Three red-necked men swaggered in with fierce aura. They first scanned the restaurant and then walked straight towards Zheng Muchao's mother.
"It's time to pay the management fee." One of the bearded men demanded, "It will be two thousand yuan starting from May."
Zheng Muchao and her mother were frightened when they saw these people walking in. Suddenly they heard that the protection fee had increased, which was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The landlady suddenly became hysterical, "I couldn't survive in the first place, and you are still increasing the protection fee." , are they still human?"
"What does it have to do with us that you can't survive?" the bearded white man said fiercely, "Hurry up and hand over the money, otherwise you will not be able to do business!"
"I won't give it!" The boss lady seemed to have been oppressed for too long, "Kill me if you dare!"
"Bang!" The bearded white man punched Zheng Muchao's mother in the face, causing the woman to faint on the spot.
Just when Zhang Jing was guessing what Zheng Muchao's brother was doing, the curtain next to the cashier suddenly opened, and a fat young man rushed out with a sharp boning knife and stabbed it directly into the bearded white man.
No need to guess, the chubby boy couldn't beat the bearded man and was kicked down.
Everything happened so fast that Zheng Muyao ignored Zhang Jing and rushed to help his mother and brother.
Is Zheng Muchao like a cabbage, rushing to deliver food?
Zhang Jing grabbed the woman's wrist, made a fake movement behind his back with his other hand, took out the legally purchased 911 pistol and appeared, "Okay, get out of here, or I will blow your heads off."
The three strong men looked at Zhang Jing, their eyes full of mischief. One of them said arrogantly, "Yellow-skinned monkeys are all cowards. I bet you don't dare to shoot."
Zhang Jing pulled the trigger and a gunshot rang out. No one was injured and the bullet hit the floor.
Seeing that Zhang Jinglai was serious, the three strong men looked at each other and left decisively, planning to come back for revenge afterwards.
After the bad guys were driven away, Zheng Muyao rushed to her mother's side and shook her again and again. It took a while for the landlady to wake up.
"Thank you," Zheng Muyao's brother walked up to Zhang Jing and thanked him, "You are a tourist, those are local gangsters. It's best to get out of here quickly."
Looking at the teenager, Zhang Jing curiously asked: "Why didn't you call the police?"
"Calling the police is useful, but they will make one person take the blame; others will intensify their revenge and continue to retaliate, making it impossible for us to continue our business."
"Why don't you move?"
"Renting a store, renovating it, and opening it all cost us all our savings. We can't live without it."
Zhang Jing understood, then changed the subject and asked, "How old are you this year?"
"17."
"17?" Zhang Jing was surprised, "Why don't you go to school?"
"My father passed away due to illness, and I am a chef."
Wow, Zhang Jing looked at the young man in front of him with admiration. He originally thought his sister was beautiful and had a sense of justice, but he didn't expect his younger brother to be more responsible and responsible.
"Transfer the shop," Zhang Jing invited the young man, "I need an excellent chef like you."
"Are you going to hire me?" the boy asked with his eyes wide open.
Zheng Muyao and the woman who had just woken up also looked at Zhang Jing.
"Yes," Zhang Jing looked at the mother and son, "making money is important, and happiness is also important. Instead of doing this now, it is better to change the environment."
"No," the young mother stood up and refused, her tone flat but very sure, "We, including my son, will not work for others. We will definitely return to our hometown with honor and glory."
Zhang Jing looked at the woman and understood her thoughts. He would rather eat steamed buns and sleep on the street than be his own boss.
Because of the different regional concepts, Guangzong's actions include returning to his hometown to build a mansion, build ancestral halls, and build ancestral tombs.
Also because neighbors are competing with each other in building luxury homes, some local rural youths and families go abroad to work and start businesses, and they have a strong belief that they will never return home unless they make a fortune.
Zhang Jing couldn't refute what the woman said. They just had different opinions and there was no distinction between "right" and "wrong".
However, the food cooked by the boy was so delicious, Zhang Jing advised, "The population here is too small, there are not many tourists, and there are gangsters, so it is not suitable for starting a business; as a compatriot
, I support you to start a business in the future. Starting a business requires money, and working temporarily is for better development in the future. "
What Zhang Jing said made the family of three think deeply.
"You are a gangster too," Zheng Muyao looked at the drunk Taylor beauty and asked, "What are your intentions in helping us?"
Zhang Jing looked at Zheng Muchao and had to admit that she was indeed quite beautiful, with lively eyes and delicate facial features. She was a typical Jiangnan beauty. He explained, "I don't have any intentions. It's just because your brother's cooking is so delicious."
"What is your business?" The 17-year-old boy, about 1.75 meters tall and built like a man, asked Zhang Jing politely, "Can you hire our family?"
"I run a farm and there are many jobs. I can hire your family of three, with food and accommodation included. Your sister and your mother will earn 600 meters per week in the cowshed, and you will be responsible for cooking at 800 meters per week."
The family thinks quickly. The salary is very low. The advantage is that it can save a lot of money by including food and accommodation. Theoretically, the family can save 8,000 yuan per month, 96,000 yuan a year. After excluding taxes and fees, they can save another year. Start a business.
Seeing the excitement of the three people, Zhang Jing boasted, "Every employee says that I am a good boss. You don't have to worry about being oppressed or exploited."
Just as the family of three was hesitating, the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and three police officers walked in.
"Someone called the police. Someone was shooting here," a middle-aged, thick-waisted police officer in the lead asked, "Who shot?"
"I was the one who shot." Zhang Jing stood up and explained, "There were three gangsters who came to collect protection money just now. They have been driven away."
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Jing finished speaking, three policemen pointed their guns at Zhang Jing. They looked nervous and shouted, "Put your hands up! Now!"
Unable to imitate Yuduo Xiyao's calmness, Zhang Jing raised his hands and explained to himself: "I have a gun license and the gun is from a legal source."
The police didn't care. The two pointed guns at Zhang Jing. One of them stepped forward carefully, took the pistol from Zhang Jing's waist, and then handcuffed him directly. "You need to follow us to the police station."
"I didn't break the law," Zhang Jing explained, "I fired the gun to stop the illegal behavior from happening."
Zheng Muyao also explained to Zhang Jing, "This gentleman is a restaurant guest. He drove away the gangsters for us. You can't ignore the facts and arrest good people."
"Whether he is a 'good person' or not is not up to you," the policeman said back to Zheng Muyao, "We will only know after investigation."
"We have surveillance here," Zheng Muyao pointed to the camera in the restaurant, "You can watch the video replay."
The three policemen looked at each other. Among them, the tall and thin policeman came to the checkout counter. He first raised the law enforcement recorder on his chest without leaving any trace, then used the computer to view the video playback, and then deliberately deleted all the videos.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Muchao's mother asked angrily, "Why did you delete the video?"
Of course, they refused to admit it at all. The thin policeman retorted, "There is no video on the computer at all. What nonsense are you talking about!"
At this moment, everyone understands that the gangsters and the uniforms are the same. This is extremely rare. Why are you so brave?
After thinking about it, Zhang Jing understood that this was because Asians were easy to bully, and black and white ganged up to do bad things.
Originally, Zhang Jing didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to pretend to be a slap in the face. He just fired at the ground to drive away the gangsters, without intending to directly hurt anyone.
This situation now corresponds to the old saying, a good horse is ridden by a man, and a good man is bullied by a dog.
In this way, Zhang Jing decided to retaliate and deliberately showed weakness and said, "I will go to the police station with you."
