Reckless Youth of Delinquency

Both my father and mother were stunned. They probably never thought that I would say such a thing. Ever since I was little, I have always loved studying. Even during the most difficult three years of junior high school, I turned my grief and anger into motivation. But now...

My father asked me tentatively: "Son, are you afraid of being bullied?" I shook my head. In fact, I am not afraid of being bullied at all now. I am just afraid of bringing bad luck to the people around me. Of course, I won't explain this, and I don't want my parents to know what I have been through. My parents looked at each other and did not continue the topic, but asked me to eat more vegetables.

When I was sleeping at night, I vaguely heard my parents discussing things. The mother said: "My son must be afraid of being bullied. Now he doesn't even dare to go to school. What should I do?" The father sighed: "It's my fault too. I have taught him to be patient when things happen to him since he was a child. Gradually, It has worn away all his blood." The mother said: "Don't talk about the past, but talk about the future. What should I do if my son is tired of studying?" The father said: "What can I do? Let's leave it like this for now. Let my son rest for a while. Anyway, he will He's also smart, so he doesn't have to worry about his grades. After a while, his mood will adjust and he will take the initiative to go to school."

From the next day, my parents never asked me about school again. My father returned to the construction site on the third day, and my mother still cleaned from seven to five every day. After I fully recovered, I took over my mother's work, and I became quite familiar with it. Moreover, the weather was getting warmer, so cleaning was effortless. The rest of the time, I basically just ate and slept, and slept and ate, just like I was on summer vacation. When I didn't eat or sleep, I would go out for a walk. Anyway, I wasn't afraid of seeing my former classmates.

I also turned off my cell phone, not wanting to have too much contact with people from my past, and living a life like a paradise. Because my mother didn’t make much money cleaning, and she even made less than Bai Qing’s mother selling vegetables, I was thinking about how to help my mother find a way to make a living, so I went to the farmer’s market every day to see what business was the most profitable. .

On this day, the weather was sunny and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. I sat in front of the Malatang stall at the farmer's market all morning and watched as his business never stopped. There was almost an endless stream of elementary school students and junior high school students. Even after class, people came to eat. A conservative estimate is that in one morning, he has already earned more than 200 yuan in gross income. After considering the costs, he still earns more than 100 yuan. And after a while, it will be the peak period after school. I am afraid that more students will come to eat Malatang, and then they will be able to make a lot of money.

Just as he was thinking about it, the boss of Malatang, a middle-aged man in his thirties, suddenly said: "Hey, boy, how long have you been sitting here? Do you want to eat? If you don't want to eat, don't stay here. Take a seat." I said dumbfounded: "I took a seat, but it didn't affect your business, right?" The boss refused: "Don't sit here if you don't want to eat!" I was about to retort, I saw a drunk man walking over, sitting down opposite me, and said to the boss carelessly: "Give me a bowl of Malatang, and put more fish balls and shrimp balls!" The boss immediately showed respect. He said: "Okay, just wait, it will be ready soon!" Then he came over and chased me angrily: "Hurry up and leave, didn't you see Brother Xiaoqiang coming?"

Brother Xiaoqiang looked at me with hazy eyes. He was so frightened that he was trembling all over. He pointed at me and said, "You...you..."

I laughed: "What's wrong with me?" This little Qiang brother is very familiar to me. He is clearly the curly hair that I beat up before. He is a habitual thief at the farmer's market. He seems to be one of the four hegemons? Brother Xiaoqiang said with a smile: "It's nothing, nothing, I'm just curious. I haven't seen you for a long time." With a flattering look on his face, the Malatang boss next to him was stunned.

"Well, I'm back." I said, "I used to go to school in Beiyuan, but now I'm expelled."

Last time a group of us made a big fuss at the farmer's market and made Curly Hair and his group go out on their knees. It must have left an indelible impression on them, so much so that Curly Hair, who was originally drunk, was confused as soon as he saw me. A lot more awake. Brother Xiaoqiang chuckled: "Actually, it's not much use going to school. You see, I haven't even graduated from junior high school, and I'm more handsome than those in our class who lived in college before."

I snorted: "Isn't that right? You just steal the fruits of other people's labor!" It was obviously ironic that he was a thief.

Brother Xiaoqiang wasn't in a hurry, or he didn't dare to be. He still smiled and said, "That's just my side job." I asked strangely, "Then what is your main job?" Brother Xiaoqiang said, "Of course. It's a protection fee. All the businessmen in this farmer's market must give 10% of their monthly turnover to our boss. This money is enough for us. As for being a thief, that's just my skill. I'm afraid that if I don't move for too long, my craftsmanship will be lost." I said with a bit of contempt: "How much money someone makes in a month, and you take 10% of it? You earn this money so easily!" Brother Xiaoqiang said seriously: "Brother, you don't know this. The money we make is not easy at all."

I was even more puzzled: "How can I say this?" Brother Xiaoqiang said: "There are 180 businesses doing business in this farmer's market. Although most of them are women and children, there are also many young and middle-aged people, such as the owner of this stall." He pointed at the middle-aged man selling spicy hotpot. The middle-aged man was making spicy hotpot for Brother Xiaoqiang. When he saw him pointing at himself, he immediately showed a flattering smile.

Brother Xiaoqiang didn't even look at him and continued: "It's impossible for just someone to stamp their feet here and everyone just hand over the money obediently. We, the four farmers and trade hegemons, have been able to get to where we are today. It's a waste of time." With less blood and sweat, we not only have to conquer these merchants, but also our peers. It can be said that the farmer's market is our life, and anyone who wants to rob us will definitely fight with our lives."

I chuckled: "Don't worry, we already told you last time that we are not interested in this place."

"That's good, that's good." Brother Xiaoqiang smiled flatteringly. He probably thought that I came here to covet this place.

"I wonder what my brother is called?" Brother Xiaoqiang looked at me again and asked. I said casually: "Wang Hao." Brother Xiaoqiang nodded: "My name is Mao Xiaoqiang." Then he shook hands with me again. Although I disliked such thieves in my heart and felt that their hands were too dirty, I still reluctantly shook them. I couldn't make people stand down on the spot. At this moment, the boss brought over a bowl of spicy hotpot. Mao Xiaoqiang slapped the table and cursed: "Why is there only one copy, where is my brother's?" The boss trembled and hurriedly went to get a new one.

I lowered my voice and said, "Don't be so cruel to people." Mao Xiaoqiang lowered his voice and said, "Brother, you don't understand. Only when I'm cruel to them can they respect me; if I'm nice to them, they will kick me." The nose is on the face." This theory is very similar to what Ma Wulong said when he was in the cage, but I still said seriously: "But you are so fierce, they respect you on the surface, but they are scolding you in their hearts!" Mao Xiaoqiang hehehe Smiling: "It's enough to show respect on the lips, no matter what he is thinking in his heart."

He said so, so I have nothing to say. Another portion of Malatang came up, and while I was eating, I said, "Brother Xiaoqiang, I want to help my mother make a living at the farmer's market. Can you show me what she can make for her?" Mao Xiaoqiang pointed to the opposite side. A restaurant in the city said: "Yes, the boss is going to sell out the store and ask your mother to take it down. It will be very profitable to sell whatever food you want." I looked at the store. It was neither big nor small. I think it must be taken down. It doesn't take much money. There is still a principal of 50,000 yuan saved at home, which should be more than enough. I handed over to Mao Xiaoqiang and said, "Thank you, brother, for the advice." Then I fantasized about what kind of store I could open, and I thought it would be good to just sell this kind of spicy hotpot, and I could choose what I wanted to eat.

I was eating and thinking, so I ate more slowly. Mao Xiaoqiang ate quickly, and after finishing his meal, he whispered: "Brother, if you open a shop here, we will definitely not charge you protection money. But you can't tell others, otherwise the reputation of our four farmers and traders will be ruined... Hey, you know!" I nodded: "Okay, I understand, I won't tell others."

Mao Xiaoqiang also bowed his hand to me: "Okay, brother, thank you for giving me this face. I know that you are outnumbered, and you are all heroes who are not afraid of death, and you are not afraid of anyone who will bully you. But I am still bold. To put it bluntly, just ask if you can find a brother, at least in this realm there is no problem." What he said was very flattering, he could sell favors and build connections, so he might ask me for help in the future. He is also a ghost-like spirit.

I said cheerfully: "Of course." After a few more polite words, Mao Xiaoqiang got up and left. I looked at the restaurant opposite, slowly finished the spicy hotpot in front of me, raised my head and asked, "Boss, how much is it?" Suddenly I remembered that Mao Xiaoqiang didn't pay the bill when he left, what a bastard grandson of my grandma. As a result, the boss said with a face full of flattery: "Why do you have to pay to eat with Brother Xiaoqiang? No, no, just treat it as my invitation."

Looking at his current appearance and thinking about his appearance before, I feel really sad. In his eyes, I must be a scoundrel. When he was a good citizen before, he shouted at me, but now that I have turned into a gangster, he treats me with respect. I really don’t understand this world. Who really has a strong fist and who can eat it?

"Don't take me and him seriously!" I took out the money and slapped it on the table, saying angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss took the money, nodded and said, "I think Brother Xiaoqiang respects you quite a lot. I wonder who you are?"

"Who am I?!" I said with a smile, "I am his uncle!"