Stall setting starts from Malatang

126 Chapter 126, Overlord Meal 3
"Boss, look at Xiaolin Malatang's business is really good!"

In the distance, seeing Xiaolin Malatang surrounded by people, the old guys said enviously.

"Oh, the better his business is, the deeper the lesson will be for him."

The tattooed man tapped a Chinese root, buried his face in the smog, pretended to be comfortable and spit out eye circles, his posture looked very chic.

"Isn't it a bit too much for us to do this..."

The little cotton candy seller said nervously, he has always been responsible for his business, his business is not bad, and he never has any ill relations with others.A while ago, I heard that these old guys who often attend food festivals have a group to share business news with each other, so I took the initiative to join, thinking that if I didn't join, I might be isolated.I didn't expect that a series of messy things would be involved, and I immediately regretted it in my heart, feeling like I was on a thief's boat.

"Boss, if we do this, what if he calls the police?"

The boss who sells stinky tofu is also very disturbed. He recalled his feelings when he was complained about, and after thinking about it, he felt unbearable.

"Haha, what are you afraid of? We haven't broken any laws."

"If we don't take measures, will we just watch them steal our business? We signed a contract with the company and paid the booth fee to come in. What are they? cheap."

"The business that originally belonged to us is now going to be taken away by these people. Are you willing to do so? I am the bad guy, thinking about conspiracies all day long. You are all good students, good boys, right? "

The tattooed man said sadly, his words touched the hearts of many people.

Although there are inappropriate things in it, but as the tattooed man said, they are guerrillas, and they can be shot to change places. After these two days have passed, who will go outside to trouble them?But these night market stall owners are different. They are rooted in the local area. They dare not quarrel with others and are naturally compromising.

What's more, what they did was not illegal. They were on the edge of the law, but they just couldn't get in. Even if they called the police, they couldn't help them.

The experience in this area, the old guys also groped through the beatings of the society, and the process was full of tears and sweat.

"Guang Xiaolin Malatang's family did a turnover of [-] to [-] yuan yesterday, and the entire Beishan Night Market did at least [-] to [-] yuan. These should be our businesses, but now they have poached them for no reason."

"Anyway, this group of people didn't pay the booth fee, and they drove away without any loss. They are here, and they are taking away all the business that originally belonged to us!"

Under the instigation of the tattooed man, everyone was gradually convinced by this truth, and the idea of ​​"finally found an organization" came to mind.

Seeing that everyone was gradually convinced, the tattooed man began to plan the next step: the food festival only lasts three days, and even if Xiaolin Malatang is defeated today, there will only be one day left tomorrow.But this is a rare military training that can unite everyone. I believe that these people will follow him from now on.

As for Lao Zhang, the Mala Xiangguo who sang against him, he is already a bad old man with no fighting spirit, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Let's teach Xiaolin Malatang a lesson today, and knock the mountain to shake the tiger. In the afternoon, we will warn the other country bumpkins in the Beishan Night Market, and ask them to stop and stop for me during the day tomorrow. If you don't obey, get out! Since they come from the night market, then do it well. Their night market has nothing to do with them during the day!"

"The food festival during the day is our food festival!"

The tattooed man patted his chest and said proudly.In his discourse, he used the words "we" and "them" with a strong sense of identity many times, which is very inductive.

"Okay! The boss said well!"

"That's right, we need to unite like this! Garbage companies are unreliable, we still have to figure out a way by ourselves."

Immediately, a man with tattoos who had arranged in advance took over the conversation and praised the boss's wisdom and martial arts, which gradually aroused everyone's sympathy and felt that he was the party of justice.This slightly drastic move now is just to get back the rights they deserve.

"That's right, these country bumpkins, freeloaders, why should they take advantage of us!"

"If they refuse to accept it, they will also pay the booth fee! It's really a good idea to use the company's signboard to attract business for them!"

"In the future, if we meet such a person again, everyone will go to find faults together, so that he can't get along!"

Under the guidance of the tattooed man, the stall owners of the food festival began to have various extreme ideas.

He nodded in satisfaction, watching the old guys thinking in the direction he wanted to see, thinking in his mind that if he had a few more games, he would be the real boss of this group.So Xiaolin Malatang, as the number one enemy of this freshman team, must be defeated beautifully!Establish prestige for yourself and forge cohesion for the team.

……

When going to work in the morning, Ye Chao kept thinking about the text message Lin Xiaojian received last night.Seeing his restless look, the colleague next to him asked with concern.

After he told his colleagues about the situation, they rose up against the case and roared with righteous indignation: "Xiaojian's matter is our matter, why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Xiaojian is such a good doll, and he can be subdued with his own hands, but he will be targeted by others!? Is there any reason!"

"It must be a colleague secretly playing tricks!"

Everyone you say, I will analyze it with Ye Chao.

Compared to a business alliance that relies on profit to maintain relationships, the relationship between fellow villagers and colleagues is obviously closer and inherently close to each other.

The fighting power of the working class is not a joke, even if it is not a revolutionary era, it is not vain in the face of these loose organizations.

Three strong men, one holding a crowbar half the height of a person, and the other holding a big wrench with the thickness of an arm, squeezed through the crowd in two or three strokes, and stood beside Lin Xiaojian, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

"Who bullied our Xiaojian!?"

"Want to find fault!? I think your head is hard or the crowbar in my hand is hard?"

These three tower-like burly men descended from the sky, holding weapons in their hands, with hideous expressions on their faces. Some timid onlookers quickly dispersed, fearing that a fight would hurt Chi Yu later, and they reacted quickly by turning on the video recording software on their mobile phones.

Seeing Xiaolin Malatang's three ferocious helpers coming, the voice of the loudest little Liuzi immediately quieted down, his eyes became wandering, and he took a step back into the crowd.

After all, he is not a gangster, and his head can't stand up.In the end, I just want to give this newcomer a bad start and show off my old qualifications.If Lin Xiaojian admits his mistake on the spot and begs for mercy, then that's fine, he won't do anything wrong, give him a step down.

(End of this chapter)