Time flew by and it was already noon. Throughout the morning, several people still came over to ask Lin Feng about the price, but everyone's reaction was as expected, just like the first middle-aged man, who regarded Lin Feng as an out-and-out

Neuropathy……

Faced with everyone's reaction, Lin Feng was not discouraged, but continued to sit patiently behind his "booth", waiting for someone who knew the goods to show up. Just when Lin Feng felt a little sleepy and drowsy from waiting, there was a burst of noise.

Suddenly he woke up:

"Get out of the way! The rent is collected, the rent is collected!"

Lin Feng raised his head and stared coldly at a few domineering gangsters not far away who were asking for cash from various stall owners. The strange thing was that in the face of these arrogant gangsters, no one dared to resist.

, but obediently take money wherever you go. Lin Feng turned around and asked a stall owner next to him:

"Who are these little gangsters?"

"They? They are the underworld under the Jiutian Group, and they are here to collect rent." The stall owner said in a commonplace manner.

"Rent collection? What's going on with rent collection?" Lin Feng frowned and asked.

"Hmph, do you really think that you can stay in this place for free? Grand View Garden belongs to the Jiutian Group. There is a special underworld on this land to collect rent. Do you know why there is no urban management here? That's because of the urban management.

I don’t dare to provoke them at all. On this ground, these people are supported by the Jiutian Group, and they are the local emperors here. No one dares to provoke them..." The stall owner shook his head and said helplessly.

While they were talking, several gangsters came to Lin Feng and stopped in front of them. The leader, Cockscomb Head, looked Lin Feng up and down, kicked down the paper box Lin Feng stood in front of him, and sneered:

"Hey, kid, I haven't seen you before. Are you new here? Do you not understand the rules? What kind of bullshit secrets are you selling? Do you know whose territory this is? If you stay here, you have to pay me rent.

!”

Lin Feng smiled slightly and said:

"I've been here all morning and haven't done any business. Where can I get the rent for you?"

The cockscomb head was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with the gangsters behind him, and then laughed wildly:

"You really hit a wall today? You have no money? How dare you set up a stall here without money? Do you still want us to take care of your business?" As he said that, Cockscomb Head suddenly kicked him away in front of Lin Feng.

The paper shell shouted at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked coldly at the cock-comb head in front of him, shook his head and said:

"Let's go, you can't afford my things."

The cockscomb head was stunned again. After a moment, he laughed angrily and said:

"Okay, okay! I want to see what you are selling that I can't afford! Take it out!"

Looking at the reluctant Cockscomb, Lin Feng frowned, and was too lazy to argue with him. He took out the printed martial arts secret book from his backpack and handed it to Cockscomb. Cockscomb glanced at it briefly and seemed to throw it away.

The paper was thrown back into Lin Feng's hands, and he shouted to the women behind him with a grin:

"Hey, didn't you realize that this kid is still a lunatic? How dare he sell it with a few scraps of paper, ah? How dare he say that this is a martial arts secret book? Hahahahaha!"

Lin Feng did not explain too much, just shook his head gently and said calmly:

"Forget it if you don't buy it. Don't delay my business with others. If you don't want it, someone else wants it..."

Cockscomb Head sneered and said:

"Okay! Didn't you say that what you sell is martial arts secrets? Or some kind of monument pusher? Open the monument and crack the stone? I will stand here and see how you push it. If you can't push me, kneel down for me.

How about calling me dad three times?"

An imperceptible coldness flashed across Lin Feng's pupils, and he said coldly:

"you sure?"

The cockscomb head unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, pulled open his clothes, and exposed his chest:

"Come on, come on, come here and push as hard as you can. Come on!"

Looking at the rogue-looking cockscomb head, the coldness in Lin Feng's eyes became stronger and stronger. He took a deep breath and slowly gathered his strength with his hands according to the secret book, slowly destroying the strength of his whole body to the strength of his hands.

Among the muscles and veins, due to excessive exertion, the veins in Lin Feng's hands suddenly bulged out, looking very scary. Then, Lin Feng's hands suddenly clasped together in front of his chest, forming a handprint, and suddenly attacked

He touched Cockscomb's chest and shouted angrily:

"Monument Pusher!!!"

"puff!!!!"

There was a muffled sound, and as Lin Feng pushed down with both hands, the cock-combed head glared, spitting out a mouthful of blood into the air, and his body quickly ejected backwards like a cannonball, hitting the wall of the shop behind him hard.

, there was a loud noise, and the hard wall was shattered into several small cracks...

The pusher's power can crack the monument and crack the stone. Coupled with Lin Feng's nine-yang magic skill, he can use all the power of his body, superimpose each other, and burst out in a concentrated manner. Its power is no less than that of a car crashing into it at high speed.

Car. Lin Feng was afraid of causing trouble, so he did not hit Cockscomb Head on the heart, but the thoracic joint, which is the hardest part of the ribs. Otherwise Cockscomb Head would definitely be killed on the spot. Even so, Lin Feng could also feel this.

One palm broke at least four of Cockscomb's strongest ribs...

Seeing this scene, the onlookers fell silent. Everyone was stunned for five seconds before they burst into cheers in unison:

"well!"

“Young man is awesome!!!”

Facing the cheers of the onlookers, Lin Feng modestly waved his hand to signal that everyone should keep quiet. It was not Lin Feng's original intention that things have developed to this point, and he did not want to offend some potential forces. This guy is serious.

He only tries to teach others a lesson if he bullies them too much. But in this way, he may gain unexpected advertising effects...

"Third brother!!!"

Several policemen panicked and hurriedly helped up the cockscomb who was still vomiting blood. The cockscomb, like a dog with its back broken, struggled to raise its head and stared at Lin Feng with a malicious look in its eyes.

Then he was carried by a few boys and disappeared at the end of the street...

Watching several police officers leave, Lin Feng just breathed a sigh of relief and was immediately surrounded by onlookers:

"Little brother, can you sell me this secret book of yours?"

"Sell it to me, sell it to me!"

Faced with the 180-degree change in the situation, Lin Feng was a little at a loss and could only shake his head with a wry smile. It seemed that the effect of this live advertisement delivered to his door was really scary. But Lin Feng also knew very well.

Once you quote the price yourself, the number of people who are taking advantage of the chaos will be reduced by half...

"I want to sell this secret book for 200,000 yuan. If the price is lower than this, I'm afraid I won't be able to sell it." Facing the hustle and bustle of buyers, Lin Feng shook his head and quoted the astronomical figure.

As soon as this statement came out, it was tantamount to dropping a bombshell in the crowd. People were talking about it one after another. Those who were clamoring to buy it were instantly speechless. After all, what Lin Feng wanted to sell was just a stack of coins that could not be proven to be true.

Fake copy paper has no collection or use value. If you spend 200,000 to buy back a pile of waste paper, wouldn't you be a fool?

Besides, is the skill of this monument pusher really worth 200,000 yuan? No matter how practical the fighting technique is, it is not very useful to ordinary people. You know, in this world, you can learn it for thousands of dollars.

There are many places for Taekwondo, Sanda and other fighting arts...

Facing the hesitant crowd, Lin Feng smiled slightly, shook his head, put the copy paper into his backpack, turned around and left. He knew that if he was someone who really wanted to see the goods, he would not miss this opportunity. Sure enough, Lin Feng

After taking a few steps, he was grabbed by a middle-aged man:

"This little brother, I'm from the Jubao Pavilion at the back, and I'm very interested in your things. Can you give me a favor and come to our store to have a cup of tea?"

Lin Feng took a brief look at the middle-aged man in front of him and felt that the middle-aged man was not a bad person. Besides, after seeing his terrifying strength, no one would dare to have any idea about him, so he thought about it for a moment and felt happy.

smiled;

"Okay, then it's time to work."

"please!"

"please."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin Feng followed the middle-aged man into a shop at the back, leaving behind a group of people watching the excitement who were still talking nonstop...
Chapter completed!