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Chapter 6 Who is this boss?

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    Everyone looked over.

    A gentle middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and glasses came out.

    Someone in the crowd recognized the man, his hairs were standing on end, and his expression was exaggerated.

    Huang Mao didn't know this person, so he frowned and stared at him: "Why, a meddler is here?"

    The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "I can't talk about being nosy."

    "It's just that my daughter likes to eat Sister Zhang's sesame seed cakes very much. No, I happened to drive by here and wanted to take one home for my daughter. This happened to me."

    "Sister Zhang? Are there any cakes for sale today?"

    This is an old customer at Jiang Dashan's booth. The couple naturally know each other, but they don't know the identity of this person.

    Zhang Guihua was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid this situation will disappear today."

    "Oh, that's it." The middle-aged man then patted Jiang Shuo on the shoulder: "Young man, you are very good and know how to protect your parents."

    Looking at the yellow hair again: "Little brother, who are you with?"

    When Huang Mao heard this, he knew that he must be looking for trouble.

    With a gloomy face: "Brother Hua in Shangmao Street, what's the matter, you plan to take over the family's affairs?"

    The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "Brother Hua in Shangmao Street, I haven't heard of it."

    "Then who is Brother Hua with?"

    Huang Mao became angry: "Brother Jian in the old city!"

    "Brother Jian? I still haven't heard of it."

    "Then who is Brother Jian with?"

    The yellow hair exploded: "Are you going to get out or not? If you don't, I'll take care of you too!"

    The middle-aged man continued to smile: "Don't be so angry, come on, little brother, tell me who brother Jian is with."

    "Duan Xiaodao! You don't even know Duan Xiaodao, do you?"

    "Oh, Xiaodao, it's the young man under Yuan Yaowen, I have an impression."

    After finishing speaking, he took out a Nokia and made a call: "Yaowen, there is a little brother's little brother's little brother's little brother here in Weimin Square."

    "Looking for work here, why don't you call and ask about the situation?"

    As soon as the phone call was made, the hairs of the people around stood on end.

    Even Jiang Shuo's heart sank.

    He has heard of Yuan Yaowen, the biggest ruthless character on Jiangyang Road.

    It's just that this person's later life is not good. He was arrested in 2010. Anyway, he is the kind who will never get out in his life.

    The gentle middle-aged man in front of him was actually talking to Yuan Yaowen in this tone.

    Who is this person?

    Why do you always feel so familiar?

    The crowd exclaimed again and again, but these yellow hairs didn't understand.

    On the street, after a few days, you will always meet one or two who come out to put on airs.

    The bragging b who says that he knows this and that all day long.

    Who is Yuan Yaowen, is that something you, a person who comes to buy sesame seed cakes, can get in touch with.

    For a while, he even laughed out loud.

    The middle-aged man shook his head, hung up the phone and said to Huang Mao, "Give me ten minutes."

    Huang Mao also became stubborn: 'Okay!  Brother, I'll let you play this game and see what characters you will call over.  '

    The middle-aged man sighed, and then looked at Jiang Shuo; "Why don't you help your parents clean up the booth, it's only nine o'clock, and you can still do business for an hour."

    "Sister Zhang, the third child, no chili."

    "Oh, okay!" The couple realized something and hurried to pack their things.

    Jiang Shuo was also helping, and he kept remembering who this person was in his mind, but he just didn't remember it.

    Ten minutes later, Huang Mao was about to come out to humiliate the middle-aged man.

    On the other side of the road, there was a sudden sound of a car braking suddenly.

    Then a large group of people came down.

    A man with a scar on his face ran towards this side with a very nervous expression.

    The person following behind made the yellow-haired man stupefied.

    His boss, Brother Hua, his boss's brother, Brother Jian, this scarred face Duan Xiaodao himself!

    After a group of people rushed over, they bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.

    "Brother Yuan wants me to say sorry to you, he can't make it to his hometown now."

    The middle-aged man laughed with a sesame seed in his hand: "It's all right, don't be so nervous."

    "I've bought the pancakes too, you can handle them yourself."

      "Oh, by the way, my daughter really likes the biscuits from Sister Zhang's house, and she wants to eat them all day long."

    "Don't drive people away. It's not easy for a couple to support a family with a booth. My son has been admitted to university and still has to earn tuition fees."

    "Don't let anyone disturb his business again."

    "Well, Sister Zhang, I'll go back first."

    Zhang Guihua nodded quickly.

    Although she is an ordinary commoner with little knowledge, she can also tell that this middle-aged man who has frequented their business in recent years must have a difficult background.

    Huang Mao's legs were already shaking.

    More than a dozen people knelt on the ground with a plop.

    Duan Xiaodao politely bowed to Jiang Shuo and his family: "I'm sorry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

    Then he waved his hand.

    His subordinates twisted their yellow hair and they walked towards the car.

    Together with that Brother Liu, he was also taken away.

    For a moment, the crowd exploded.

    All kinds of discussions abounded.

    Jiang Shuo looked back at the couple: "Uncle, Aunt, who is that middle-aged man? Don't you know him?"

    Zhang Guihua said: "Almost every other day, I come here to buy a biscuit for his daughter to take back."

    "I am a regular customer, but I don't know the identity of this person."

    "Shuo'er, you were not injured just now, weren't you?"

    As he spoke, he pulled Jiang Shuo to check.

    Jiang Shuo smiled: "It's all right, let's go home."

    Jiang Dashan smiled bitterly: "I can only go home, let's go, it's rare to get an early job."

    The family who experienced the thrilling scene, talking and laughing, pushed the car, and went home with the stars above their heads.

    On the way, Jiang Shuo knew about the conflict between the couple and Brother Liu.

    Some time ago, a customer complained at their stall, saying that Brother Liu¡¯s sesame seed cake had diarrhea.

    Zhang Osmanthus didn't say anything, just said something extra: "He's not clean, just come to me, it's absolutely clean."

    ? As a result, it was heard by the vendors next to it, and it was passed around. After arriving at Brother Liu, the words became that Zhang Guihua was spreading rumors that their cakes were not clean.

    Just like that, a commotion broke out.

    Jiang Shuo didn't say much all the way, and the feeling of not being able to salt fish became even heavier.

    For two months, he must at least find a new livelihood in Jiangyang that can settle the couple well, so he doesn't have to suffer outside in the wind and rain every day

    One night passed.

    In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Shuo returned the one hundred and twenty yuan to Zhang Guihua and his wife.

    Last night, the total revenue was 1,500 yuan, 50 yuan was given to Hao Jianguo as salary, and 120 yuan was paid back to Jiang Dashan and his wife.

    ? There is still an unsettled payment of 380 yesterday.

    After going back and forth, Jiang Shuo never had a penny, and immediately had 950 yuan in his hand!

    This is already equivalent to a month's salary of the high-income people of the coastal generation.

    And it took Jiang Shuo a day to get it. This is the charm of doing business in this era.

    When I was standing at the Zuolun clothing wholesale store again.

    The proprietress held the remaining payment of 380 yuan in her hand, looked at Jiang Shuo like a monster, and closed her mouth for a long time: "What are you talking about? You sold out overnight?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.  com
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