"mom!"

The stall owner was still squatting in the cabinet to look for something, and heard the sound of his son walking over in his plastic slippers.

"I said I'm hungry!"

The stall owner was anxiously looking for something, but he couldn't find it after searching it, so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

"Xiao Yu, have you seen the goods my mother put in the cabinet?"

My son stayed at home all day and didn't go out much. He occasionally liked to search for things she had hidden, so the stall owner felt a little nervous.

"I don't care about this! I said I'm hungry, have you heard it?"

The stall owner's son is a thin boy with a dark yellow skin, blue and black eyes, pale lips, loose skin on his face, and slightly collapsed shoulders. He was used to arching his back even when standing, without the energy that a 17 or 18-year-old should have.

Facing his son who was irritated by hunger, the stall owner sighed softly.

She tried to calm her increasingly irritable son with a gentle attitude.

"Mom sold a lot of goods today and made money. You can bear it and take you out for a meal tonight, okay?"

The boy showed a cold and faint ridicule, his face full of distrust of the stall owner's words.

"I really think I'm so easy to cheat on me? Do you give me money?"

The young man stretched out his hand at the stall owner and tried to force him to rob.

If it were normal, the stall owner would educate his son, but now the customer is still waiting, and she is afraid that the business will be lost if it is delayed for a long time.

The boy saw that his mother was so refreshed and his eyes rolled up.

"Mom, how much goods did you sell today?"

Whether it is the B-city base or other official bases, survivors have their own electronic accounts, and they can just use the special mobile phone sent by the base to scan the code to transfer money. The boy saw that the stall owner transferred 100 contribution points to him, and he disliked him and felt that the stall owner was generous.

You should know that she only contributes 10 or 20 points to herself when she quarrels with the stall owner or even insults her hysterically.

This time I shouted a few words and actually gave 100 contribution points?

If he hadn't known that the stall owner was old and no one wanted to be a lover, he would have doubted whether she had cuckolded her father with a wealthy man.

The stall owner continued to look for the half jade pendant in the cabinet.

He said without looking back: "I met three big customers who are very generous... Have you seen the goods my mother has placed here?"

The boy sneered coldly.

"How much are your stuff worth?"

The stall owner had no other hobbies before the end of the world, so he liked to collect jewelry made of gold, silver and jade.

If the end of the world had not come, the old man bought her and added her own dowry, the total value would be 400 million to 500 million.

Now is the end of the world. I don’t know if something that once was worth 400 million or 500 million can be sold for 400,000 or 50,000 contribution points.

If you have that money, it’s better to buy something delicious and never be a starving ghost.

The stall owner has never been able to find the goods, and no matter how well he is in good condition, he is a little impatient.

"did you see?"

The boy didn't care about the anxiety in the stall owner's words at all.

"I have a good relationship with Brother Dalong nearby. He said he wants to introduce me to a job. I heard that he has a horse he likes, so I took a little of your stuff..." He drooped his eyelids, looking even less energetic. He thought about 100 contribution points in his heart and could play with what he could do, and he thought about how to cut out more money from the woman's hands. "Your pile of things is not worth the money now, and no one wants them even if you collect rags."

The stall owner looked at the boy in a daze.

The boy was stimulated by her accusing eyes.

He waved his fist viciously and said, "Why do you look at me like this? Do you think I am a thief? Those things you didn't buy for you by the old man, and the money should have been mine. What's wrong with me buying things with my money to get a job?"

The stall owner stood up and wanted to speak but stopped.

"The things have been sent out. Don't say you want me to come back. I don't have that thick-skinned face."

Of course he has this shame, as long as things are valuable.

He also knew that the stall owner was a person who wanted to save face and would never ask for the things he gave.

And he can go privately to find Brother Dalong to come back.

He lied that the goods were not given to Brother Dalong's horse, but that he secretly asked Brother Dalong to help sell the goods.

After selling the goods, Brother Dalong gave him 50% of the goods, and the remaining 50% was paid to Brother Dalong.

The stall owner had no choice but to say: "...There is something inside that the customer wants, how can you send it out..."

The boy was delighted.

"How much does the customer promise to give? If it is very expensive, I will go and find Brother Dalong to come back."

The stall owner stuttered his lips, but he still didn't say it out in the end.

"Where is your Big Dragon Brother?"

If the customer wants that thing very much, the stall owner can introduce them to the big dragon brother.

The stall owner knew that the "Brother Dalong" mentioned by the young man was just the gangster leader of a gangster in the nearby area. He relied on his fierce appearance to scare ordinary people and caught him blindly when he met a psychic. Therefore, the stall owner was not worried that Pei Ye and the other three would suffer losses when they contacted the gangster leader.

The boy said vaguely: "He is a busy man, how can I know where he is now?"

The stall owner went out with a guilty attitude, while the young man slipped back to find Brother Dalong to get things. He didn't know how valuable the things were, but the stepmother who had always been in QQ Sousuo contributed 100 points at one time, and the total price of the thing would not be less than 10,000 yuan.

Little did they know that they were targeted by someone who was interested as soon as they went out.

However, the bastard only followed the stall owner and ignored the boy.

Passing by a place with few people, three gangsters hiding in the dark jumped out, one of them took out a fruit knife.

"Take the stuff out!"

The fruit knife is not big, but the blade is sharp, and it can kill people even if you stab it into the flesh with one knife.

The stall owner was startled by them and forgot how to speak for a moment.

One of the bastards said, "If you know you have made a fortune today and you still want to stay here, be good at it and show filial piety."

The stall owner knew that he had encountered blackmail when he saw this attitude.

Three gangsters forced the stall owner to a dark and wet corner.

"Why tell her so much? Come on!"

The bright dagger gestured twice in front of the stall owner, and once again it almost approached her eyelids.

The three of them searched the stall owner and found that there were no other jade jewelry except a special phone on her body.

The stall owner dared not struggle either.

These gangsters will really stab people to death with a knife if they say something.

City B has limited staffing. If no one asks the official report, the stall owner will die in vain if he dies.

At this time, one of the gangsters relied on their tall figure and long arms to force the stall owner to grab the special mobile phone.

"What's the password? Open it, or you will be stabbed to death today!"

"We three brothers cannot go for nothing. We should be filial to you anyway..."

"One person contributes 5,000 points, and this matter is over, otherwise we will make you unable to survive nearby."

One person has 5,000, and three people have 15,000 contribution points.

The stall owner had red eyes throughout the whole process and did not dare to speak.
Chapter completed!