The ambition of online games

Chapter 792

In the night sky of BJ, it is rare to see stars. If you really want to see them, you can also look at the street lights. There are thousands of lights, twinkling and twinkling, and they are colorful and colorful. They are much more beautiful than stars. The only tiring place is You can just stand on the ground and look up to see the stars, but you have to climb to a high place to see the street lights.

Some people say that the difference between the countryside and the city lies in the fact that the countryside is lively during the day and quiet at night, while the city is noisy during the day and even more noisy at night.

There is some truth in this sentence!

In the noisy old street, only the name can be considered old. The shops on the street are all new, and the longest history of the shops is only more than ten years old. As for the time-honored brands written on the entrances of those shops, let’s just look at them.

"Fatty Zhao, it's time to pay the confinement money." A young man in a white shirt and a pink tie shouted to the owner of a restaurant. , Many people who were eating snacks looked up and immediately lowered their heads.

They were really not good people, and they were followed by four young men whose identities were clearly revealed by their colorful hair and iconic tattoos.

"Second brother!"

Fatty Zhao quickly handed over the stack of money that he had prepared to the young man in the shirt. The young man in the shirt just weighed it without counting it, nodded, and walked towards the next house.

"Zhang Pockmark, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have more pockmarks on your face. How did you do it?" Er Zi teased, but the four followers behind him laughed.

"Second brother was joking." Without waiting for the second son to speak, Zhang Mazi took the initiative to hand over the confinement money, and at the same time grabbed a few packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into the hands of one of the attendants.

"No wonder your business is getting better and better, and you know how to be a man." The second son showed a smile on his face, entered a shampoo shop, and walked out with a red face after a while.

The old street is also several hundred meters away, and there is only one shop within two to three meters in peace, and there are hundreds of shops on one side, but Erzi's speed is very fast, and he hardly stops. No matter where he goes, the owner of the shop has already prepared the money, obviously Carrying the so-called confinement money has become a habit here.

"Why do we still have to pay protection fees here?" Qin Zhou asked curiously.In order not to disturb Lan Ya, he finally decided to go out to eat and observe the enemy's situation by the way. Unexpectedly, although the shops in the old street are not old, the snacks they make are very sophisticated.

This is a special product of Ganzhou, Jiangxi. It is made of flour into a pastry-like transparent cake, filled with radishes, meat, shrimp, mushrooms and other fillings, and then steamed. After being cooked, the taste is tender*smooth*smooth , the aroma contains the smell of meat, seafood and vegetables, which is very appetizing, and the food produced in this way is light and has no anger.

Qin Zhou couldn't stop once he ate, and he had forgotten all about the detection of the enemy's situation. Zhou Qijin was sitting next to him. Although he was also eating, he was always watching the surroundings from the corner of his eyes to ensure that there was no danger. The presence.

Old Street is already considered the base camp of the Ax Gang. How can one be careless if they go deep into the area? Qin Zhou can do whatever he wants, but he can't.

"Hush!" The owner of the food stall is an old man over half a century old. Hearing this, he immediately raised his index finger and said in a low voice, "Young man, don't let them hear this, it will cause trouble."

Qin Zhou put on a righteous expression: "Don't the police care?"

The stall owner took a careful look around and found that no one was paying attention, so he showed an expression of anger and helplessness, "What about the police? Since the police, these people have slipped away immediately, and there is no evidence. The arrest is useless, because Fearing retaliation, no one dared to testify.”

"Why don't we allow them to behave like this?" Qin Zhou said angrily.

"What else can I do?" The stall owner carefully revealed a message: "Actually, the police station also has their people. As soon as we call the police, they will know immediately. If you go to hide outside for a few months and come back, there is nothing you can do about them. "

"A family of police and gangsters." Qin Zhou was even more angry, and asked, "What will happen if you don't pay the protection fee?"

"Look, that's the consequence of not paying." The stall owner motioned Qin Zhou to look at a fruit shop on the left. There was nothing wrong with the fruit shop. A wooden flatbed cart was placed under the eaves, some plastic bags and a scale. It was a simple paving. The key point was that the owner of the paving had only one foot that was normal and the other was lame. It smelled of medicinal herbs. It seemed that this foot had not been injured for a long time. The face in his 60s is already covered with deep wrinkles, and his dark and rough skin silently tells about the difficult life of the old man in the first half of his life. Next to him is a little girl in frugal clothes, about [-] or [-] years old, with black and white The eyes revealed stubbornness.

"I'm lame." Qin Zhou was taken aback.

"About three months ago, the grandparents and grandchildren came here to buy fruits. Because they didn't understand the rules here and didn't pay the confinement money, they were limped that night." The stall owner said distressed and angry.

Qin Zhou was filled with righteous indignation when he heard this, and at this moment, the second son led someone to the fruit stand, and the smile on his face sank: "Zhou Zizi, delaying you for two months is already an extrajudicial favor. Is the money ready?"

"The money I earn will be used for my granddaughter's surgery, but I won't give it to you. You should give up on it." Old man Zhou, the owner of the fruit stand, said very forcefully.

"You are breaking the rules. If everyone thinks of you, how will you let the brothers live?" The second son said solemnly: "You can still do business if you keep one leg. I can only go to beg for food, but begging is not easy, and I also have to pay confinement money."

"Even if you break my other leg, I won't pay the money." Old man Zhou said sharply, with an angry and desolate expression on his face.

"You bad guys, if you dare to hit my grandfather, I will go to the police station to call the police. If the DC area is useless, I will go to Tian*an*men, and I will drag you down if you die." The little girl rushed to the front, her eyes revealing Astonishing determination.

The second son couldn't help but took a step back, then became angry and slapped him, "Stinky girl, I won't teach you a lesson, you don't know who owns the three-acre land under your feet."

The little girl just stared at him with stubborn eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding, but the old man Zhou jumped up in fright, blocking his granddaughter behind: "If you have the ability to come at me, don't touch my granddaughter."

The second son's palm was about to fall on Old Man Zhou's back, and he froze, and was caught by one hand. The second son exerted force several times in a row, and felt that his palm remained motionless as if it had been cast in iron. The gaze shifted from the palm to the owner of the palm, and the target was a young man. He was wearing no brand of clothes, which gave him a distinctive aura.

"You want to meddle in your own business?"

"No, I just want to ask for directions." Qin Zhou smiled slightly, making people feel like a spring breeze.

(End of this chapter)