"This, this, Xiao Ming, is this really welcome to us?" Uncle Xiang's calves trembled. He had never seen such a scene in his life, which was a bit scary.

"Uncle, don't panic. This is to welcome us!" Li Qingming was calm and composed.

Of course, if you look closely, you can see that his body is trembling slightly, and he is also a little shocked like Uncle Xiang. This, the reaction of the crowd was too intense, which made him feel like he became a big star.

But no matter how nervous he is, he is not timid.

Because, he has this pot of chicken soup! He has the confidence to have the whole Chinese cuisine!

"Hello, little master!"

"Thank you for your hard work, little master!"

Pushing the fast food truck, we walked along the way, and there were a lot of greetings around us. The long queue of people were full of respect for them, and their eyes were filled with unconcealed desire - chicken soup.

"Hey! This is..." Li Qingming pushed the dining cart and found that the best position had been occupied by the five gangsters of various colors. He also occupied the position that was originally occupied by several late-night snack vendor owners. This is the only one.

"Little Master, here, the best place is left for you!" The five gangsters immediately greeted Li Qingming with flattery.

"This...is not suitable!" Uncle Xiang looked at the owners of the late-night snack stalls not far away, and hesitated.

"The rule here is who comes first and who belongs to the location. Do you think so?" The gangster with colorful hair on his head pointed to the owner of the late-night snack stall in the distance and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Several owners of late-night snack stalls dared not refute, and only dared to nod.

"This Xiao Ming, we are not suitable!" Uncle Xiang asked Li Qingming in a low voice.

Li Qingming frowned. These gangsters were nothing to cause trouble for themselves. Li Qingming frowned, and those gangsters who were as slutty as they immediately saw Li Qingming's displeasure and immediately said loudly.

"Little Master, this is not because we are ignorant and are deliberately causing trouble. It is everyone's vision! Everyone is right?" The yellow-haired shouted at everyone.

"Yes, little master, just be here, don't change the location. That place is too remote and dark, and it really doesn't fit your identity with this chicken soup. Besides, we won't buy them to eat! Today we are here for your chicken soup!" All the people in the long queue shouted.

Everyone shouted, and the sound was like thunder. The entire night market was like thunder rolling. Several bosses in the distance dared not say anything.

"Little master, hurry up, don't change the place, it's the best here. Come on, everyone will help the little master take down the chicken soup." The colorful gangster immediately directed the other gangsters to move tables and maintain order, so that the commotion crowd could calm down.

Seeing this, Li Qingming shrugged.

"Uncle, don't worry. Since the rules here are to come first, when you were robbed, no one would help you, just be a joke, then they were robbed by us today, which is retribution!" Li Qingming was not that saint.

Although I feel a little bit like myself and others seem to have become bullies, since this is the rules of the game that everyone abides by, there is nothing to say.

Soon, the lid of the chicken soup pot was opened, and the refreshing smell of chicken soup filled the crowd again. The crowd began to boil again.

However, this time, Li Qingming took the lead in serving a few bowls of chicken soup. In the confusion of everyone, he walked to the owners of the stolen late-night snack vendors.

"It's not my wish to grab your territory today, but I'm not embarrassed. When you watched the uncle's territory be robbed, it proves that you agree with the rules here. But I'm still kind to others. This bowl of chicken soup is not an apology, but everyone is just making friends. If you want, you can set up a stall together tomorrow. I'll send chicken soup and you sell fried chicken and fries." Li Qingming said word by word.

Several owners of late-night snack stalls looked at the bowl of chicken soup in front of them, and their hearts were mixed. However, Li Qingming's words made them feel excited. Li Qingming just sold chicken soup. Although it was extremely delicious, it was not full. Everyone still had to eat staple food, right? They sold it together, and the business was not bad!

"Make a friend!" Several owners of late-night snack stalls said nothing more and drank the bowl of chicken soup in one go.

A refreshing chicken soup began to spread. Several bosses stood aside with tears in their eyes, silently experiencing the beauty of the first mouthful of rich chicken soup in their life.

How wonderful the future is!

Li Qingming returned to the vendors.

At this moment, a burst of applause rang out.

Everyone saw Li Qingming's actions just now and understood them in their hearts. This little master is such a strange person. If you want to change someone else, you will probably be arrogant and domineering, or you will feel guilty and uncomfortable. And his way of handling this is just right.

"Then please come and continue to receive chicken soup yesterday!" Li Qingming ordered.

Soon, yesterday's scene happened again today.

Those who drank chicken soup closed their eyes and enjoyed it all. Those who had never drunk looked forward to it. Those who had drunk yesterday were silently counting the number of people, thinking in their minds whether it was their turn today.

Just a small bowl, to be honest, I really don’t have enough to drink it. I just got addicted to it. It’s really seductive.

Of course, the two people who are most anxious at this moment are the two waves.

Yibo is Liu Chang's secretary, and he must bring chicken soup back today. He came to queue up early. But what he unexpectedly expected was that when he came, there was already a long queue. His current position is the last wave, and I don't know if it is not.

The other group was Jiang Fugui's men. They had just arrived and saw so many people waiting to cook chicken soup, so it was probably not my turn.

However, from the beginning, they didn't want to line up. Jiang Fugui and his men walked straight towards Li Qingming.

"Brothers, line up here!" Hongmao saw everyone coming, and saw that it was not easy to mess with, so he quickly laughed and shouted.

The cold man was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"We want to buy a bowl of chicken soup to take it away. I wonder how much it costs?" One of them was wearing sunglasses, with a cold face and strong body. He was obviously not a good person. He was also full of disdain in his words.

Of course, this kind of disdain is also extremely normal. In the eyes of slums, in the eyes of people like them, it is a place where dirt is hidden. What kind of bosses are not bosses in this kind of place? This so-called fame is just a seller of chicken soup. Do you want them to respectfully call them bosses?
Chapter completed!