Fortune Qigong Master

Chengnan Night Market.

It's very lively here at night.The people who set up the stalls were densely packed, occupying a street.Residents nearby, when they come out at night, usually come here to take a stroll to see if there is nothing new to buy.

"Young man, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful. It's the first time I've seen you set up a stall." A middle-aged woman said while taking out the goods.She was selling socks, and she unloaded them from the car, and took out a rectangle of floral cloth and spread it on the ground.Then the socks were neatly arranged, one pair after another.

"Yes, my girlfriend. We just rented the booth today. We chatted at work during the day, and set up a street stall at night." Wang Hu said while taking out a mat and a box of golden oranges , but he didn't have the patience of the aunt next to him, so he spread it randomly on it.

"Brother Hu, put it neatly, it looks so ugly." Li Yifei said with some complaints, thinking that men are sloppy, and they are not serious about setting up street stalls.She bent down and arranged the oranges neatly one by one.But Wang Hu secretly looked at her drooping beautiful breasts. From his angle, he happened to see the right breast, which was very eye-catching. [

After setting it up, Wang Hu took out a foam board, and wrote a few big characters with a watercolor pen: "Jiuxian Kumquat." After finishing writing, he showed off in front of Li Yifei like a show: "Look at my writing!" , well written."

When Wang Hu was a child, Master Qingxin forced him to practice brush calligraphy for two years. Although he was lazy, he still wrote well.Wang Hu's handwriting has always been the object of praise from the teachers. During the college entrance examination, because of his handwriting, he got a lot of points.

Li Yifei praised: "It's really good. I didn't expect that you usually have no taste, but you can write well."

On the board, a few words are flying like dragons and phoenixes, majestic and majestic, which makes people look shocked.

Hearing the beauty's compliment, Wang Hu smiled triumphantly, and wanted to write down the price again.But Li Yifei snatched it away, and quickly wrote down: Tongshou bully, one hundred thousand!

Wang Hu looked at it and snorted: "Hey, your handwriting is too ugly."

Li Yifei said arrogantly: "What are you talking about, this is naughty and cute, how can it be ugly?"

Wang Hu looked at it again, the eight boys below are like ants crawling, if they want beauty, they don't have beauty, if they want momentum, they don't have momentum, how can they be naughty?It's clearly a ghost painting.

But he still nodded seriously and said, "Yes, it's very cute."

Li Yifei was arrogant and triumphant, she laughed quite complacently, enjoying the feeling of being pampered very much.

The aunt who sold socks next to her also begged him to write a sign after seeing Wang Hu's handwriting.But much simpler, socks, ten yuan three pairs.No modifiers, just a simple product and price introduction.

The aunt who sells socks looks like she is in her thirties, and she looks a little kind.Li Yifei felt that her life was a bit difficult. How many pairs of socks would she sell for ten yuan to earn living expenses?Judging from her age, this aunt may have two or three children who are somewhere in Kyushu, waiting for their mother to send money back to cover their tuition and living expenses.

It was too hard, Li Yifei sighed, she took a look and found that some of the people who set up the stall were middle-aged.They are dressed in general, and the things they sell are not expensive, they are all daily necessities.

"Auntie, how much money can you make a month selling socks?" Wang Hu asked.

"I can't make much money. Sometimes it's better, and I can earn more than 3000. But on average, it's about [-]." The aunt said with a smile, her face was satisfied, maybe [-] is not bad for her Well, work is easy, rent a cheaper house, live frugally, and send hundreds of dollars back home a month.

"Young man, are your oranges really that good? Who would buy one for 10 yuan?" The aunt asked when she saw Wang Hu's brand.

"Auntie, we don't expect anyone to buy it. We just set up a stall to experience life. Of course it's better to sell it. It doesn't matter if you can't sell it. These oranges are good. I'll give you a taste." The answer was Li Yifei, she usually pays attention to the disadvantaged groups, and feels that it is not easy for them.

Li Yifei took an orange, stretched out her slender fingers, and peeled off a piece of orange peel. Immediately there was a burst of tempting aroma, there was the aroma of fine wine, and there was also the aroma of oranges. The combination was wonderful.She tore off a piece and handed it to her aunt to have a bite.The aunt didn't want it at first, but what a waste of 10 yuan of oranges.

But under Li Yifei's warm invitation, he tried to eat a piece.She tasted it carefully, and the sweetness of the orange and the pungent taste of the wine blended in her throat. After eating, there was a feeling of lightness, which was the attack of wine; there was also a kind of sweetness that was so sweet in her heart, it was orange the taste of. [

"It's so sweet, so spicy, so delicious!" the aunt praised.

Wang Hu listened and smiled complacently.This box of oranges is his masterpiece. The oranges are carefully selected from the south to ensure that they are all sweet.This was not enough, he used his energy to extract the aroma of the wine, and used his profound energy to force it into the orange.Therefore, oranges have a double taste of wine and oranges, so they are named wine-flavored kumquats.The only fly in the ointment is that Su Shuang's fine wine has not been fermented, otherwise the taste would be even better.

"Ours is the real thing. Rare things are more expensive. One hundred thousand yuan is already considered cheap." Li Yifei was also very proud. She also tasted a small one before coming here, but she can only eat so much because of her poor drinking capacity. up.After eating, it is also full of praise.

"Then I wish you good luck, but I have to remind you that the urban management here is very fierce. When you come to collect money later, cooperate with me and don't make trouble for yourself, you know?" the aunt who sold socks kindly reminded road.

Wang Hu said he knew, Li Yifei laughed and didn't say anything.

This afternoon, Li Yifei was working on a manuscript in the office.When she was working, she was very serious, and writing manuscripts was a headache.Just at this time, I received a call from Wang Hu, saying that she was asked to come out to set up a stall together at night.Li Yifei immediately put down her work and greeted the editor-in-chief, saying that she was going outside to collect materials.The editor-in-chief dares not say anything, aside from Li Yifei's background, her ability alone has already made Li Yifei the pillar of the newspaper, and many big news came from her.

When Li Yifei arrived at the police force, the two spent some time making this box of oranges.When I was next to him, after dinner, I came to the predetermined place and set up a stall.Before coming here, Wang Hu also said that this time he wanted to teach the city management a lesson.Li Yifei was so excited when she heard that there was a good show to watch.

"Brother Hu, why did you ask me, other people can do it too." Li Yifei asked a question.

"Long time no see, I miss you." Wang Hu gave one of the reasons, and the other is that it is convenient for you to call a lot of people in case of a group fight.

As the night darkened, Wang Hu also took the small lamp that he carried with him.Business here is not good.When many people passed by, they saw that kumquats were very beautiful, and just wanted to ask how the price was, but when they got closer and saw the earthworm-like price introduction below, they were scared and retreated.My God, an orange costs 10 yuan, who would be stupid enough to buy it.

That aunt actually sold dozens of pairs of socks, but it didn't cost much in total.The night market is crowded and crowded.Wang Hu and Li Yifei were not very used to this kind of crowding, but they still waited patiently.

After a while, two cars drove up from a distance, and several city management officers came down, each with a stack of receipts in their hands, and collected the money one by one.Wang Hu didn't know whether this form of collecting money was legal, but he thought of a term: protection fee.In the past, hawkers set up stalls, and the urban management saw that they were chasing after them. Now they seem to have become civilized, but they start to collect money and squeeze the hard-earned money of the working people.

"Boy, for a stall like ours, it costs 15 yuan each." The aunt who sold socks reminded.

Wang Hu nodded, expressing his understanding.He did a rough calculation, and the street was more than 100 meters long, with stalls on both sides.One meter or so, so you can get a lot of money in a day. No wonder the urban management building is so luxurious, much better than the police building. It turns out that they charge protection fees.

"It's charged, 15 yuan!" A black-faced urban management officer said business-like at the aunt who sold socks.

Another city manager came to Wang Hu's booth, and first stared at Li Yifei twice. Although she was dressed conservatively today, it was still difficult to conceal her extreme beauty.But the urban management is not good at flirting with beautiful women in the street, and after a few words with her, he found that Li Yifei didn't talk to him at all, so he smiled embarrassingly.

But seeing that the kumquats are very beautiful, I took one and ate it.After eating, he greeted his companions: "Brother Chen, the oranges here are good, come and eat one too."

The urban management surnamed Chen heard this and came over to eat one too.

The two ate very quickly, and after eating, they felt good, and the other put two in their pockets, not treating themselves as outsiders at all.Li Yifei recorded everything with a hidden camera, but Wang Hu looked at the aunt next to him, as if asking the city management to rob things so blatantly?

The aunt shook her head, pressed Wang Hu's hand with her hands, and signaled him not to make trouble, because her elbow could not twist her thigh.

"15 yuan!" Chen Chengguan issued a receipt and handed it to Wang Hu.

Wang Hu handed them 85 and took [-] back.When the two were about to leave, Wang Hu grabbed Chen Chengguan's arm and said calmly, "You took six oranges from us in total, and you haven't paid for them yet."[

The two urban management officers laughed and asked, "We still have to pay for your food? The oranges we eat, that's how we value you. Don't be ashamed."

One of them even kicked his legs and crushed all the kumquats as he spoke.Suddenly, a shot of intoxicating fragrance flew out every now and then.Everyone smelled it, and all looked here, something big happened.

Li Yifei secretly took a few hundred yuan, gave it to the aunt who sold the socks, and told her in a low voice to hurry up.The aunt understood that she couldn't afford to provoke such a thing, and it was enough for her to drink a pot, so she quickly packed her things and left.

Wang Hu raised his voice and shouted: "The city management doesn't pay for food, the city management beat people."

After such a commotion, many people came immediately.But everyone watched from a distance, and no one dared to get close. Obviously, this was not the first time they had encountered the urban management beating people, and they didn't dare to intervene.