Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

The neighbors had no idea that those thugs were actually debt collectors working for Brother Hei.

All I could do was offer my sympathy for the Chen family's plight from behind their backs.

Chen Zhiqiang and his wife naturally didn't hear any of this.

By this time, they had already pushed their carts to the street where late-night snacks were served.

It's only a little past six in the afternoon, which is the evening rush hour for workers from nearby factories to leave work.

The elderly couple deftly opened the cart and worked together to set up their stall.

Chen Zhiqiang skillfully set up the powerful stove.

Place the various condiment jars, such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, in their designated locations.

Bai Fang then took out a rag and vigorously wiped several folding tables back and forth before neatly arranging the plastic stools.

The two worked together seamlessly and quickly completed all the preparations for opening the stall.

By this time, the nearby factories had already rung their bells to close for the day.

Many hungry regulars had already formed long queues in front of the fried rice stall.

"Old Chen! Why are you so late today? I'm starving!"

A regular customer chuckled and complained.

Chen Zhiqiang turned on the blazing furnace.

As the flames roared, he vigorously stirred the fried rice in the pan, answering with a smile:

"There was something I couldn't help. Something came up at work today, so I was a little late getting off work."

A customer joked with him, "Didn't you already retire? Why are you still working so hard?"

Chen Zhiqiang smiled憨厚ly:

"I applied to the factory leaders again."

The manager saw that my skills were pretty good, so he rehired me.

Upon hearing this, the guest said with some confusion, "Aren't you going too far?"

I've seen you making fried rice with eggs here every night.

They have to stay up until 2 or 3 a.m. almost every day before they can close up shop.

You have to go to work in the factory during the day, wouldn't that be exhausting?

Why torture yourself like this?

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiqiang's expression became somewhat strained, and he shook his head bitterly.

"There's no other way. Something happened at home, and we need money everywhere."

As they were talking, a plate of egg fried rice, looking delicious and steaming hot, was ready.

Chen Zhiqiang quickly packed the food into a box and handed it to the guest at the front.

The guests, captivated by the aroma, forgot all about asking questions.

I paid by scanning the QR code, then quickly found an empty seat and started enjoying my meal.

Chen Zhiqiang didn't have time to sigh.

Immediately, I heated oil in a wok again and started frying the second batch of egg fried rice.

Just then, a slightly immature yet incredibly arrogant voice suddenly rang out in front of the stall:

"Old Chen, you still haven't paid me this month's stall fee!"

Chen Zhiqiang's face stiffened, and his movements as he was tossing the fried rice unconsciously slowed down.

He looked up and saw five or six shady-looking teenagers swaggering in front of the stall.

These boys looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

They all had yellow and green hair dyed on their heads, and various cheap tattoos on their bodies and faces.

They deliberately put on a fierce and menacing appearance in an attempt to frighten others.

But their eyes actually revealed a hint of bravado masking underlying weakness.

Chen Zhiqiang knew these people.

These teenagers were all unemployed dropouts from nearby vocational schools.

They idled away their days, and formed a small gang called the "Thirteen Protectors".

This group of people only recently got together.

Then he tried to imitate the scenes in Hong Kong gangster movies, wanting to occupy a territory and collect protection money.

Their first target was the street full of late-night snacks where Chen Zhiqiang lived.

These little rascals have been causing quite a stir in the neighborhood lately.

Because they are all too young, not even 18 years old, the legal age.

So even the police don't have many good ways to deal with them.

They are often arrested, detained in the police station for a day or two for education, and then released again.

Many vendors who make a living on the night market street try not to interfere with their business.

At the same time, it was also to prevent these reckless teenagers from causing trouble.

So I reluctantly gave them some money to avoid further trouble.

Unexpectedly, these plagues came knocking on his door today, and it was his turn.

Chen Zhiqiang frowned and remained silent.

Seeing this, Bai Fang, the wife, shrank back in fear and hid behind her husband.

The leader of the thugs had triangular eyes and blond hair.

He had the typical look of a petty thug, and everyone called him Ah Gou.

Ah Gou was surprised that the elderly couple dared to remain silent.

Feeling he had lost face in front of his underlings, he immediately raised his voice and repeated the insults:

"You old bastard, are you deaf or something? Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and kicked a folding table next to him.

With a crash, the folding table was kicked over and fell to the ground.

The chopsticks box, tissues, and several bottles of seasonings on the table were immediately scattered all over the floor, creating a mess in an instant.

Bai Fang instinctively cried out in surprise, her face full of heartache as she looked at the seasonings scattered on the ground.

Chen Zhiqiang remained silent, only clenching his teeth tightly.

The veins on the hand holding the long-handled spatula bulged out.

Among the people queuing, a regular customer who couldn't stand it any longer spoke up for justice:

"I'm telling you young people, that's enough."

This is a society governed by the rule of law, not the era of gangsters.

"At such a young age, instead of learning good deeds, you're out collecting protection money. Go home and study!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Gou immediately flew into a rage, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He pulled a gleaming spring knife straight from his pocket.

With a snap, he deflected the blade and pointed at the queuing customers, yelling:

"Damn it! Who said that just now? If you have the guts, stand up and say it again in front of me!"

Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death today!

Everyone was startled by the gleaming knife.

Seeing that things were going badly, most of the customers who were queuing to eat immediately ran away.

Everyone has worked hard all day, and all they want is to have a peaceful meal.

It's not worth risking your life for a few hotheaded thugs over something so trivial.

It's really not worth it if something goes wrong.

Chen Zhiqiang stared coldly at Ah Gou, who was in the lead.

You could tell from his suppressed gaze that a burning rage was raging within him.

In fact, Chen Zhiqiang is a very stubborn person at heart, and he can't tolerate any injustice.

He used to be at the forefront of the fight against such bullying and oppression of men and women.

But now, the heavy burden of reality is like a mountain, pressing down on his head and making it impossible for him to breathe.

His wife, Bai Fang, held onto his arm tightly from behind.

Her eyes were full of pleading as she gently shook her head at him, telling him not to act impulsively.