This kind of reception dinner is nothing more than everyone lining up to toast Xu Lang and trying hard to leave a good impression in front of Xu Lang. These scenes are very hypocritical, so I won't go into details and omit them.
In the restaurant next to her, a group of secretaries, like the officials, tried to flatter Xiao Yao, making this beautiful girl who had never seen any big scenes feel a little embarrassed.
However, as she drank two glasses of wine, she gradually became bolder. She thought that if she had not been promoted to secretary, these people would usually regard her as a little transparent, and even some manuscripts would be criticized by them. Take it easy.
It was really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Now these people are trying to flatter themselves.
Thinking of this, she smiled happily and gradually took back the initiative.
After the meeting, the secretaries quickly picked up the leaders and got in the car.
Xu Lang sent them off one by one enthusiastically, but he stayed until the end.
When only his car was left, he asked Xiao Yao, who opened the car door for him: "How are you? Are you tired?"
Xiao Yao smiled and said, "I'm not tired."
Xu Lang said: "It's a lie to say I'm not tired. I used to be very tired when I was a secretary. You have to tell me the truth in the future. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I'm sorry Secretary." Xiao Yao blushed, feeling ashamed that she had told Xu Lang lies.
Xu Lang smiled and said: "Okay, get in the car, take me to the busiest place and then go back."
Xiao Yao got into the passenger seat and asked, "Secretary, do you want to go shopping?"
Xu Lang said: "Well, I want to visit the night market."
No matter which city you are in, whether the night market is lively or not means whether the street stall economy is prosperous.
The street stall economy is not only conducive to promoting employment and increasing income, but also meets the consumption needs of residents and provides some special products or services that cannot be provided by regular stores, such as street food, handicrafts, etc.
In addition, the street stall economy can also drive the development of surrounding businesses, such as catering, entertainment and other industries, bringing more vitality and cultural atmosphere to the city.
Of course, there are also some problems with the street stall economy.
Due to the lack of formal business premises, it is difficult to guarantee the quality of street stall products and it is difficult for consumers to protect their rights.
The street stall economy will occupy urban public space, affect the appearance of the city, and bring certain pressure to urban management.
In addition, the street stall economy usually lacks tax supervision, and some criminals may take advantage of this loophole to conduct tax evasion and other illegal activities.
Therefore, whether a local street stall economy is doing well depends on whether supervision is in place, which fully reflects the local market management level.
After Xu Lang got off the car, Xiao Yao wanted to follow him, but Xu Lang persuaded him to go back.
Because Heishui County is an old city, the streets are narrow. If you occupy the road and set up stalls, it will seriously affect traffic. Therefore, they also followed Ninghai's example and closed a road at night for a night market.
Xu Lang walked among them and saw that it was very lively. There were everything for food and clothing, and the prices were cheap, attracting many people to visit.
When he walked up to a woman selling fruit on a tricycle, a man suddenly appeared and asked the woman: "Are you new here?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yes, this is the fruit grown at my home. Since no one is harvesting it, I can only sell it myself."
The man said with a cold face: "You are not allowed to set up stalls here!"
The woman suddenly became nervous: "Why, can't you just pay the stall fee to set up?"
"No." The man didn't bother to explain, and his attitude was very arrogant: "Take it away quickly, otherwise someone will come and smash your stall later. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The woman was anxious: "I paid the stall fee, why can't I set up a stall? Who are you, the market manager?"
The man was a little impatient: "You don't care who I am, if you want to show off, I'll pay you a hundred yuan in management fees first!"
The woman was shocked: "What are you talking about? One hundred yuan management fee. Isn't the stall fee I just paid the management fee?"
"You're not so stupid, are you?" The man said with a fierce look on his face: "The stall fee is a stall usage fee, how can it be a management fee? Pay it or not, or get out!"
Just as the woman was about to argue, the female stall owner selling shoes next to her couldn't stand it. She pulled her over and whispered, "They are a gangster, and the management fees they charge are actually protection fees. If you want to show off, you have to pay."
The woman was shocked: "Oh my god, is there really a gang?"
The female stall owner quickly stopped her: "Please keep your voice down. There are no gangs in this era. They are so fierce because of their background and connections. If you don't pay attention, they will really smash your stall."
The woman's face was full of disappointment: "But if he wants a hundred yuan, it's too much. I can't even make a hundred yuan even if I sell all the fruits."
The female stall owner said: "They have a rule. The first night when setting up the stall is 100 yuan, but not so much in the future."
The woman asked: "How much will it cost in the future?"
"Twenty yuan." The female stall owner said, "I feel the same way. If you give them twenty yuan every night, they won't cause trouble."
"This, this..." The woman obviously felt sorry for the one hundred yuan. In her mind, one hundred yuan could buy a lot of things.
At this time, the man became impatient: "Will you give it to me? If not, get out, or I will smash your car!"
With a face full of fear, the woman reluctantly took out a small transparent bag and saw some money inside.
She finally took out a hundred-dollar bill, but before she handed it over, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed it!
But just as his hand grasped the money, a big hand suddenly grabbed his wrist with a "snap"!
The man was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw that it was a young man. His face suddenly filled with anger: "You bastard, do you want to die?"
Xu Lang said calmly: "Let go!"
The man cursed: "Let go, you're paralyzed!" After saying that, he tried to grab it back, but it didn't move at all, and his heart suddenly sank.
Xu Lang said: "I say it again, let go."
"Song, you are paralyzed... ah!" Just as the man cursed again, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist, and he was so strong that he couldn't help but scream.
Xu Lang said coldly: "Robbing money on the street, I think you are tired of living!"
After saying that, the man loosened his fingers in pain, and Xu Lang said to the woman: "Sister, keep the money. Since you paid the stall fee, you can sell here. These black sheep must be severely punished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the man's hand and suddenly pulled it, and the man screamed loudly again!
The elbow joint was pulled and dislocated, and the man could no longer show his authority. After Xu Lang let go of his hand, he stumbled away holding his hands.
Seeing more and more onlookers, Xu Lang turned and left, hanging behind the man all the way to see where he was going.
