After leaving the hospital, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

Zhou Tao is a good person, but he was beaten like this just because he didn't pay the protection fee. Moreover, he didn't want to call the police for fear of getting into trouble again. He said he would open a shop after he was discharged from the hospital. If people stopped coming to his door, then forget it.

Do honest people deserve to be bullied? How come this kind of thing still happens in what age?

Thinking about this, I drove towards a street in the industrial zone where Zhou Tao's mutton restaurant is located, because Zhou Tao's mutton restaurant is located here and he settled here. He has always hoped that he can live here and that his children can live here in the future.

The whole family is rooted here in studying, but some people prefer to destroy the dreams of an ordinary person.

Arriving at a commercial street here, I parked my car in a parking space on the roadside and walked into a Huainan beef noodle restaurant.

I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so it was more convenient here, so I ordered a bowl of beef vermicelli soup and two flatbreads.

The prices here are indeed cheap, beef vermicelli soup costs 18 yuan for one night, and two cakes cost 4 yuan, which adds up to only 22 yuan, but the food is very delicious.

The soup and cakes are very authentic. I saw that the boss is from Hui Province. I had eaten them. Seeing that it was still early and there were not many people, I came to the front desk.

"Boss, I heard that the owner of a mutton restaurant was beaten yesterday. Have you heard about this?" I said.

"That's what happened. The young man was too tough, so he was beaten." The boss said.

"Too tough? I heard that they charge protection fees, is that true? Have you been charged any protection fees here?" I asked hurriedly.

"Me? I have opened a shop here for more than ten years. Those guys are all my fellow villagers. How can I ask my fellow villagers to collect protection money?" the boss continued.

"Oh, I'm from Hui Province. You are all fellow villagers, so I don't charge your store money." I looked surprised.

"Young man, your accent seems to be from my hometown. Where are you from?" The boss nodded and continued.

"I'm from Xuancheng." I responded.

"Hey, fellow, you're not going to open a store, are you? But don't worry if you open a store, they won't ask you for money. Brother Heizi and the others are quite friendly to us fellows," the boss said with a smile.

"Really? Don't you need to take care of it?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course I have to do some, but not much. Just buy two cigarettes and two bottles of better wine at the end of the year, and then they come to eat. There is no need to charge money. In fact, they don't come to my place for a few meals throughout the year, and then there are

Sometimes they would support my business, and they would bring over a dozen or twenty workers from the construction site. My Huainan Beef Vermicelli Soup is so delicious, it has attracted me a lot of repeat customers," the boss explained.

"Do foreigners have to pay money to open a shop here?" I asked.

"Yes, this rule has been around for a while. In fact, not all of them want the money. I heard that some of them want to take care of the local urban management, so that everyone can set up stalls in front of the stores and sell something. They don't care. In extraordinary times, they will also

I’m here to inform everyone. You said that if you didn’t notify me, you would be fined 5,000 yuan if you were caught. Who can bear it? If you pay a few more times, wouldn’t it be the same as protection fees?” the boss continued.

"So that's it." I nodded.

"Young man, this is the Jin District, which is far away from the city. Not to mention the commercial streets in the industrial zone here, there are actually other towns. If you want to open the door for business, you must take care of it, otherwise it will be difficult to do business. How can we still do it?

Good fellows take care of you, otherwise it would be really difficult. In fact, Brother Heizi and the others are pretty nice people, but they just encounter those who don’t follow the rules.

, I had no choice but to take action. Think about it, every family has paid, there is no exception. This mutton restaurant has been open for a few months. It will not make any money at the beginning, and Heizi and the others will not come, but you

Since you've made money, you have to be careful, after all, Heizi and the others didn't cause any trouble to their mutton restaurant in those few months," the boss said.

"Yeah, boss, your beef vermicelli soup is really delicious, very authentic." I nodded, then smiled.

"Of course, this street is engaged in catering. In the past ten years, many restaurants and restaurants have been coming and going, opening and closing. Only me and the fellow who runs a fast food restaurant next door have been able to stay. First of all,

Well, we sell it cheaply, and it’s also delicious. I start here at six in the morning and have to be busy until two in the morning. The workload is also heavy." The boss laughed.

After chatting with the boss for a while, I finally found out about one person, and that was Brother Heizi.

In the eyes of the boss, Brother Heizi is still a bit generous. He doesn't accept protection money from fellow villagers. Then these fellow villagers open a shop and give some gifts during holidays. As for normal times, Brother Heizi doesn't pay for meals. Sometimes

They will also bring some business, of course, to these fellow villagers, it is still acceptable. Usually there is no one to take care of the stalls at the door. Even if they are strictly investigated, they will be notified.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is wrong. I open a shop here, so why do you charge me protection fees? This street does not belong to your family. It is 3,000 a month, 36,000 a year. Sometimes one family

The store is losing money, but it is tens of thousands short of closing down. This is an abnormal pattern. To put it bluntly, it is just a gangster who collects money and beats them if they don't pay. There is no difference between a gangster and a robber.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away here. It is probably quite chaotic and no one is in charge. Is it okay if the urban management can get involved? This kind of thing is no longer just a day or two, but is deeply rooted.

For a moment, I was at a loss as to what to do. You told me to call the police. I don’t have any evidence. They didn’t admit it. Other merchants pretended they didn’t see it. Even if I just recorded the boss and the boss said he saw it, he didn’t dare to testify.

, once he testifies, wouldn’t I have harmed him?

After thinking about it, I still feel that this matter needs to be discussed with Brother Heizi himself, but I have no idea where Brother Heizi is or what he does.

I got into the car, and as soon as I started the car, I saw several gangsters wearing vests and tattoos getting out of an Audi on this April day. They walked towards me, two of them

A young man who looked like a younger brother pointed at my car.

I pressed down the car window and looked at the person coming.

The leader was a bald man, 1.8 meters tall, with a thick waist and round arms, and a tiger head tattoo on his arm. There were several people behind him who were obviously smaller in size.

"Brother Heizi, this car is a Bentley, how much is it worth?" The young man passed by me, glanced at me, and then said.

"Definitely three to four million, it depends on the model." A low voice sounded.

Brother Heizi!

This bald man is Brother Heizi!

What a coincidence!

I was startled, quickly pulled the handbrake and got out of the car.

"Heizi!" I shouted.

Following my words, the five people all turned around. They looked up and down, and two of the younger brothers came over.
Chapter completed!