This is what he would say, but now he has to consider this store. Several mobile phones are facing him, and he can't freely put some harsh words.

"Stop this," the old man in the wheelchair deserves to be a gangster, much calmer than his son. "I'm afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid of you, uncle," Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone and clicked on the video to record it. "I'll contact the hospital now. I can't delay my stomach hurts. Let's go and have a thorough examination first. No matter whether there is any problem or not, I will pay the money for the examination. After all, I have been a decades old neighbor." After that, he recorded his phone around him again. What made him more relieved was that when he was in the old market, the old man was not popular, and now he was even more miserable. He had no helpers and only had a son left.

Now is not the time when there are many people in the market, and those onlookers are all the owners of the shops next to them, and they are basically members of Duan Feifan's social universe.

Just solve the problem quickly.

"Look at everyone!" the old man in the wheelchair shouted, "Not only does his beef have quality problems, but he also threatens the victim! He said he wants to beat me to death!"

"Who said that?" asked the owner of the dry goods store next door.

"He said!" The old man in the wheelchair pointed at Jiang Kuo.

"Uncle," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm recording it. Every word we say is here, and I'll leave it to the police to judge later."

"Don't fuck you..." The son of the wheelchair pointed at him and walked over.

"Hand," an arm stretched out from Jiang Kuo's side, lifted the wheelchair son's hand, "take it away."

"What!" The son of the wheelchair suddenly became excited, "Want to do it?"

"I'm giving you a face." Duan Feifan's voice came from behind against Jiang Kuo's ears.

"Brother," Jiang Kuo pointed his phone at his son in the wheelchair. "It will not be possible to solve the problem. If the uncle really gets a stomachache, the hospital diagnosis is the best evidence. The so-called problem beef you bought is also kept for inspection. We have monitoring to find out when you came to buy it. If you bought it online, there will be order records. Products of the same batch can be inspected..."

These words cannot be of use to wheelchair father and son. They were originally here to find fault, but Jiang Kuo still had to say all of them.

"Hey, thank you, put away your phone, thank you..." A person came out of the store next to him, and seven or eight people were following behind him.

The man bowed to the onlookers and walked over: "Put your phone away, thank you... It would be bad if I touch it..."

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifan also glanced at him.

Fan Jiabao and his big brothers walked to the old man in the wheelchair, bowed, and pushed the wheelchair without saying a word.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" The father and son in the wheelchair shouted at the same time.

"Go to the hospital," a flower-armed brother looked at his son in the wheelchair, "What, don't you dare?"

"Get out of the way!" The son of the wheelchair did not answer this question, but just squeezed over and grabbed the wheelchair.

"I see who dares to touch me!" shouted the old man in the wheelchair.

"Shameless," Fan Jiabao walked around him and hugged his arms, "They have their own concerns, but I don't dare to blackmail my territory..."

Fan Jiabao approached him and shouted: "Who the hell gives you the courage!"

The old man in the wheelchair made him shocked.

"Who!" Fan Jiabao shouted, "I'll take you to the hospital together!"

The father and son in the wheelchair were gone, and Fan Jiabao's situation was really a bit different from the situation where the people in Niu Sandao Store had to bear the grudge. They suddenly lost confidence.

"Call them a car," said Fan Jiabao, "Where comes from, I'll send it back, hurry up! It's so fucking unlucky."

The son in the wheelchair twitched.

"I dare to come again, I will see you slap you once," said Fan Jiabao. "If I hear any rumors, whether it is online, I promise to send it to my door! Any bad things will be on your head in the future! You'd better go home and burn incense and ask them to prosper and prosper."

"You called me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan responded, "This kind of thing cannot be solved by soft things. I can only be hard, which scares them not to find fault again, but we can't do it, we can only be Lao Fan."

The big brothers from the flower arm called a car over there, moved the old man in the wheelchair into the car, stuffed the wheelchair into the trunk, and then stood neatly on the side of the road to watch.

Before the car could drive away, Fan Jiabao walked back with an unhappy look on his face.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Thank you," Fan Jiabao glanced at Duan Feifan, "He doesn't let me do it, he's so fucking aggrieved."

"This is enough, there is no need to do anything," Duan Feifan said.

"But it's okay. If you do business, you will definitely encounter such things," said Fan Jiabao. "Some people will always be jealous. This is the proof that the business has been done well."

"Thank you." Duan Feifan said.

"Don't always learn from Jiang Kuo." Fan Jiabao said, "Where is your dad? I'll say hello, I haven't seen him yet."

My father was asked by Duan Feifan to stay in the kitchen, but he cooperated very well and did not come out.

But it can be seen that he was very angry and couldn't hold it in. When they entered the kitchen, my dad was wandering around.

"Go away?" Seeing them coming in, my dad asked immediately, "Did you beat them up?"

"Let's go," Duan Feifan said, "No need to be beaten."

My dad didn't say anything, his anger was still burning above his head, and his breathing was whistling.

"This is Old Fan," Duan Feifan introduced Fan Jiabao to him, "It's what I told you that the landlord, the store and our house are all rented."

"Uncle Duan," Fan Jiabao smiled and said hello to his father, "My name is Fan Jiabao, just call me Xiaofan."

"Hey, Jiabao," my dad nodded, "Thank you just now."

Don't call it Fan Jiabao.

This item has temporarily expired in front of my dad.

"It's not a big deal," said Fan Jiabao. "I don't have to meet a few of my shops to find fault one day, and I'm used to it."

This ability to make up a trick with just opening your mouth is very similar to Duan Feifan.

Jiang Kuo applauded him in his heart.

However, it can be seen that Uncle Duan's mood has been seriously affected. Even though the father and son in the wheelchair have been driven away, it has not caused any major impact. He is still very depressed. After chatting with Fan Jiabao and Duan Feifan for a few words, he sat down next to the raw meat stall, leaning against the wall, watching the old uncle sort out the beef.

"Is that okay?" Fan Jiabao asked Duan Feifan, "Does that man have a grudge against your father?"

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded.

"Then I understand," Fan Jiabao nodded, "I caused trouble for the store as soon as I came out. I guess I couldn't get over it...you go and persuade me."

"I can't persuade him." Duan Feifan said, "Wait until he figured it out."

"It's worthy of being a father and son," said Fan Jiabao, "Your personality is up to your father."

"What is my personality?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Just..." Fan Jiabao thought for a while, "I can't explain it clearly. If I can't do it, I'll leave. I even asked someone to play cards."

"This is the point of playing cards?" Duan Feifan was speechless.

"Is there still a time to play cards?" Fan Jiabao walked out of the back door, "That's not just playing if you want to..."

Duan Feifan leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. "That cripple shouldn't come to cause trouble again," said Jiang Kuo. "You have to let your father know that this is not because he causes trouble, but because cripple is such a person."

"He would say that he would not beat the cripple when he wanted to endure it, and he would not have what he is today," Duan Feifan said.

"...You are worthy of being your own son." Jiang Kuo said.

A certain aspect of Duan Feifan's character is indeed exactly the same as Uncle Duan.

"I'll tell you something," Duan Feifan cleared his throat and leaned over to him. "When I first left the house, I... happened to say it."

"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"My dad got it," Duan Feifan said, "our matters."

"...Ah!" Jiang Kuo was stunned at first, then frowned and said, "Is it because of the reason why we are so depressed?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "He...is okay."

Jiang Kuo stood there for a while before speaking: "I suddenly felt a little embarrassed."

"Don't be embarrassed," Duan Feifan said, "You can just be the same as before."

"I was quite embarrassed before," said Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifan looked at him and laughed, pinched his chin: "Why are you doing this? This is not your style. You should be justified."

"It's also about who is the person or what," Jiang Kuo sighed, "Forget it, there's no other way, let's adapt together. You'll be with your dad in the past, or..."

"No." Duan Feifan said.

"No?" Jiang Kuo said, "You know what I want to say, don't you?"

"Or don't go back with you," Duan Feifan said, "No."

Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone and looked at it: "It's mainly a few days..."

"Isn't it the end of the month?" Duan Feifan asked.

"People like Mr. Jiang cannot be reliable when saying such words. Tell me that at the end of the month I guess I want me to feel that there is still time. It is not so urgent. If it is not so urgent, it will not be so strange," said Jiang Kuo, "and then you probably have already slowed down. Let me tell you that it is actually next weekend."

"It's okay," Duan Feifan said, "It's only a week away from the end of the month, and it can be counted as the end of the month in the late month."

"You are truly worthy of being the godson of President Jiang's wandering among the people." Jiang Kuo handed his phone in front of Duan Feifan.

Mr. Jiang’s original words are - isn’t the end of the month the end of the month?
To be continued...