Merry students roam the campus

In an alley next to Nanjing Road, an old man was pushing a cart of pears and leading a young child. After searching around, he found a small vacancy at the corner of the street.Immediately, he pushed the car over and wiped the fresh pear with a clean towel in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa, can I eat meat today? I haven't eaten meat for a long time!" The sallow and thin child with two snot-nosed faces asked the old man coquettishly.

The old man looked at the child lovingly, stroked his head, and said with a smile: "Little Heizi, don't worry! When Grandpa sells the pears, I will weigh the meat for you. Let's eat braised pork tonight, ha ha. …”

"Oh, I've eaten braised pork, I've eaten braised pork!" The child shouted happily.Although it sounds sad, being able to eat meat for a meal makes me so happy; but this is City G, which is too close to Myanmar, and the gap between the rich and the poor is huge.

In this world, no matter where there are rich people, there must be poor people.

God is not absolutely fair, and he sometimes turns a blind eye or closes one eye; good luck does not seem to patronize the grandpa and grandson.They just stopped, talking and laughing hopefully, at the foot of the street.A few hooligans with hair dyed colorfully and dressed in trendy clothes came over with big strides.

The leader was a yellow-haired man with a big earring, and he looked like he was holding his mouth. Chewing gum, he walked over and looked at the grandpa and grandson, and then shouted loudly: "Hey! I said old man, where are you? here?"

The old man was slightly taken aback, but honest people like them would never think of causing trouble.It is no exaggeration to say that even if you spit on his face, he can still wipe it off with a smile, pretending nothing happened.

The old man looked at this group of people, a little scared, but he still smiled and said: "Brothers, we are from the mountains. We just bought a carload of pears today, do you want some?"

"Come on Nima!"

The yellow-haired man slapped the pear off the old man's hand, and then with a fierce expression on his face, he cursed loudly: "Do you know whose site this is? Your uncle's! You have to pay protection fees for setting up a street stall here." .You don’t give a penny, do you want to eat "overlord meal"?!"

Hearing this, the old man panicked all of a sudden, he looked at these people tremblingly, and then said nervously: "Why? Is it... do you need to pay for setting up a street stall here? "

"Damn! What kind of garlic? There is a street stall here, you ask them which one you didn't pay! Let me tell you, you have to pay the money today, or leave yourself. Don't force the brothers to do it!" Se said.

The old man had no choice but to lower his head under the eaves; he looked at his wallet, and finally he gritted his teeth and asked, "Then this little brother, how much is the protection fee?"

"100 yuan!" The yellow-haired man stepped on the wheel of the pear-pushing cart, shaking it non-stop.

"What? 100 yuan! I said little brother, isn't this a bit too much? I sold this carload of pears, and I can't make much money! I gave you 100 yuan, and our day is equivalent to doing nothing. Ah!" the old man said in a pleading tone with a sad face.

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