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He Feng stared at his triangle eyes, and the fierce light was revealed. He stepped forward and kicked a basin in front of the door, punched heavily on the table. The small bowls and basins on the table jumped up, jingling.

"Damn woman! Come on the money!" He Feng glared at his beard and rolled up his sleeves, "Pay the money for this month! If you don't pay, I will burn your broken shed in a fire!"

"Uncle! Uncle!" The middle-aged woman trembled and wanted to stop He Feng, but she didn't dare to stop him.

"Do you want to hand over?" He Feng shouted, his eyes as big as an egg, and his face was full of evil spirits.

"Trouble! Talk! OK, okay. Don't smash it... Don't smash it!" The middle-aged woman cried and hurriedly searched, gathering a large handful of copper coins from her close-fitting pockets, from the secret compartment under the table, and tremblingly holding it to He Feng.

He Feng snatched the money from the middle-aged woman's hands, and before he counted it, he weighed it a few times, and said grimly, "You know what you are like!" He kicked over a stool again, turned around and looked at He Qihuan and said, "Let's go!"

He Qihuan sighed.

He Feng put the copper coins in his bag with great enthusiasm and looked at He Qihuan and said loudly: "Can you knock money like this? Please, we are a gangster, not beggars."

He Qihuan shook his head and made him verbally speak to poor people like middle-aged women, but he couldn't do it!

He Feng looked so angry that he continued to teach He Qihuan a lesson: "You are not fierce, those unlucky people are willing to pay for money? If you don't have money, what do we eat and drink? Besides, we collect protection fees, but it's not in vain. We want to protect them from being disturbed by thieves and not being extorted by other underworlds... We...we are also doing labor work!"

He Qihuan still shook his head.

"You...**..." He Feng was so angry that he raised his hand and prepared to beat He Qihuan.

He Qihuan stood still, thrust his waist, and a power naturally emerged. He glanced at He Feng faintly. He Qihuan just now felt guilty about the poor people, but he had no guilt towards He Feng and other underworld elements.

He Feng saw He Qihuan's calm expression, especially his faint but unspeakable gaze, which stabbed like a needle, which made his heart feel unreasonable. He was stunned for a moment and did not dare to get angry with He Qihuan. He raised his hand and had to stroke his hair embarrassedly. He was very annoyed about his performance, so he wanted to give He Qihuan another warning. He pointed to a meat stall in the distance and laughed at He Qihuan, "You go and collect money again, remember, be more fierce!"

He Qihuan really wanted to pull off the black clothes on his body and leave, but when he remembered his promise to Shangguan Ren, he had to sigh to the sky: "I am a beauty, how can I be a thief!"

He promised others that he would do whatever he was difficult. He Qihuan cheered himself up and walked towards the meat stall. He Feng sneered behind him. This strong man in the meat stall was a thorn, and the protection fee was not easy to collect!

"To ensure that your stall is not disturbed by thieves, and to protect your stall from being extorted by other underworlds, please pay appropriate management fees." He Qihuan came to the meat stall and did ideological work on the strong man who was cutting meat.

The person who cut the meat was a strong man with wide arms and round waist, with his arms open, revealing his strong chest covered with black hair, and the cold kitchen knife in his hand was chopping the bones. Hearing that He Qihuan asked for money from him, he glanced at He Qihuan again in black clothes. The strong man stopped and lifted his knife up. The white knife deliberately looked at He Qihuan, and then slowly raised his head and looked at He Qihuan.

"I paid the management fee and came to us if you have something to do!" He Qihuan continued.

The strong man was silent, silent, and finally raised his knife high—

"Bang--" A shiny knife fell heavily on the chopping board, and a small piece of meat jumped up with a large piece of bone.

"I don't have money, I want it, take it!" said the strong man buzzing, his hands tightly holding the kitchen knife.

"This...is also possible..." He Qihuan touched his nose and smiled at the strong man, "Remember, after paying the management fee, come to us if you have something to do!... Well, if you pay too much, you can ask us to do more." He Qihuan mentioned the bone and walked towards He Feng.

The strong man was confused, and the wind was shocked.

"You...you..." He Feng lit He Qihuan with his hand, not knowing what to say.

He Qihuan smiled slightly: "It's been better than before, at least I've received some things. Killing chickens and getting eggs is not advisable!"

"What... what kills chicken..." However, He Feng did not rush to the front and slapped the table in front of the butcher. Even the last time the yellow-haired brother almost couldn't get out of the butcher. He wouldn't think he was more cruel than the elder brother.

He Feng looked at He Qihuan with a slanted eyes and sneered: "Okay, you collect it, you collect it, don't blame me for not teaching you. I will collect protection fees like this, and see how Brother Huangmao deals with you."

He Qihuan suddenly had some insight: How could I get lost because I was in a gang? Although I was in a gang, I should still act according to my nature. Since I figured it out, He Qihuan naturally did things and became interested and motivated.

He Qihuan marched on this street with a smile on his face and looked at the shops on the street. He shouted loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, brothers and sisters, in order to maintain the peace of the street and to improve the street environment, please pay the urban management fee appropriately. The street is my home, and peace depends on everyone. Management fees are taken from the people and used for the people. Please pay..."

He said and walked, repeatedly shouting, and walked from one end of the street to the other end of the street. An old shopkeeper in the cloth shop only focused on studying his fingers, as if he hadn't seen He Qihuan at all; a waiter in the teahouse looked at He Qihuan blankly like a psychopath; the owner of the department store suddenly became busy and secretly studied He Qihuan... but no one paid the money.

He Feng opened his mouth wide and watched He Qi wander around like a madman.

He Qihuan turned around and walked from one end of the street to the other end of the street again. As he walked, he approached the shop owners and continued to promote: "I have paid the management fee, and I will help you if you have something to do! You are payers, and we have the obligation to serve you."

"How much management costs are paid, how much is paid, and it is taken from the people and used for the people."

"Our promise - to find Brother He if you have difficulties!" (He Feng shook his head, wishing he could lift up the black clothes to cover his face, and embarrassing him to bring a little brother like He Qihuan. He wanted to declare that this Brother He is not him)

He Qihuan smiled happily when he saw the old man; he saw the young man, kind and kind; he saw the woman, politely; he saw...

The people of this street are in a serious mental crisis - black clothes are still the same black clothes, but people are not that kind of people; fees are still charged, but the methods are so different! It is like a shrew suddenly treating you, just like a leader with eyes facing the sky suddenly flattering you, just like a child who is silent in the rebellious period suddenly treats you well...

People's hearts suddenly rose, and people's goose bumps suddenly stood up... In short, people were so sad. This was an inexplicable sadness, an inexplicable worry...

There are definitely traps, and there are definitely conspiracies waiting for you.

Finally, some people couldn't help it. When He Qihuan walked past him with a smile again, he trembled and took out the copper coins: "This... this... this... this... this is my share of money..."

"Thank you for your understanding and support!" He Qihuan solemnly received the copper coins and shouted: "I have received it from the fur shop now... your surname is your old man?"

"Ah..." The fur shop owner couldn't react for a moment.

"Your surname is?...oh, what is your surname?" He Qihuan quickly made the words more plain.

"Old plum and wealthy." The fur shop owner reacted and quickly answered.

"Okay!" He Qihuan took out a piece of paper and took out a bald pen record. "I have received a management fee of 23 yuan from the fur shop owner Mei. Thank you for your understanding and support of our work! Please sign it!"

"Sign it?" The boss of the fur shop Mei was surprised. What kind of conspiracy is this? He can't sign it! He was wise in a hurry, "I, I... I can't write!"

"This..." He Qihuan saw the panic in the eyes of the fur shop owner and knew that he was afraid of signing. Forget it, don't force others. If you have to accept new things, there will always be a process.

He Qihuan touched his nose and smiled and said to Mei Fugui: "You have paid the fee, and we are obliged to serve you. Do you think you need me to do something for you?"

"Serve me?" The fur shop owner couldn't react blankly, and opened his mouth to look at He Qihuan, thinking: "Just leave quickly."

He Qihuan was still waiting with a smile on his face.

"Ah... this young master... you... you're joking, I... I'm fine..." It was not hot at all, but sweat beads emerged from the head of the fur shop owner.

"Is there really nothing to do?" He Qihuan muttered to himself, looking around the inside and out of the fur shop.

"I have it!" He Qihuan's eyes lit up. But the owner of the fur shop felt tight.

"Look—" He Qihuan said happily to the fur shop owner: "The stone slab in front of you is not very flat, and this pillar is a little crooked..." The fur shop owner looked at the pillar and smiled bitterly: "This was not what you smashed when you asked for money last time."

"You have paid the fee, and we are obliged to serve you." He Qihuan cut off the railway. So he took off his black clothes, picked up a stick, pried open the stone slab, leveled the bottom, and laid the stone slab again. Then he secretly used his true energy and urged the stone slab a few times. Sure enough, the stone slab was flat, and when people stepped on it, they would not be rumbling.

He ran to the iron shop again, borrowed an iron hammer, and carefully hit the pillar for a while, and the pillar actually straightened him.

While He Qihuan was running around and busy with the town, the streets were so quiet, very quiet—

Everyone looked at him inexplicably and incredibly in surprise. The owner of the fur shop, Mei, opened his mouth wide, his shiny saliva drooled down, and he wet his clothes a lot. He also had a meat-cutting butcher almost cut off his fingers, and the owner of the snack shop put the steamed buns into the kettle and other events happened because everyone was too focused and too...

"Is this okay?" He Qihuan picked up the black clothes that were placed aside, dusted them, put them on again, and said with a smile. At this time, the owner of the fur shop, Mei, woke up: "This... this... cannot be used, how can you make you old... that right..."

"You have paid the fee, we are obliged to serve you." He Qihuan said firmly again and said solemnly, then he smiled and walked towards a shop below...
Chapter completed!