Although Lao Bai has limited legs and feet, his pace is really fast.
Just when Dong Qiangqiang thought that Lao Bai would rush towards the group of people, Lao Bai suddenly stopped and stopped a few meters in front of the group of people.
Lei Lanting and others were still some distance away from Lao Bai, but Dong Qiangqiang was the fastest to catch up. He took two steps closer to Lao Bai and reminded in a low voice: "Xiao He said there was no one here to steal her money."
"It's not about money now." Lao Bai glanced at the faces of the group of people, "This is bigger than money."
Among the group of people opposite him, some were wearing loose clothes like tan monks' uniforms, while the rest were wearing unrecognizable casual clothes. Almost everyone wore a yellow scarf on their head and sunglasses on their faces, and some were holding up a A flag with a certain pattern printed on it. They lazily gathered together in small groups, muttering something in whispers, and making weird and obscene laughter from time to time. When they were happy, they would glance at the square, or intentionally or unintentionally look at Lao Bai and Dong Qiangqiang who were very close to them. .
There was a roll-up banner on the ground in front of them, and the poster on the roll-up banner had a portrait of someone Dong Qiangqiang didn't recognize. Although Dong Qiangqiang didn't recognize who the avatar was, he could still understand the slogans printed on the poster. Based on Lei Lanting's introduction just now, he could already guess that the dozens of independent elements in front of him were raising funds for their organization. The counter made up of several long tables is filled with books, cups, picture albums, scarves and other items printed with the same portraits as the posters. Red banners hung from poles on either side of the long table. Paper cups, cards, small plastic bags and other debris were thrown around on the ground, and not far away was a trash can with the logo of a fast food restaurant printed on it.
"Then what are you thinking about?" Dong Qiangqiang looked away from the poster.
Seeing Tong Lele and others approaching, Lao Bai took a deep breath and then exhaled a heavy breath, and said in a deep voice: "Do what a Chinese should do." After that, he strode towards the group of people.
In Dong Qiangqiang's impression, Lao Bai was not an emotional person. On the contrary, he showed no emotion or anger. Except for the time in the ward, Dong Qiangqiang had almost never seen him express any emotions of great sadness or joy. Even at Lao Bai's own wedding, he looked dull, neither excited nor excited. Dong Qiangqiang even joked that Lao Bai seemed to be attending someone else's wedding.
Although everyone knew who the people on the other side were, they didn't know Lao Bai's intentions. They could only stand there and stare at each other, watching the situation develop.
The people behind the long table were still chatting and laughing happily, but suddenly they saw an uninvited guest limping over. Their cheerful conversation came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at Lao Bai warily, and there was a sudden silence all around.
At this time, a square-faced girl with glasses walked out of the crowd, stood behind the table and looked at Lao Bai up and down with wary eyes. She found that although Lao Bai's clothes were very ordinary and he didn't look like a rich man, Lao Bai's eyes kept wandering over the products and seemed to be very interested.
Although she did not intend to actually sell anything, the bespectacled woman pointed to the items on the table and said in rich southern Mandarin: "These are our products. Your purchase can support our actions and increase our sales." …”
Lao Bai browsed the objects on the table intently, as if he didn't hear what the other party said. Just when the bespectacled woman was about to say it again, Lao Bai suddenly reached out and grabbed a cloth bag with portraits printed on it, and then began to throw the printed matter and other small items on the table into the bag, with unusually clean movements.
This action was unexpected. The bespectacled woman did not expect that Lao Bai would be so bold. It took her two seconds to react and stopped her in Mandarin mixed with dialect tones: "You are wrong! There are too many!"
But Lao Bai turned a deaf ear to her words and kept stuffing them in. In less than ten seconds, Lao Bai had stuffed a large pile of printed matter into the bag, with only a few scattered pieces falling to the ground.
Before she could continue, Lao Bai picked up another cup. He squinted at the sentence printed on it for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about something.
"I order you to put it down immediately!" The bespectacled woman slapped her hands on the table and shouted loudly.
Lao Bai looked away from the cup and stared into the other person's eyes with burning eyes, without saying a word but with a hint of murderous intent.
Perhaps sensing the hostility in Lao Bai's eyes, the bespectacled woman looked away in fear. She took half a step back and glanced back at her people. Several burly men understood, and immediately came forward with swaying shoulders. One of them, a fat-headed, black-faced man, grabbed Lao Bai's left arm holding the cup, glared at Lao Bai condescendingly, and spoke menacingly. The index finger of his right hand poked Lao Bai's left shoulder hard, and ordered in awkward Chinese: "What do you do? Put it down! Get out of here! Before I change my mind."
The girl with glasses stood behind the black-faced man, staring at the silent Lao Bai with a dark face, waiting for him to put down the cup with a look of dissatisfaction.
Lao Bai glanced at the other cups neatly arranged on the table with his peripheral vision, and "obediently" put the cup in his hand back on the table.
The black-faced man seemed quite satisfied with Lao Bai's knowledge. He stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and motioned for Lao Bai to hand over the bag in his hand.
"You bunch of clowns." Lao Bai sneered and said loudly, "You can do this kind of thing of eating and selling abroad to seek glory. It's really that your conscience has been eaten by dogs. Oh no, dogs will not eat your black heart. I'm afraid Poisoned to death.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Bai slammed the bag in his hand to the ground, and the printed matter in the bag immediately scattered all over the floor.
Before the other party could react, Lao Bai let go of his left hand and the cup slipped from his hand. Under the surprised gaze of the other party, he firmly caught the fallen cup with his right hand.
"What are you doing?" the bespectacled woman exclaimed.
"Clean up garbage and protect the environment!" Lao Bai smiled ghostly, raised his right hand high, and then slammed it down.
The cup that fell to the ground immediately fell into pieces, and the ceramic stubble fell far away.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Lao Bai suddenly lowered his body, lying on the table, and at the same time stretched out his right arm, as if he was going to attack the black-faced man's abdomen.
His surprise made the black-faced man suddenly startled, and he took half a step back reflexively, but his right hand was still holding Lao Bai's left arm firmly. Lao Bai was dragged along by him, and his whole body hit the table, and his face hit the table. The cup clinked for a while.
At this moment, Lao Bai's entire right arm swiped to the right like a broom, and all the cups on the table were pulled to the ground by him, and there was a crisp sound of broken ceramics.
The black-faced man who grabbed his arm was stunned. When he let go, he swung a punch. Lao Bai was accurately hit on the cheek and fell out.
In the night, the sound of throwing things immediately attracted the attention of people around, and more people attending the carnival were attracted by the sound.
Dong Qiangqiang heard someone in the group shouting in English: "Catch him! Don't let him run away!"
Lao Bai was lying on the ground, with blood on the corners of his mouth, but a victor's smile on his face. He spat bloody phlegm on the cobblestone road next to him, wiped his mouth, and grinned: "I don't care about you people.
