicken soup. Do you want them to be called bosses?

Selling chicken soup, fried chicken, clothes, and drinks is a contempt for doing business in this slum.