The time is 2:15 p.m.

Li Qing stood across the street not far from the Li family summer resort. He saw several luxury cars driving to the door and stopped.

A man in a suit came down from the car and said something to the bodyguards at the door. Then he saw that the bodyguards were respectful, separated on both sides and opened the door.

The window of the second car rolled down slowly. A young man, aged twenty-five or six, stretched his head out of it. His face was thin and pale. The young man looked around, and then his head retracted.

Li Qing's body stagnated slightly. Although he stood in the distance, he recognized the man at a glance, Li Xian!

The window was rolled up again, and a convoy of several luxury cars slowly drove into Lijiazhuang garden.

After thinking for a while, Li Qing turned around and walked slowly along Changxing road. From time to time, she looked back at several bodyguards at the door of Li family villa in the distance.

With a slight meal at his feet, Li Qing stopped at a fruit stall on the side of the road, and his mind suddenly appeared.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties. He wears a big sun hat and his skin is tanned by the sun. These honest and responsible orchard owners get up before dawn every morning to pick fruit, and then rush to the city on an electric tricycle to peddle the dew in the morning, just for that meager income.

These meager profits may be a rich dish on the table, a wife's bright woolen coat, or the cost of children's school books.

What happens day after day to these hard-working ordinary people is what the world is like.

"Sir, do you want to buy fruit?" when the stall owner saw someone standing in front of his stall, he said with a smile, "the fruit just picked in the morning is fresh and very sweet. If you don't believe it, try one first."

"No." Li Qing picked up a plum and weighed it in his hand, "I want it all."

"All?" the stall owner looked at Li Qing, and his honest face showed deep amazement. "Sir, are you kidding?"

Li Qing smiled and shook his head: "no kidding, I want all of them. By the way, sell me your car."

The voice fell. Regardless of the stunned stall owner, Li Qing took out his wallet directly from his pocket, took out all the money from it, and roughly ordered: "more than 10000 fruits, fruit baskets, and your car, should be enough?"

"You..." the stall owner was an honest man. He stood there for a long time without saying anything. After a long time, he finally said, "Sir, I just came to do some small business, but I didn't offend you. Don't bother me."

"I didn't bother you." Li Qing shrugged. "Just tell me, is this more than 10000 enough to buy your fruit and car?"

The stall owner waved his hand again and again: "it's useless at all. My broken electric tricycle came from the second-hand market. At best, it's only two thousand yuan. Counting these fruits, three thousand is the top of the sky."

"That's good. Give you the money and leave the things." Li Qing said and handed the money over.

The stall owner hesitated and saw Li Qing send it forward again. Then he took the money reluctantly: "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I want to experience life today." Li Qing said casually, raised her eyelids and looked at the stall owner. "Your hat is also good. How about giving it to me if you're not afraid of drying?"

Having just picked up such a big bargain, the stall owner was dizzy with the impact. He quickly took off the straw hat on his head and handed it over with both hands: "a broken hat, sir. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"HMM." he nodded slightly. Li Qing took his hat and put it on his head. The broad brim of his hat just covered his face.

"Pretty good?" Li Qing asked with a smile.

"Good, good." the stall owner nodded again and again.

He helped his hat with his hand. Li Qing moved the fruit on the ground into the carriage, then directly stepped on the electric tricycle and waved to the stall owner: "well, thank you today."

"Don't say that. It's me who thank you. Look at so much money, I'm taking advantage of my stool."

Li Qing waved and rode an electric tricycle to the Li family's summer resort amid the thanks of the stall owner.

Drive the car to the front door of the villa. Li Qing gets off the bus and then carries the fruit down the carriage.

Several bodyguards at the door looked silly and looked at each other with strange faces.

"Where did the countryman run out? He's selling?"

"Selling things in front of the Li family's house? Where did he get the courage?"

A few ballet guards mutter and make complaints about it. A bald bodyguard was sent out across the street to Li Qing's fruit stand and cried, "Hello! Do you know what this is?"

The brim of his hat covered his face. Li Qing deliberately changed his tone and sounded like a middle-aged man's voice: "you know, this is not the territory of the Li family."

"Hey, hey, that's interesting." the bald man touched his head and smiled. "You have a lot of courage. You know this is the territory of the Li family and dare to sell things here?"

He picked up a fruit. Li Qing rubbed it with his sleeve, and then took a bite. His voice was vague: "I heard that the feng shui of the Li family is good. It should be good to do some small business here and borrow some money."

"Shit, dare to compete with the Li family for Feng Shui. Don't you want to live?" the bald head was angry and waved impatiently. "Hurry up and get out. It's not easy for you to sell some fruit. I don't care about you. If you're still making trouble here, my brothers will drive you away."

Li Qing smiled: "Li's family has a big business. Can you accommodate my little business? It's convenient. Don't let me move. Otherwise, you can taste my fruit and give you some free."

"Asshole!" the bald head was a little sad and laughing. "Move away from the house right away, or I'll be rude to you. Even if I'm not good enough, I won't miss you."

"Don't say that. I picked the fruit in the morning, especially the plum. It's sweet. Don't believe you try it?" Li Qing said gently.

Baldheaded, hearing Li Qing's words, his face suddenly changed and glared: "are you fucking stupid or fake stupid? Where is this? This is the Li family! Are you tired of selling plums here?"

Li Qing, pretending to be frightened, shrank back: "sorry, big brother, I really didn't expect this floor. I'm telling the truth. These are the sweet fruits of Shuanglong mountain. They are all used for export overseas. If you want to open your mouth, you'll get into trouble. Don't be angry. I'll pack up and go right away."

"Go away!" the bald man snorted angrily, waved his hand at Li Qing, turned and was about to go back. Unexpectedly, he took two steps and turned back. Suddenly he asked, "where's your plum?"

"Ah? Shuanglong mountain." Li Qing was deliberately stunned for a while before he hesitated.

"The plum of Shuanglong mountain?" the bald head gently pulled the corners of his mouth. "Don't go yet. Wait here for a while. I'll go back and ask."

Then the bodyguard turned back, muttered a few words with several bodyguards at the door, pointed at Li Qing, and then went inside.

The rest of Li Qing, wearing a straw hat with wide edges, stood in the hot sun with a meaningful smile on his mouth.

The Li family doesn't eat plums. Li Qing, who was once the eldest son of the Li family, knows this better than anyone, but there is an exception to this rule.

If the plums are transported from Shuanglong mountain, the Li family should pick them up anyway. Not only that, according to the rules handed down by their ancestors, the Li family purchases a batch of plums from Shuanglong mountain every year when they are mature. The bid is quite expensive, but they don't pick them up by themselves. Instead, local fruit farmers work hard to deliver them to the door. Every year, so much so that not only the Li family, but also the bodyguards and even people from other families know this very well.

Such a rule originated from one of the owners of the Li family in those years. It is said that the owner also happened to meet a fruit farmer selling plums at the door one morning. He was originally unhappy. When he asked about the origin of the fruit, he found that it was transported from Shuanglong mountain. He was shocked and quickly paid a high price to buy all the fruit, which handed down such a practice.

As for the reason for the sudden change in the attitude of the master, it is also easy to explain, because Shuanglong mountain is the ancestral land of the Li family. The earliest generations of Li's ancestors were buried there.

The plum shipped from Shuanglong mountain takes the homonym of "Li" and "gift", which is "gift from ancestors". If future generations dare not take it, they will be charged with a crime of treachery.

Li Qing knows these things very well and has full confidence. As long as the Li family in the summer resort heard that the plum was transported from Shuanglong mountain, they will receive it anyway, and Li Qing must send it by himself.

If someone else carries it in, can it still be called "gift giving"?

The older the family is, the more it adheres to these worldly sophistication. Li Qing just takes advantage of this and chooses a very clever way to get in.

Sure enough, the skinhead bodyguard rushed out in less than ten minutes. He ran to Li Qing and took a breath: "good luck, you boy. All the plums will come in with me."

"The peach is also sweet," said Li Qing, pretending to be dull. "It's also fresh. It was picked from Shuanglong mountain."

"Where do you pick peaches? It's none of my bird's business. I'll ask you, is this plum from Shuanglong mountain?" he asked with his bare head staring.

"Yes." Li Qing nodded, pretending to be honest.

The bald head answered, "that's right. You carry the fruit. Come in with me and pay for you."

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