87. Chapter 87 Looking for trouble

Author: Jin 01

Chapter 87 Looking for trouble

Bai Mang never imagined that shooting videos would be more tiring than working.

He actually filmed such a short two-minute video more than a dozen times. By the time the video was finished and uploaded to the website, it was already midnight.

Bai Mang felt a little exhausted.

This is not the same thing as a live broadcast. A live broadcast is just sitting there and explaining, as long as the lighting angle is about the same.

This video can be quite complicated.

After one shot, it didn’t work and I had to retake it.

After taking the video that he was satisfied with, Bai Mang was exhausted and didn't want to go anywhere. He fell on the bed and slept until dawn.

In the morning, Bai Mang yawned and got up, first preparing the goods for Guo Tianlun.

At 6:10, Guo Tianlun drove his newly purchased second-hand light truck to Yezhugou.

Guo Tianlun only came to Yezhugou to pick up goods recently. In the past, Bai Mang would deliver them to him in town and hand them over to him on a certain road section.

But as he wanted more and more goods, it became inconvenient to deliver them outside, so Bai Mang asked Guo Tianlun to go to Yezhugou to pull the goods.

The fruits that Baimang supplies to Guo Tianlun are not static and follow the seasons of the earth.

Regardless of the fruits from the south or the north, whatever fruits are available in the fruit market will be available here in Baimang.

Of course, if you want out-of-season fruit, white mango is also available.

He hasn't distinguished the seasons in Lanmanxing yet. It feels like the temperature there is the same. It seems that all kinds of fruits can grow, regardless of whether they are in the south or the north.

"The roads here are not very good, they are full of potholes."

"It will be fine soon. Maybe I can walk on the cement road in two months."

"Really? You spend money to repair it yourself?"

"How can I have such great strength? The country will fix it for me."

"That's pretty much it. I have to go back in a hurry, so I won't talk to you anymore and let's go!"

After paying the money, Guo Tianlun drove away.

Guo Xiangui also loaded up his tricycle and left, and Bai Mang also rode his electric tricycle to the market.

Guo Xiangui went to deliver fruits, but Bai Mang was still selling kitchen knives where he set up a stall.

Although Guo Tianlun took away fifty knives today, he still has a hundred knives on him. What if he doesn't sell them?

After all, kitchen knives are not an urgent need. Before the market opens, sales volume is destined to not be too large.

Baimang is not in a hurry. Fruits can now bring him fifty or sixty thousand yuan a day, and the income of a few thousand yuan from a kitchen knife is better than nothing.

Just think of it as a side job.

He has been selling kitchen knives here in several markets, and has sold two to three hundred knives in total.

The kitchen knife market in Baitang Town is probably almost saturated, and no one would buy a lot of knives to keep at home.

Rural fairs are usually held every five days, and he had been rushing to the market for almost a month without any hesitation.

His kitchen knives still made a name for themselves, and some customers were already waiting here. Bai Mang sold more than a dozen of them as soon as he opened his stall.

After this wave passed, the sales of the next items became much slower.

Around nine o'clock, a young man came to Bai Mang's stall, squatted down and pointed at Bai Mang's kitchen knife and asked: "How much does your kitchen knife cost?"

"forty!"

Bai Mang was a little confused, but he still told the price in a fair manner.

He has been selling kitchen knives for almost a month. Most of the people buying kitchen knives are middle-aged women, and a few are old men. This is the first time a young man has come to ask about the price of kitchen knives.

"Forty! So expensive? Forty yuan can buy two handfuls at other stalls."

"You get what you pay for. If you go to Pinshao Shao Shao, you can buy four for 40 yuan and still have money left over."

"You're such an interesting stall owner, you're so arrogant, aren't you?"

"I'm just making a metaphor, not trying to argue. I can guarantee that you can use my kitchen knife for at least ten years, or even more."

"Ten years? You can brag! If it doesn't last ten years, how much will you pay?"

Bai Mang frowned.

If the young man had said this with a smile on his face, he would have thought the other person was joking, but it would be a bit strange if the other person said this seriously.

"My kitchen knife is not only strong but also fast. I say ten years is just an understatement. Normally fifteen or twenty years is the same."

"The more you say, the more energetic you become. Let me see how fast your knife is."

The young man picked up a kitchen knife and started making gestures with his hands.

"Brother! Be careful, if you play with it like this, I won't be responsible if you cut your hand."

As soon as Bai Mang finished speaking, the young man's hand over there was really bleeding.

"Look, I just reminded you and you cut your hand. I told you to be careful and wrap your hand." Bai Mang also handed over a piece of tissue paper.

He brought a pack of paper with him to clean the knife.

The young man wrapped his fingers with tissue paper and said this.

"Knife seller! Your knife broke my hand. How much will you pay me?"

This time Bai Mang finally understood that he was here to blackmail people.

"Brother! I warned you before."

"Don't talk nonsense with me. Just tell me whether you can guarantee the money or not?"

"How much do you want?"

With the idea of ​​settling the matter, if the other party wanted to extort a pack of cigarette money, Bai Mang was ready to give it to him and send him away quickly.

"I won't leave without three thousand."

"How much? Three thousand? How about I give you a kitchen knife and you can use it to rob a bank? You have gold teeth in your mouth and you dare to shout so loudly?"

"Is it more than three thousand? I know what material your kitchen knife is made of? Is it poisonous? If my hand gets infected and I'm hospitalized, wouldn't three thousand be enough?"

If you think about it this way, the story will be quite long.

"Haha! According to your logic, if you died now, I would be a murderer!"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" The young man's face is not a face, and his nose is not a nose.

"That's what I'm saying. You're just here to blackmail people. I'm telling you clearly, you can sue wherever you like, and you'll be the first to file a lawsuit!"

"Say something more and I'll listen!"

"Go wherever you like, go to whoever you like, get out! Do you hear me clearly this time?"

"Okay! Just wait! Don't leave if you can."

"I promise not to leave, I'll see who you can find!"

At this point, Bai Mang basically understood that it might be those street gangsters who came to trouble him, but they were not from Baitang Town.

Maybe it was the people who went to Yezhugou to cause trouble that night.

The young man left cursing.

"Knife seller! You'd better leave. This guy doesn't look like a good guy at first glance. He might bring a group of people with him later."

"It's okay! I don't care how many people come."

Although he said this, Bai Mang still put the knife away.

If a fight breaks out later, it will be a trivial matter to lose a few of these kitchen knives. But if there is chaos and some bastard hurts someone with a knife, it will not be fun.

As soon as Bai Mang packed the kitchen knife into a bag and put it in the electric tricycle, five or six young people came in an aggressive manner.

The leader was none other than the young man who had cut his hand just now.

"This guy, he cut my hand with a knife. Not only did he not keep the money, he was also a thief!" The young man with the broken hand pointed at Bai Mang's nose with the hand holding the paper.
Chapter completed!