Throughout the morning, almost no flies flew in the store. Fang Zhiqiang could almost watch the dishes wilting a little bit.

As for his mood, he felt that he was just like these dishes, completely sluggish. There were only four words left to describe it: sit back and wait to die.

But the problem is that he is not even qualified to sit still and wait for death. If he doesn't struggle, his end will be worse than death.

There is no hope for Qin Xiaojun. First of all, Qin Xiaojun can no longer reason with him or use any method to change his mind. His idea is very determined. As long as Fang Zhiqiang is defeated, Fang Zhiqiang will be asked to leave.

Especially what happened that night

After the love affair, he only had clear hatred for Fang Zhiqiang. This was made clear on the phone. Moreover, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't even find him when he was abroad, and calling him was of no use at all.

Their hatred for each other only deepened.

He can only find a way to get rid of the bald head by himself. No matter what, let him and his men leave the door of the store. As for whether Qin Xiaojun will use other means to find other people to continue to take revenge on him after the bald head leaves.

That's out of control for the time being. Unless the bald head is removed, he has no right to think about anything in the future.

When he went out to buy food at noon, Fang Zhiqiang walked up to the bald head and asked him face to face: Can we talk?

Yes, what are you talking about? Guitar or piano? The bald man looked serious and joked, but the joking look in his eyes clearly showed that he did not take this seriously at all, probably Fang Zhiqiang.

In his eyes, Fang Zhiqiang is just a dying fish, how can he still flapping? How can he fight against people like them?

Fang Zhiqiang couldn't laugh it off. He tried to keep himself calm, walked up to the bald head, and let himself say this. If he hadn't considered practical issues and the business of the store, he would probably turn around and leave, or,

Before leaving, give the bald head a hard slap on his face.

But now, he can only endure it. He has no other choice but to endure it. Are you all local or from other places?

With his bald head and playful smile, one glance showed that he had no intention of talking to him: It doesn’t matter where we are from, we are all Chinese, right? Just like the land in front of your door, there is a saying that the whole world is not the land of the king, and you can’t

You say this is your land, right? It belongs to the country, no matter where we are

People are all citizens of the country. As long as they don't break the law or commit crimes, they have the right to sit on the country's land, right? You can't use this to dare us to leave just because of where we are from. He can actually change the subject on his own

When it comes to the issue of meditation, they openly introduce such a set of fallacies.

Fang Zhiqiang listened coldly. He even heard that there was a bit of Sichuan accent in the bald man's accent. Maybe they were fellow villagers. But he had no intention of building a relationship with such people. He said coldly: Yes,

You are right. To put it more broadly, we are all human beings and we all need to eat and survive. Do you think it is appropriate to block other people's way of living and leave others without food?

The bald man said with a surprised look: Did I block your way to eat? No, I'm just sitting here. The place here is so big, you can definitely walk there. You see, we didn't stop you.

The gangsters sitting next to him heard this and burst into laughter together. They were deliberately cooperating with the bald head and laughing at Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang looked around, at the gangsters who were laughing crazily, and then at the bald man with a joking and proud face, and continued: I know your purpose is for money, and I also know that he gave you money, a lot of money.

But you are doing it for your own money

, if you cut off other people's livelihood, this is enough. I am just a small person, and I just want to open my small shop honestly. If you are seeking money and don't let me open this shop, then it is cut off.

I don't mind if everyone fights to the death for my survival.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man laughed loudly again, even crazier than before. He probably felt that Fang Zhiqiang was telling the funniest joke. The other gangsters were also laughing together. They all felt that Fang Zhiqiang was telling the funniest joke.

Fang Zhiqiang must have gone crazy to say this. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fang Zhiqiang is alone, how can he fight with so many of them? Isn't this a joke? If the fish is dead, the net will be broken.

Before even moving, the fish tortured itself to death.

He said coldly to the bald head: I know that if you dare to do this, there must be greater forces and more people behind it. A little finger can crush me to death. But this does not mean that I am afraid of you.

.In your heart, you must feel that I alone cannot compete with you people no matter what. Yes, that is indeed the case. But think about it, rabbits bite people when they are anxious. What if a person is forced to resist when he is anxious?

I can do anything. It’s not like I haven’t experienced this before, so I have been mentally prepared for a long time. Even if I drag one person to die with me, it will be enough, and two people will make a profit. As for when the time comes

Whoever is dragged up depends on your luck. As for you, you have to decide for yourself what consequences you can bear for two thousand yuan for that day. Whether two thousand yuan is enough for funeral expenses and the future life of the family?

Do the math.

Qin Xiaojun can give you two thousand yuan a day, but I can't give it to you. I don't have that much money. The most I can give you is two hundred thousand yuan, which I will treat as buying a way of life from you. From now on, we will not owe each other anything, and we will not offend each other.

.If I can’t buy it, that’s no problem. Without this store, I have nothing. I still have debts that I can’t pay back in my life, and I have no hope of living. Do you think I will fight you all? Take.

Money is fine, but don't force people to die.

Two hundred thousand yuan is Fang Zhiqiang's bottom line, and it is also the only money he can use now. This is all the money he paid back to Li Xiaoxiao before, which she did not ask for, and all the recent profits. He still needs to pay for it.

The spare funds for the last part of the turnover. But he must try

For a moment, if the bald man was willing to leave, he would be willing to spend the 200,000 yuan. It was indeed what he told the bald man. The 200,000 yuan he bought was a way to survive. For the sake of business, he compromised. If he didn't even have the chance to compromise,

, then he would have no choice but to choose another path.

The bald man stopped smiling. He was also staring at Fang Zhiqiang, sizing up Fang Zhiqiang. From Fang Zhiqiang's eyes, he saw a kind of determination and cruelty, like that of a wolf forced to the edge of a cliff.
Chapter completed!