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Chapter 13 Yousen Booth

At this time, Li Qingming quickly transferred it to a large casserole that had been prepared long ago, packed it tightly and sealed it, and pushed the dining cart to go to the market.

At this time, the uncle also woke up.

"Xiao Ming, why don't you call me? Wait for me. The market is very complicated. If you are a child, you will easily suffer losses." The uncle quickly put on his clothes and washed up, and pushed the dining cart with Li Qingming to the night market.

From a distance, I saw the night market crowded with bright lights. At this time, Li Qingming stopped the car, opened the sealed lid, and picked out all the chicken inside to ensure that there was no trace of chicken or chicken skeleton inside.

"It's just right!" Li Qingming nodded in his heart. This time was just right.

I didn't cook it to the best heat just now, but now it's just right. A strong smell of chicken soup came out, but it was immediately covered by the uncle. It wasn't even there yet, so the taste wasn't gone.

"You can't throw these away casually. I'll put them away and deal with them when I go back." The uncle wrapped all the remaining chicken, hid them carefully, and found a place to throw them away when he went back.

Soon, the two of them pushed the cart to the original sales point. However, now other vendors are occupied by them.

"Uncle, what's going on?" Li Qingming looked puzzled.

The uncle frowned too.

"Old Wang, what do you mean? I haven't set up a stall for two days, so you took my place!" the uncle scolded.

Although the uncle's stall is not the best, it is considered to be medium-sized in this night market. Because of this stall, the uncle can earn living expenses every month, save some more, and pay college tuition for his daughter.

"Your location? Your name is written here!" The middle-aged man of the same age, with a beer belly, and a cunning face was sarcastic.

"But I've been here for several years!" the uncle frowned and argued.

This kind of positional struggle happens from time to time. After all, there are only a few good positions, and no one wants to occupy a better position. As for the market administrators here, they don’t care. After all, the stalls are set up after they get off work. They are only responsible for collecting money. If you give the money, they will set it up.

As for fighting for position, it is your own business. Whether you quarrel or fight, it is your own business. As long as you don’t cause any death.

But generally speaking, if you have a habit of setting up stalls in one place every day, then usually no one will grab this location from you.

As for this old Wang, he came to set up a stall with his uncle at the same time. The two of them came here together a few years ago. However, the uncle arrived first on the first day, so he naturally occupied the best position among the rest. Lao Wang had a lot of friction with him, but with his hard work of leaving early and returning late, he occupied this position.

"But you haven't been here for two days! Are you planning to enjoy the happiness of the world?" Old Wang teased.

Enjoy a blessing? A sound of surprise came from all around.

The people who set up stalls here are all miserable and can't make much money. Even if the location is the best, it's just a little more profitable than ordinary people, which is better than office workers. However, office workers have holidays and rest. They set up stalls from the afternoon until two or three in the morning, and they do this every day. If they don't set up stalls, they will have no income. They are in the wind and rain. This is really hard-earned money.

Enjoy happiness, who can enjoy it?

Everyone looked at the uncle in one go.

The uncle's face suddenly turned red.

"Old Wang!" the uncle roared angrily.

Here, there are three nine communications, and the dragon and snake are mixed together, and the owners who set up stalls are all humans. This shows the trick.

He didn't say anything, and waited quietly to watch the show.

Now that the meal time has just passed, the midnight snack is still early, and the people are sparse, and they are bored and just have a good time to watch the show.

Lao Wang looked playful, staring at the uncle, muttering silently.

The uncle's face changed a few times, and finally he pulled the dining cart back without saying a word.

Humph! Old Wang grinned and looked proud.

Everyone around asked him what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

Although Li Qingming was so angry, he didn't say anything. He understood what was going on. This guy threatened him with the ugly story of his uncle's daughter! Such a person is simply shameless.

But at this time, the various stalls here had been occupied by people. The road along the market and we arrived at the most remote place. This place can be said to be the worst place with the worst popularity. Almost no one came to visit. Of course, the business is also the worst.

Of course, what about Lao Wang’s place? His place is naturally not that long. However, if he occupied the uncle’s territory, then naturally others would occupy his territory. If he occupied one by one, it would naturally be their turn, which would be the worst.

Everyone looked gloating.

The uncle also looked miserable. He didn't expect that he would fall to this point.

"I'll go back and argue with him!" The uncle gritted his teeth and was about to go back, but was stopped by Li Qingming.

"Uncle, there is a saying in my hometown: "The smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alleys. With our chicken soup, we are not afraid of it." Li Qingming was full of confidence.

The uncle was also shocked. This was too incisive! But looking at the fact that there was no one around, how could he do business? No matter how good the chicken soup is, it cannot attract people!

"Uncle, don't be afraid, just here! This is pretty good!" Li Qingming looked confident.

Uncle Xiang looked puzzled, but seeing that Li Qingming was so confident, he followed him and started building a midnight snack stall. He didn't have much time to build it. However, the lights here were dim and there was silence around him. This was not like a night market, but it was a bit yin and scary.

At this moment, this scene has been reported by people who have been ordered to monitor.

No matter what, Li Qingming's bet that he didn't know was related to the lithium battery market of more than one billion, so both sides naturally would not relax. Arranging a few people to follow is nothing. It would not waste a lot of money.

"Have you set up a stall again? Such a broken place! Haha, he didn't know how he died!" Jiang Fugui laughed.

"Mr. Liu, should we send someone to intervene? Otherwise, setting up stalls in such places will not only die!" The secretary quickly asked Liu Chang for instructions.

Liu Chang smiled and shook his head.

"I said that in this bet, I bet on him. Whether he has the ability or ability, we can only watch and not interfere. Unless someone interferes, I will never interfere! Of course, I don't mind pushing him. So, don't tell them about the female college student for the time being," Liu Chang said calmly.

"Mr. Liu, do you really think he will have talent in diet? Can he break out into the sky?" The secretary couldn't help but ask.

"He has no other way except for diet. And his confidence lies in diet!" Liu Chang said affirmatively.

"Uh, Mr. Liu, how do you know?" the secretary asked.

"Intuition!" Liu Chang said.
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