I left the hospital, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

Zhou Tao was so awesome that he was beaten like this because he did not pay the protection fee. He also didn't want to call the police, for fear of causing trouble again, so he said that he would open a store after being discharged from the hospital. If the person no longer came to him, then forget it.

Do honest people deserve to be bullied? What era is it, how come this happens?

I thought about this and drove to a street in the industrial area where Zhou Tao’s mutton restaurant is located. Because Zhou Tao’s mutton restaurant is open here, he settled here. He always hoped to live, and his children could study here in the future. The whole family took root here, but some people prefer to destroy the dream of an ordinary person.

When I arrived at a commercial street here, I parked my car in the parking space on the side of the road and walked into a Huainan beef noodle restaurant.

I haven't had lunch yet, so it's more convenient here. I simply ordered a bowl of beef vermicelli soup and ordered two big cakes.

The prices here are indeed cheap. One night, beef vermicelli soup costs 18 yuan and two cakes cost 4 yuan, which adds up to 22 yuan, but it is very delicious.

The soup and cakes are very authentic. The boss is from Huizhou Province. I have eaten it. Seeing that it is still early and there are not many people, I came to the front desk.

"Boss, I heard that the owner of a mutton restaurant was beaten yesterday. Have you heard of this?" I said.

"When this happens, the young man is too hard, so he was beaten." The boss said.

"Too hard? I heard that it seems to be a protection fee. Is that true? Are you being protected by a protection fee?" I asked hurriedly.

"Me? I have been opening a store here for more than ten years. Those guys are my fellow villagers. How could fellow villagers ask their fellow villagers to collect protection fees?" the boss continued.

"Oh, it's from Huizhou Province. You are all fellow villagers, so you don't charge money from your store." I suddenly realized.

"Young man, I heard your accent. It seems that it is from my hometown. Where are you?" The boss nodded and continued.

"I'm from Xuancheng." I responded.

"Oh, fellow countryman, aren't you going to open a store? But don't worry about opening a store. You won't ask you for money. Brother Heizi and others are quite friendly to us fellow countrymen." The boss smiled.

"Is that so? Don't you need a trick?" I said in surprise.

"Of course I have to handle it, but not much. At the end of the year, just get two cigarettes and two bottles of better wine. Then they come to eat, and there is no need to charge money. In fact, I don't come to my place to eat a few meals a year, and sometimes I even support my business. The workers on the construction site will also bring them here. There are more than 20,000, and my Huainan beef vermicelli soup is so delicious, and I have attracted many repeat customers for me." The boss explained.

"Does foreigners have to pay for opening a shop here?" I asked.

"Yes, this rule has been going on for a while. In fact, they don't want all the money. Some of them heard that they would have to handle some local urban management. In this way, they would not care about setting up stalls at the door of the store and selling something. In extraordinary times, they would also notify everyone. If you don't notice, you will be fined 5,000 yuan. Who can bear it? If you do a few more, isn't it similar to the protection fee?" the boss continued.

"So that's the case." I nodded.

"Young man, this is a golden district, far from the city. Not to mention the commercial streets of our industrial zone, there are actually other towns. If you want to open the door to do business, you have to do some business, otherwise it will be difficult to do business. Fortunately, our fellow villagers have taken care of, otherwise it will be really difficult. In fact, Brother Heizi and others are quite good. They just encounter those who don't follow the rules and have no choice but to deal with them. Think about it, each company has paid, and there is no exception. This mutton restaurant has been open for several months. At the beginning, heizi and others will not come, but since you have made money, you have to make some sense. After all, Heizi and others have never troubled their mutton restaurant in those months." The boss said.

"Yeah, boss, your beef vermicelli soup is so delicious and very authentic." I nodded and continued to smile.

"Of course, this street is a catering business. In the past ten years, many restaurants, restaurants, and switches. I and the fellow villagers who run fast food restaurants next door have been staying there. First of all, we sell cheaply, and then, it is delicious. I start at 6 am here and I have to be busy until 2 am, and the workload is also high." The boss smiled.

After chatting with the boss for a few words, I finally found out that someone was Brother Heizi.

In the eyes of the boss, this Heizi brother is a little righteous, not to charge the protection fee of his fellow villagers. Then these fellow villagers open shops and give some gifts during festivals. As for ordinary people, Heizi brothers don’t pay for dinner, and sometimes they bring some business. Of course, for these fellow villagers, they are still acceptable. No one cares about setting up stalls at the door, and even if they are strictly investigated, they will be notified.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is wrong. If I open a store here, why should I charge my protection fee? This street is not owned by yours. It is 3,000 a month and 36,000 a year. Sometimes a store loses money, and it is only tens of thousands to close. This is an abnormal model. To put it bluntly, it is still a society who collects money and fights if you don’t give it. It is no different from a gangster and robber.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away. It is probably quite chaotic. No one cares about it. Urban management can participate. Can it be fine? This kind of thing is not a day or two, but is deeply rooted.

For a moment, I was a little confused. You said call the police. I have no evidence. People don’t admit it. Other merchants pretended that they didn’t see it. Even if I just recorded the boss, the boss said he would not dare to testify. Once he testified, I would harm others.

After thinking about it, I still feel that this matter must be discussed with Heizi himself, but I don’t know where Heizi is and what he does.

When I got into the car, I had just started the car when I saw several gangsters wearing vests and tattoos crawling out of an Audi car. They walked towards me, and two young men with little brothers pointed at my car.

I pressed the car window and looked at the person coming.

The leader was a bald man, who was 1.8 meters tall, thick waist, round waist, and a tiger-head tattoo on his arm. He was obviously smaller in size behind him.

"Brother Heizi, this car is Bentley, how much is it worth?" The younger brother passed by me, looked at me, and then spoke.

"It's definitely worth three or four million, depending on the model." A low voice sounded.

Brother Heizi!

This bald man is Brother Heizi!

This is a coincidence!

I was shocked, and I quickly pulled the handbrake and got out of the car.

"Heizi!" I shouted.

As I said, the five people all turned around. They looked up and down, and two of the little brothers came over.

"Who are you? Is it great to be rich? Brother Heizi's name can be called?" One of the curly young men spoke fiercely.
Chapter completed!