The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Okay, okay, if you like it, I'll buy it!"

The man in the floral shirt held the woman's waist with a doting expression, and without saying a word, he reached for his wallet, acting as if he was well-off.

"Excuse me, sir," Boss Chen quickly waved his hand, his face apologetic. "This piece of fabric, and the one next to it, have already been reserved by this young man, and he has already paid a deposit."

"That's all we have left in our store, nothing more."

"Why don't you two take a look at other colors?"

"Or... we can wait until the next shipment arrives; the new materials should arrive around next month."

"next month?"

The woman immediately became unhappy upon hearing this, pouting and shaking the man's arm.

"No! I want this one!"

"What time is next month? I want to do it now."

"Boss, just give me this material and tell him to wait until next month, okay?"

Boss Chen looked somewhat troubled, glanced at Yang Shuisheng standing beside him, and shook his head: "This...this is not in accordance with the rules."

"In business, you must be honest and follow the principle of first come, first served."

"This young man placed the order first and has already paid, so I cannot give you his materials."

"Why don't you two take a look at something else?"

"What bullshit about first come, first served!" The young man in the floral shirt frowned, stepped forward, and said in a defiant tone, "I believe in the supremacy of those who come later. Do you know who I am?"

"My brother is Kun Ge's top henchman in your Daliang Town, A-Qiang! Ever heard of him?"

"If you know what's good for you, hurry up and wrap up the fabric for me, or believe me, I can get my brother Qiang to say one word and make sure your lousy shop goes out of business tomorrow!"

Upon hearing the names Kun Ge and A Qiang, Boss Chen's expression visibly changed.

His lips moved, but he didn't say anything; a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

People like him who run small businesses are most afraid of offending these local bullies.

As for Wang Kun's reputation, who in the entire Daliang Town did not know it?

"I ordered this material first, and I've already paid for it."

Just then, Yang Shuisheng, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

"You want it? No way."

Upon hearing this, the man in the floral shirt finally took a good look at Yang Shuisheng.

Seeing his shabby clothes, and knowing that although he wasn't short, he looked like an ordinary poor country boy, a disdainful sneer immediately appeared on his face: "Who do you think you are? You dare to steal from me?"

Taking advantage of his height and size, being even stronger than Yang Shuisheng, he reached out and pushed Yang Shuisheng in the chest, trying to intimidate him.

However, his push felt like he had pushed against a wall.

Yang Shuisheng's body swayed slightly, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, remaining completely still.

The man in the floral shirt was taken aback; he hadn't expected this kid to be so stable.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he withdrew his hand and threatened menacingly, "Kid, my woman has her eye on this fabric. You'd better hand it over obediently, and we'll consider ourselves friends."

"Otherwise... humph, I'll have my brother Qiang put in a good word, and I guarantee you won't be able to stay in Daliang Town."

Yang Shuisheng seemed not to hear his threat, and instead smiled: "Unfortunately, I'm not from Daliang Town."

"Not from Daliang Town? That makes things even simpler!" The young man in the floral shirt thought he was scared and became even more arrogant. "I know a few of the village chiefs in this surrounding area."

"Believe it or not, I can make sure you can't move an inch in your village, not even get a drink of water, with just a word from me?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. Harmony is the most important thing."

Seeing the argument getting increasingly tense, Mr. Chen, sweating profusely, quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Okay, I'll contact the supplier right away. If things go smoothly, the new materials should arrive next week."

"Comrade, just wait a few more days, I promise to save you the best."

"Brother, don't worry, it'll only be a few days..."

"Get out of here! You old man, you have no right to speak here!" The man in the floral shirt was already angry, and was further enraged by Yang Shuisheng's attitude. When he saw Boss Chen coming over to nag, he impatiently reached out and shoved him hard.

Old Mr. Chen was caught off guard and was pushed so hard that he cried out in surprise and staggered backward.

Yang Shuisheng reacted quickly, stepping forward and steadily supporting Boss Chen who was about to fall.

"Mr. Chen, are you alright?"

Still shaken, Mr. Chen repeatedly thanked him, saying, "No...it's nothing, thank you, young comrade."

Yang Shuisheng helped Boss Chen steady, then turned to look at the man in the floral shirt, his eyes turning cold: "You've gone too far."

"Too much? I just pushed him once, and he lost his balance. Can you blame me?" The man in the floral shirt sneered, showing no remorse. Instead, he felt that Yang Shuisheng was meddling in his business.

Yang Shuisheng stopped wasting words with him.

He released his grip on Boss Chen's hand, took a half-step forward seemingly casually, and his right foot swept outwards as if unconsciously, his toe hooking onto the left ankle of the man in the floral shirt.

"Ouch!"

The man in the floral shirt felt his foot trip, his center of gravity instantly lost its balance, and he fell solidly backward to the ground with a "thud," his head hitting the concrete with a dull "thud." He grimaced in pain, seeing stars.

"You! You fucking dare to trip me?" He lay on the ground, both shocked and furious, pointing at Yang Shuisheng and cursing.

"I tripped you?" Yang Shuisheng stood still, looking at him innocently. "I was just stretching my legs and moving around a bit."

"You lost your balance and fell, how can you blame it on me?"

"You dare hit me! I'll never forgive you!" The man in the floral shirt struggled to his feet, pointing at Yang Shuisheng and cursing.

"Would I hit you?"

Yang Shuisheng walked lazily up to him, looking down at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "I didn't lay a hand on you, you fell down on your own."

"And don't forget, you started it."

The man in the floral shirt was trembling with rage. He hadn't expected this seemingly unremarkable brat to be so strong and so ruthless.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and raised his hand to strike Yang Shuisheng.

"spell?"

Yang Shuisheng sneered, stepped forward, and pressed the man in the floral shirt to the ground with one hand on his shoulder.

"You fucking let go of me!"

The man in the floral shirt struggled desperately, but could not move and could only roar angrily.

With just a slight exertion, Yang Shuisheng pressed him down even more firmly.

The man in the floral shirt was sweating profusely from the pain, his face filled with agony and despair.

"Try touching me again!" he roared.

Yang Shuisheng sneered and kicked him hard in the butt, sending him flying several meters before he crashed heavily to the ground.

"ah--"

The man in the floral shirt let out a piercing scream, nearly fainting from the pain.

"I...I'm going to fucking have someone kill you!" He lay on the ground, pointing at Yang Shuisheng and cursing angrily.

"Kill me?"

Yang Shuisheng walked up to him, his eyes icy: "Don't be so quick to threaten to kill someone."

"You should be glad that we live in a society governed by law, otherwise I could have killed you the moment you threatened me."

After saying that, he kicked him out of the tailor shop.

"Get out of here! Don't let me see you again."

A crowd began to gather at the entrance, mostly curious passersby watching the spectacle.

"You just wait, I'm going to call for help right now!"

The man in the floral shirt scrambled to his feet, uttering a harsh remark.

"You'd better not run away, or I'll smash this tailor shop to pieces!"

After saying that, fearing that he would be caught by Yang Shuisheng again, he ran into the alley without looking back.

Boss Chen quickly stepped forward and pulled Yang Shuisheng away, saying, "Young comrade, you'd better leave now."

"What will happen to your tailor shop if I leave?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at Boss Chen: "Besides, I'm the one who hit him, so I have to take full responsibility."

"How will you take responsibility?"

"He's already gone to call for more people; who knows how many he'll bring later."

"Listen to me, hurry up and leave, or he'll catch you."

After all, whether Daliang Town is chaotic or not is up to Brother Kun.

If that person dares to say his brother is Brother Kun's man, then this matter is probably going to be difficult to handle today.

"fine."

Yang Shuisheng didn't move, but looked in the direction where the man in the floral shirt had disappeared and said, "If he dares to come back, I won't mind giving him another beating."

"Young comrade, this..." Boss Chen looked at him with puzzlement.

He didn't understand why this young man was so stubborn.

"It's alright, Boss Chen, let's go inside and continue picking out materials."

Liu Yulan's matter is settled, but his own is still undecided.

When Mr. Chen realized he couldn't persuade him, he could only shake his head helplessly. He prepared to think of other methods, and if all else failed, he would call the police.

About ten minutes later, the man in the floral shirt returned with a large group of people, looking very aggressive.

"Where are you? Get your ass out here right now!"

He stood at the entrance of the tailor shop, shouting and yelling inside, spitting everywhere.

"Otherwise, I'll smash this tailor shop to pieces today!"