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Now that he had given Zhao Dalong the address, Wang Aiguo no longer needed to stay at the job market. However, Zhao Haitang had taken the electric scooter, so he had to drive back.

However, on his way home, Wang Aiguo received a call from Da Lian.

"Boss, something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, you don't know? There's a food street right next to our shop."

"What's wrong? I know, you eat takeout every night, isn't it all from the food street?"

Wang Aiguo was driving while making a phone call using a Bluetooth headset, looking a bit bewildered. What was all this about? Did the food street have anything to do with his shop?

"That's not how it is. What I mean is, you don't know that there's a boss in the food street, it seems to be some kind of shady force. The point is, they've come here. They won't let our shop stay open, saying that our shop is affecting the business of the food street. They've sent several people to our shop now."

"These people are now preventing people from dining in and also preventing delivery drivers from picking up takeout orders."

Upon hearing this, Wang Aiguo paused for a moment, then asked curiously.

"Didn't you call the police?"

"We called the police, but as soon as we called, they ran outside. After the police left, they came back. They didn't cause any actual damage; they just sat in the store. It's a bit difficult to handle!"

After hearing what Da Lian said, Wang Aiguo agreed. That's why the truly disgusting thing about organized crime is that they have plenty of time and don't actually cause any damage. They run away when the police come and come back as soon as the police leave, over and over again.

However, what happened today was beyond Wang Aiguo's expectations.

After all, the old shop was small, but this kind of thing never happened. I didn't expect that things would go wrong after we moved here.

Thinking of this, Wang Aiguo felt somewhat helpless and could only drive back to negotiate.

Wang Aiguo returned quickly. As soon as he got back, he saw six burly men sitting in his shop. They looked fierce, but they were actually quite old, around forty years old.

But this kind of person is more like a scoundrel than a criminal gang.

After all, Wang Aiguo had just seen real organized crime. People like Zhao Dalong were the real organized crime; the moment they saw his face, you'd be scared to death.

As soon as Wang Aiguo returned, one of the middle-aged men sitting in the shop stood up and walked menacingly toward Wang Aiguo.

"You must be the owner of this shop, right? Let me tell you, we've already set some rules for you. From now on, you can only open for three hours a day. We won't interfere with those three hours, but if you exceed that time, we'll have to come and sit here."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Wang Aiguo stroked his chin and then asked curiously.

"What if I don't do as you ask?"

"Hehehe. So you mean you want to arm wrestle with us? Sure, go ahead."

Upon hearing what the middle-aged man in front of him said, Wang Aiguo nodded.

"Alright then, I'll make a call and get some people. Hmm, but if we're really going to arm wrestle, I feel like you don't have enough people. Why don't you go and get some more?"

After Wang Aiguo finished speaking, the middle-aged man in front of him paused for a moment. The others, including the man with the big face, also looked at Wang Aiguo in surprise. What did he mean? Who do you think you are? You're the boss!

We call you "boss" because you're the boss, it's just a casual way of addressing you. Do you think you're some kind of criminal organization?

The middle-aged man was so angry at these words that he laughed.

"Young man, you're pretty arrogant. Fine, go ahead and call them. I'd like to see what kind of people you can bring!"

"Oh, then I hope you don't run away!"

Then Wang Aiguo picked up the phone.

Actually, as soon as Wang Aiguo entered the store and saw the middle-aged man, he suddenly realized something: this man was probably not some kind of gangster; it would be more accurate to call him a scoundrel.

Even more coincidentally, didn't he just recruit a group of real criminal elements today? It's time for Zhao Dalong and his gang to put their strength to use.

So soon, Wang Aiguo picked up his phone and called Zhao Dalong.

"Where are we?"

"Oh, I'm already at the dorm. I'll call all my buddies. But we came by bike, so it might take a while!"

"No need, I'll transfer the money to you now. You can take a taxi here."

As he spoke, Wang Aiguo transferred two thousand yuan to Zhao Dalong. Upon receiving the money, Zhao Dalong's first reaction was that the boss was really nice.

After making the call, Wang Aiguo sat in the shop, smiling at the middle-aged men in front of him, hoping they wouldn't run away later.

Seeing Wang Aiguo's calm and composed demeanor, the middle-aged men became somewhat worried. One of their underlings approached one of the men and whispered something.

"Is he going to call the police again?"

"So what if we reported it? We didn't cause any actual property damage."

"That's true."

The younger brother nodded, finding it to be very reasonable.

If they are just sitting in the store and have not caused any actual losses, it is indeed difficult to convict them.

That's how terrifying a rogue can be.

Less than half an hour after receiving the money, Zhao Dalong arrived with his men.

The moment more than a dozen ride-hailing cars stopped in front of the store, the middle-aged man suddenly panicked. He hadn't expected Wang Aiguo to actually be able to call people, and to call more than a dozen ride-hailing cars at once.

However, just when they thought the ride-hailing driver was the one Wang Aiguo had called, the ride-hailing car doors opened and four or five people got out of each car.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty people appeared at the door.

Seeing that there were more than fifty people, the middle-aged man finally became frightened.

However, just as the middle-aged man was still trying to hold on and not want to lose his momentum, Zhao Dalong came out. The moment he saw Zhao Dalong, the middle-aged man was completely dumbfounded, and the next moment his legs went weak and he knelt down.

"Brother Longlong, what brings you out here?"

When Wang Aiguo saw the middle-aged man kneel down and call him "Brother Long," his first reaction was, "Hey, you look like you're over forty. How old is Zhao Dalong? At most thirty! You call him 'brother' despite the age difference? Don't you have any backbone?"

Zhao Dalong had just arrived and was unaware of what was happening. After looking at the middle-aged man in front of him and thinking carefully for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Hey, aren't you that old man?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I didn't expect you to still remember me, Brother Long. I'm truly honored."

Upon recognizing Lao Pipi, Zhao Dalong's lips twitched involuntarily; he knew Lao Pipi all too well.

At such an old age, he was still fooling around aimlessly. Back then, he had no reputation whatsoever. He was no good at fighting, so all he could do were disgusting and annoying things.

They sound like gangsters, but they're actually just old hands and seasoned scoundrels.

I used to follow along with their group of capable leaders.

However, Zhao Dalong has now turned over a new leaf and is no longer involved in organized crime. But seeing Lao Pipi here, he has guessed why Wang Aiguo was in such a hurry to call him over.