Qingxian Street, as its name suggests, is clean and cool, with idle people everywhere, most of whom are tourists from other cities, wandering on the streets full of strange flowers and plants, treating this place as the most comfortable place to escape the summer heat in the hot summer.

This tourist street is quite famous in the south of the town. It receives no 8,000 or 10,000 tourists every day. It is just one kilometer long, but there are hundreds of antique shops on both sides, and various strange flowers and plants are planted in front of the shops.

These flowers and plants are all cultivated by master gardeners after years of hard work. They are the symbols of Qingxuan Street and the highlights that tourists pay the most attention to when visiting.

However, such a beautiful place is not as peaceful and harmonious as everyone imagines. There are still many dirty and dirty things hidden in the dark. Many shop owners live in fear every day. Today is dark for all shop owners.

Compared to Sister Qi of the flower shop, it is her nightmare.

Hurry!

A terrifying voice came from the flower shop, accompanied by a scream from a woman.

"ah!"

"Damn it! What's the ghost called?" The voice of a rude man, who was impatient and rude, came from the flower shop.

The owner of the flower shop is a widow. He has a seven-year-old child and lives a good life through the small shop passed down by his husband's family. After all, in such a tourist attraction, the daily traffic of people alone is enough to support a whole family.

However, the Widow Qijie has been very sad recently. The reason is that she offended Qingxian Street Anti-Japanese War. Her name sounds very elegant, but she is like a bandit when she is doing things, nicknamed Yun in the Wind.

Yun in the Feng was originally named Zhang Feng. He used to be with Xiang Wu. Since Xiang Wu died, he has separated from Juyitang and set up his own business. Relying on his ability to fight and have another brother under his command, he took advantage of the situation to snatch the fat piece of Qingxian Street.

As soon as Zhang Feng arrived, he became even more violent, bullying people openly and secretly, causing complaints from the shopkeepers.

Although this street is usually harmonious, it is actually undercurrents. The group led by the cloud in the wind signs security agreements with various stores through various methods and means, and pays a certain amount of fees every month to ensure the so-called "safety".

In fact, to put it bluntly, this kind of agreement is a mandatory protection fee. However, in today's society, such things do not allow such a thing to happen. However, in such places, even the police are difficult to manage. Often, people from the head and feet come to check, and the people in the back are notified and there is no trace of them hidden.

Today, Zhang Feng brought a group of people to Ruyi Flower Shop, which clearly wanted to bully Qi Jie. Friends from nearby shops could only watch but dare not come to help, because if anyone helped, they would definitely be blackmailed by Yun in the Feng.

The reason why Zhang Feng is so arrogant is that he has a backer in the bureau, no one can control him, and no one dares to control him. Even if someone is angry, he will report to the bureau. When the police come, they will take a few turns and find no favorable evidence. Zhang Feng will still be at large afterwards, and the whistleblower will certainly suffer a bloody disaster.

Over time, no one is willing to take such risks again. As long as Zhang Feng is not too much, he will endure it.

"Brother Yun! I have paid 4,000 yuan according to the agreement, why do you still need it?" Sister Qi shed tears pitifully, looking at the two craft vases that were broken on the ground, feeling very distressed.

Sister Qi has been so miserable in recent days. She still doesn’t know how to offend these people, and why she is treated specially.

"Four thousand yuan? Isn't it useless? I heard that you sold dozens of pots of scarce flowers and plants this month, and your income alone is more than 50,000 yuan? According to the agreement, pay the fee by fifteen%, and now there is still two thousand left--" Zhang Feng said a casual number.

When she heard this, Sister Qi's face turned green and she hurriedly defended: "The dozens of pots of flowers were bought by Brother Feng, a friend you introduced to. I don't make any money at all, and I even pay for it. Now I have to draw money from here. How can I give you money?"

"No money?" Zhang Feng raised his foot and stepped on a chair and said with a smile, "Sister Qi, are you just in your early thirties?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Sister Qi was slightly stunned and replied subconsciously.

"I heard you have a daughter, seven years old? She is in the first grade of Dongcheng Street Experimental Primary School?" Zhang Feng didn't know what the hell was thinking, but he touched her daughter again.

"What do you mean?" Sister Qi is also a smart person, and her heartbeat instantly accelerates to her usual limit.

Zhang Feng touched his little beard and said meaningfully: "It is not easy for you orphans and widows to be a widow. I don't have to be in trouble with you, but rules are rules. If you don't abide by them and others follow suit, how should I live?"

"You, how should you live?" Sister Qi almost fainted from this sentence.

He does nothing all day long, collects protection fees in the fish and meat village, and collects hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. Now he tells me how you live? Sister Qi wishes God would chop off a lightning bolt and kill Zhang Feng to death to relieve his anger.

"Yes!" Zhang Feng looked at Sister Qi innocently and smiled, "I want to live too. I protect the safety of hundreds of households and thousands of people in your family. It's very hard. I just charge so much money every month, and you are still chatting all day long. Is it interesting?"

Sister Qi was trembling all over and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Do you think about it?" Zhang Feng put down his legs, reached out to take off the soil on the chair, and sat on it with a golden sword.

"I really have no money! I have paid the tuition for my children!" Sister Qi sighed and smiled bitterly, "If it doesn't work, please move a few pots of flowers. I'm not even able to buy goods next month."

"What do I want your flowers?" Zhang Feng's eyes turned, he leaned closer, and smiled, "What's the child's tuition? As long as you promise me something, let alone the child's tuition, I won't charge you money in the future. How about it?"

"What, what's the matter?" Sister Qi knew that there would be no pie falling from the sky, but she couldn't help asking.

"Our Lingling is exactly seven years old this year, right?" Zhang Feng asked meaningfully.

"Brother Feng, what do you mean?" Sister Qi's heart became more and more uneasy.

"On May 7th, Is it a moment of Hai, right?"

Sister Qi was stunned and couldn't help but shout, "How do you know?"

"Is this easy to check? Is it easy to find out? There is a student status information. Now, there is a huge opportunity in front of you. As long as you agree, you will be sure to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Zhang Feng threw out a huge bait.

However, Sister Qi understood that there must be reasons why the other party came to negotiate the conditions like this, which made him unable to speak of, and perhaps it was the reason why she herself was extremely unbearable.

Sister Qi didn't even think about it. As long as the child's problem was involved, she would not compromise, so she shook her head and said, "No matter what you say, I won't agree!"

"What?" Zhang Feng's eyes chilled, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I came to you to discuss that it was for you to give face. I don't want to bully an orphan and widowed mother. If you don't know how to be polite, do you know the consequences?"

"You, don't force me!" Sister Qi gritted her teeth and endured it.

Bang!
Chapter completed!