After regaining my luck, I became a boss in the XNUMXs

Chapter 68

The person who grabbed the middle-aged man was also a man in his prime, but what was different from ordinary people was that he had a scar on his face, which made him look a little scary.

Gu Xiaofei was not afraid. After flattering Gu Qiaoxi and the others, he walked up to this person, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Besides, there are warm-hearted uncles here, we don't Need to be afraid!”

Li Songli, who originally helped because the two children were similar to his own, was startled when he saw Gu Xiaofei's smile, and subconsciously wanted to touch his injured and hideous face.

Since he was injured, his face has become extremely scary. Adults will subconsciously avoid him when they see him. Children will basically cry when they see him.

Even his children would retreat unconsciously when they met this face.

After all, the injured area on this face extends from forehead to chin, and it looks terrible.

Gu Xiaofei was the first child to smile at him.

"Are not you afraid?

Li Songli unconsciously opened his mouth to ask him if he wasn't afraid, but he realized something was wrong when the words reached his lips and swallowed them immediately.

Then he said: "You guys park your tricycle next to me, I'm free."

Although Li Songli meant well, he was expressionless when he spoke, and his face gave him a cold air.

Most people would probably shy away from it after seeing it.

But Gu Xiaofei raised his head and smiled brightly, "Thank you, uncle. Uncle, you are such a good person. Unlike some people who let others steal his business before they even do anything. I wish such people will close down soon!"

"Stinky boy, what did you say? Say it again."

The middle-aged man was nearby. Hearing Gu Xiaofei's curse words, he raised the knife in his hand.

Gu Xiaofei raised his face and screamed heartbreakingly: "It's killing someone, someone is coming soon, it's killing someone, someone is killing someone with a knife..."

The frightening middle-aged man: "..."

In the end, the storm didn't start. The middle-aged man just pretended to be threatening. Several stall owners nearby gave some advice, and the fire quickly died down.After all, it was the first day out of the stall, so the middle-aged man didn't say anything, Gu Xiaofei didn't provoke him anymore, and everyone quickly went about their business.

Gu Qiaoxi took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and took a look at the nearby stalls.

The uncle helping next to him sells fried food such as fried dough sticks, fried dough sticks, and fried dough cakes. A young woman over there sells fruit snacks, and there is an aunt who sells sesame seed cakes and vegetables.

As for the provocative middle-aged man, he sells steamed buns and porridge.

Gu Qiaoxi couldn't help but laugh.

What is this called?
It's not that enemies don't get together.

Since he is an opponent, he must steal all his business.

Gu Qiaoxi put up the signboard.

The food she sells, including steamed buns and steamed buns with five kinds of fillings, are already written on the signboard she customized. The prices are clearly written.

Wu Eryong, a middle-aged man next to him, glared at them fiercely from time to time. When he saw the words on the sign, his face became even more fierce, and the things in his hands made a ping-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pang-pong-pang-pang-pang-pong-pang-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pang-pong.

It's not like there were no other bun sellers in this place before, but he used various means to get rid of all the bun sellers.

Not only those who sell steamed buns, but also other people doing business. As long as they have no background, it doesn't matter. It won't take long for him to use overt or covert means to get rid of them.

It's the same this time.

Wu Eryong calmed down and started selling at the top of his lungs: "Selling steamed buns, delicious meat buns, four cents each!"

Gu Qiaoxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and Gu Xiaofei's expression suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)