Ye Xing found that he couldn't understand his master anymore.

When preaching, he was as knowledgeable as a star scholar, as if there was nothing in this world that he didn't know.

But sometimes, as naive as a child, you can summon a fireball. What do you think you are so proud? You will come to my room in your shorts early in the morning, and you will dance there with pride?

If it were someone else, Ye Xing would have kicked him out long ago.

"Yeah, yes!"

Ye Xing could only nod against his will.

Looking at the hypocritical smile on Ye Xing's face, Fang Bai suddenly lost interest and curled his lips viciously: "You copy the things I have taught you these days a hundred times today! Don't use magic to bless you, just copy them by hand!"

Ye Xing was confused: "Ah?"

He asked carefully: "Master...Master...Why...?"

"Because you - hypocritical!"

Fang Bai snorted very dissatisfiedly.

Leaf shape: "..."

...

Let’s live, slowly, slowly, inadvertently, slip away.

Fang is also extracting the magic power of Xia Yan's cultivation every day... Although this is immoral, it is so cool. He can enjoy a wave of health care every day, which makes Fang, who was originally very boring, feel guilty.

I don't know how many time has passed.

Anyway, the four-month summer vacation for the students is almost over.

The leaders and teachers of the college rushed back one after another for the admission of freshmen, and in the past few days.

Another big thing happened.

That is, on the dock, the arrogant "Ri" was actually annexed by an organization called the "Urban Management Brigade".

This matter has to start with the person whose limbs were broken.

The comrade who had broken limbs was thrown out of the vegetable market by the urban management. As a member of the anger, the thin man was eventually dragged back by the anger.

The angry person naturally couldn't stand this tone.

As one of the top forces on the wharf, a small force with unknown names, if you change your name, you really think you have changed your fate?

Not long after, the angry person was about to find the place back.

...

"It's here that the ingredients here are not only good and cheap, but also the urban management service attitude is really good..."

A noble lady pointed to the nameless vegetable market and said, and after a closer look, it turned out to be the noble lady who lost her bag last time she came here.

"Oh, Sister Li, don't say it anymore. Besides, my ears are going to be calloused. How many times have you said it these days!" said a noble lady next to me.

Several noble ladies came to the nameless vegetable market together.

But the person named Sister Li looked at the nameless vegetable market and realized that the vegetable market seemed a little deserted.

Moreover, there was originally an urban management officer for about ten meters, but now it seems that few urban management officers are patrolling.

Sister Li suddenly felt a little curious.

"Sister Li, this is a bit different from what you said. Didn't you say that someone would come forward to greet us on his own initiative?" a fat lady asked in confusion.

"I'll ask later!" Sister Li frowned.

Then he randomly found a stall, pretended to be buying things, and talked to the old man in the stall.

"Old man, why does this vegetable market feel a little deserted today?!"

Sister Li asked.

The old man selling vegetables couldn't help but sigh: "It's not the trouble caused by the anger!"

"Angry?" Sister Li murmured.

"A few ladies don't come to the vegetable market often, right?"

The old man looked at the ladies.

"Well, I don't come many times." Sister Li nodded.

"It's not surprising that I don't know." The old man nodded thoughtfully and then said: "The vegetable market was very dirty before, and then it was until more than a month ago."

"The Water Dragon Gang changed its name to the Urban Management Brigade, and it is said that he recognized a new boss."

"From that time, the vegetable market began to change. First, the protection fee was changed to property management fee, and the property management fee was not in vain."

"You need to be hygienic in the vegetable market, and there is also public security management..."

"Look at it!"

The old man pointed to a place not far away.

There is a pavilion there, with a large bucket in the middle of the pavilion, and there are many bowls next to the bucket.

"The vegetable market has built several pavilions like that for people to rest."

"There is still there!"

The old man pointed in another direction again, where there was a large wooden house.

"In order to completely solve the dirt and mess of the vegetable market, the Urban Management Brigade has built four such toilets in the vegetable market, and people will hire people to clean the toilets every day."

"The people who clean the houses are basically poor families in the vegetable market who can't do much business. Some of the property management fees collected by the urban management brigade are used to do these things, and some are distributed to these people who clean the house."

"It can be said that since the Urban Management Brigade has managed, this vegetable market has really made people feel very comfortable. It is really fun to do business here, and I am willing to pay the property management fee!"

The old man couldn't help but sigh and shook his head with a frown.

"Old man, I have never encountered such a place in my life."

"What's going on with the anger?" asked a noble lady.

"It's not that Nusha wants to occupy the territory!" The old man clenched his fists at the top of his lungs: "That's a group of scum, garbage. What else can they do besides squeezing us poor people?!"

"Relying on following a magician and then doing something unscrupulously, no one at the dock has ever been bullied by them?"

"If you don't like it, you will punch and kick it. Countless people are destroyed because of this anger, and their wives and children will be separated!"

"Then won't the urban management here bully you?" the fat lady asked in confusion.

The old man looked up at the fat lady, "The urban management is different from other black forces. The urban management has never bullied us!"

"But the urban management also charges you money!" said the fat lady.

"That's what we are willing to hand over. You... don't sell it anymore, the old man won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it to you anymore, I'll close the stalls!" The old man forced his stuff to be collected.

Looking at the old man who closed the stall and left.

Several ladies were a little overwhelmed.

"The angry person is here!"

"We're fighting with them. If they occupy the vegetable market, will we have any good life?"

"That's right, instead of letting them bully, it's better to fight with them. It's better to die than to live, than to die!"

"Let's fight with them!"

"The vegetable market is a man, so I'll fight with me!"
Chapter completed!