In fact, Wang Hu is a gangster from Ximen, and Luo's usual activity area is in the south of the city, so he doesn't know his reputation, but he just stretches out his hand and doesn't hit the smiling person.

Retribution is his character. But now he's being bullied again. Life in ancient times was really a bit dull, which was one of the reasons why he asked Mrs. Li to say goodbye.

"Where is it, it's just that I'm closing the stall early, and I'm ready to go back, who doesn't know Brother Tiger's reputation, filial piety is not daring to be less, I'm a good citizen!" With a smile on his face, Luo Sheng handed the protection money that had been prepared long ago to Wang Hu.

Of course, the most gratifying thing is the pleasure of strengthening the physique after hard work. But when the desire moves, where does the so-called Jianghu morality still have an effect?

You must know that blocking people's money is like killing parents, and there were many red-eyed butchers who made a small stumbling block for Luo Sheng, but now they are not in the South Gate vegetable market.

Luo Sheng took out a knife from the dark compartment of the room. Secondly, you have to inquire which vendor makes money and which vendor does not, so that you can charge according to your needs, charge normally if you don't make money, and charge more if you make money, otherwise it will also cause dissatisfaction among the stall owners.

Luo Sheng has always felt that collecting protection money is actually a technical job. The experience of his previous life told him that once the tiger in his heart was released, it would be even more difficult to put it in a cage again.

Even the Bamboo Gang did not dare to be too provocative. The experience of his previous life told him that once the tiger in his heart was released, it would be even more difficult to put it in a cage again.

If he gave a copy normally and bargained again, maybe it would be the current price, but he subconsciously gave it according to the usual practice, and Wang Hu was immediately moved.

In fact, Wang Hu is a gangster from Ximen, and Luo's usual activity area is in the south of the city, so he doesn't know his reputation, but he just stretches out his hand and doesn't hit the smiling person.

Retribution is his character. Okay, you gave so much at the beginning, I'll squeeze it again, isn't it more?

"Yo, isn't this Butcher Luo? Why did you go back so early? Rasheng took out a knife from the dark compartment in the room.

Or that sentence, isn't it good to live? And now, Luo Sheng feels like he is being treated as a fat sheep.

I don't know if this is euthanasia, Luo Sheng thought with some bitterness. He wanted to hold Wang Hu down with the morality of the rivers and lakes.

Who is afraid of money? If he gave a copy normally and bargained again, maybe it would be the current price, but he subconsciously gave it according to the usual practice, and Wang Hu was immediately moved.

And now, Luo Sheng feels like he is being treated as a fat sheep.

"Okay." Wang Hu's face suddenly turned dark, his arms were strained, and Luo Sheng coughed again and again before he stopped, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you bully Lao Tzu for studying less and not recognizing money?" You've paid less for this protection! "Retribution is his character.

Life in ancient times was really a bit dull, which was one of the reasons why he asked Mrs. Li to say goodbye. The experience of his previous life told him that once the tiger in his heart was released, it would be even more difficult to put it in a cage again.

Rasheng was never a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Even the Bamboo Gang did not dare to be too provocative. Luo Sheng frowned without a trace, smiled awkwardly, and admitted it.

Wang Hu stretched out his hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "I'm not an unreasonable person, you sell pork, you only sell it for half a day a day, you can sell it for a little longer, so it's not an exaggeration to pay two copies of the protection fee, I'm doing it for your good, you make a lot of money, I'm just drinking some soup." The experience of his previous life told him that once the tiger in his heart was released, it would be even more difficult to put it in a cage again.

Luo Sheng's fist clenched and lowered, put down and clenched.