829: C829 Pork Feelings

C829 Pork Feelings

Somewhere in the South.

This city was slightly larger than the Nanjiang, but due to its geographical location and the surrounding cities being too competitive, the development of this place had always been rather mild.

The people here were just like their cities, full of leisure, the rhythm of the city was very slow, and it was very rare to see people walking in a hurry on the streets.

Everyone had smiles on their faces, walking slowly and leisurely, as if everyone was a billionaire.

Know your place and enjoy yourself. It was the motto of most of the citizens in this city, and they were indeed living a happy life.

This city did not have any particularly famous snacks or famous tourist attractions. The only place that was different from the rest was probably the agricultural market of this city.

If the number of agricultural markets in a city of the same size was 50, then this city would have at least 300 agricultural markets.

A major factor that caused this phenomenon was related to Madman Zhao.

Madman Zhao's net worth was at least one billion, and there were countless villas and luxury cars. However, deep in his heart, he always had a deep feeling of the agricultural market.

Usually, his biggest hobby was neither drinking tea nor drinking wine. Instead, he randomly chose a agricultural market in the early morning, then put his hands in his pockets and leisurely strolled around inside.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Good morning, Brother Zhao!"

"Hello, Brother Zhao!"

When the vendors saw Madman Zhao, they greeted him with smiles.

Unlike most people who showed respect to Madman Zhao on the surface, the respect and respect these vendors showed to Madman Zhao must have come from the bottom of their hearts.

Madman Zhao was temperamental and often bullied the weak. As long as he was in a bad mood, even innocent people would be implicated.

It was even more so for his own benefit. He would do anything that was devoid of conscience.

In short, Madman Zhao must be a bad person, and the worst kind.

Countless people hated to drink his blood and eat his flesh behind his back!

But the peddlers at the small stalls in the agricultural market were an exception.

Because Madman Zhao was really good to them. In the more than 300 agricultural markets in the entire city, there had never been anyone who dared to cause trouble with the stall owner.

Because behind these stall owners were Madman Zhao. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, once a stall owner was bullied, as long as Madman Zhao was found, he would personally deal with it!

Furthermore, he would also follow the market's situation at all times to set a fixed price for the various products in the agricultural market.

Everyone had to sell at his price. Anyone who dared to increase or lower the price would have severe consequences.

Who would not respect such a great benefactor who could be their backer and maintain the order of the market?

"Old Man Li, this pork is not divided like this. When you use a knife, you must tilt it slightly in the ribs. This way, the meat that you cut will be cleaner. You can also sell it for a few more coins, understand?"

Madman Zhao always had a kind of affection for the pork. Every time he passed by the pork stall, he had to give his best guidance.

Sometimes, when he was in the mood, he would have to personally demonstrate it.

In this world, there would definitely be a lot of people wearing Armani suits, and of course, there would be more people killing pigs.

However, those who wore the Armani suit and personally picked pork with a butcher knife were probably the only ones in the entire history of mankind, Madman Zhao.

"Look, listen to me, right? Remember in the future, when you cut the ribs, the blade must be slanted so that the meat you cut will be clean."

Madman Zhao smiled as he tossed the butcher knife back to the other party. Then, he conveniently took two pig's waists from the pig's body and said, "Old man, today's pig's waists are not bad. I brought them back to make soup. How much do you calculate?"

"Oh, Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? You have done so many things for us. How can I still accept your money? It's my honor that you can dig out two pig's waists from me."

As Old Man Li spoke, he took out a plastic bag and washed the two pig's waists. Then, he put them in a bag and handed them to Madman Zhao with a smile.

However, Madman Zhao did not appreciate it. His face, which had been smiling just now, immediately darkened.

"Brother Zhao, this is..."

Old Man Li looked at Madman Zhao's expression and felt a little weak in his heart. At the same time, he also felt quite puzzled. Why did he suddenly become unhappy all of a sudden?

"Listen up!"

Madman Zhao stared straight into Old Man Li's eyes and said word by word, "It's perfectly natural to pay for things you buy. No one is an exception!"

"In the future, if anyone dares to buy things from you without paying, use a knife to kill him like a pig. Do you hear me clearly?!"

Old Man Li was so scared that his forehead was covered in sweat, "Listen, listen carefully..."

"Un, it's good that you remember."

After saying that, Madman Zhao took out a few large notes and slapped them on the chopping board. Then, he carried the plastic bag and left leisurely.

No one understood why Madman Zhao would suddenly lose his temper.

However, only he himself knew how he had walked step by step until today.

Back then, he was just an honest person who sold pork and never offended anyone.

However, those people insisted on bullying him, beating him, humiliating him, and not giving him money to buy things. They forced him to become a madman!

"Looks like this person is quite interesting."

Not far away, a man and a woman were watching this scene with great interest.

The man was about 25 or 26 years old. He had average looks and a slightly thin figure. He was dressed very casually and belonged to the type that could never be found again after being thrown into a crowd.

The woman had a hot figure and delicate facial features. There was a cold and aloof air between her brows that strangers should not approach. Her body emitted a powerful aura. One look and one could tell that this was the temperament that had been nurtured from being high and mighty for a long time.

"Yes, it's quite interesting. At least she's a person who remembers old memories."

Yang Xuan said with a smile, "For such an interesting person, should we ask him for a cup of tea?"

Loong Xiaomann smiled and said, "Alright, Huang has already arrived there. Let's be Huang's followers today."

"Hahaha, this awesome Old Huang will probably boast for the rest of his life when he returns!"

Yang Xuan said with a laugh.

The weasel was already waiting for him downstairs at Zhao Kuang's subsidiary company.

Today, under the threat of Loong Xiaomann's martial power, he finally changed into a well-ironed Versace suit and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

It was said that people relied on their clothes to ride the saddle, but these words did not seem to be applicable to the weasel.

When he wore this suit, people always felt that something was wrong.

Perhaps it was because he was used to the way he dressed in his red vest and pants, or perhaps it was because his own temperament did not match his suit at all.0

In any case, it gave people the feeling of wearing luxurious clothes and a monkey.

"Little Yang, Lil'Dino, you two are late. Later, go to the finance department to collect your tickets."

The weasel lectured the two with a serious face.

Loong Xiaomann was stunned and her anger rose, "Are you..."

"Hey, don't!"

The weasel saw that Loong Xiaomann was about to flip out and hurriedly said, "Didn't you guys ask me to be the boss today? I have to get into the act in advance!"

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