Chapter 453: Meditation (2)

Chapter 453
In fact, Fang Zhiqiang didn't know how to solve this problem. Life is always more complicated than he thought. Even in business, it is not enough to sell good food honestly. Even if you walk and sit upright, you can still meet the villain. Is there any way? But he knew that he would never admit defeat. Fang Zhiqiang has never been afraid of such a thing. Moreover, once he admits defeat, his life is over.
Fang Zhiqiang smoked half a cigarette before he just calmed down. Turn around and ask the clerk: "Did you call the police?"
Fang Zhiqiang is unwilling to spend with this group of people, he does not have any capital to spend with these people, with Qin Xiaojun, and he is unwilling to fight with them. He is upright and upright, and of course the way he solves problems is the same. The only thing he can do is call the police.
"Reported." A little girl in the shop said, "Weird, the group called the police just after they arrived, and the police said that they would arrive soon. There is a police station nearby. Why haven't the police come here yet? "
Now that you have called the police, you have to wait for the police to come. The people in a shop waited patiently and waited, seeing that it was almost 20 minutes later, the morning grocery shopping people passed by the front door in an endless stream. Everyone was looking at the door of the fresh supermarket with curiosity and panic. This weird scene.
Whoever reads it can't be curious. There are a lot of troubles among local ruffians and hooligans. They are usually beat, smashed and robbed. It is really rare to be so quiet; and why are so many people trying to make trouble with a vegetable shop?
Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, the shop assistants stretched out their heads and looked out one by one. The patrol cars used to pass by the door many times in the morning, but this time they have not seen any shadows. Fang Zhiqiang was also really anxious, he almost lost his breath, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the local police station.
After the phone rang a few times before someone answered it, there was a man with a very rough voice: "Hello?"
"Hello, I am here in the Qiangzi Fresh Food Supermarket on Siqian Street. One morning, my store was surrounded by a group of rogues and riots here. The police has been called for about forty minutes, but no one has come to help. How long will it take you to arrive?"
The voice paused, and said impatiently: "I'll be there soon, wait a minute, there are so many things to deal with this morning, and the police station doesn't just take care of you." He couldn't help but hung up the phone.
Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, very speechless, but right now, he had no other choice but to wait for the police to come.
Fang Zhiqiang sat at the door, his eyes fixed on those people, angrily and anxious. And that bald head is very leisurely and comfortable, not afraid of Fang Zhiqiang at all, it seems that Fang Zhiqiang does not exist for him. This is especially true for others.
Finally, after more than ten minutes of suffering, a patrol car finally drove slowly from the direction of the police station and stopped on the side of the road in front of the store. Three or four policemen walked down inside, and they were coming here.
The savior finally came, Fang Zhiqiang finally breathed out, and the shop assistants were also happy. Just as the police came, they would chase away this group of people. After all, there was no need to look at the group of people at the door and make them frightened.
"What's going on here? Why are so many people here all morning? Who called the police and said that there was a disturbance here? What's the matter?" the older policeman in the lead asked impatiently.
"The police I called..." Fang Zhiqiang stepped out and was about to meet him when he was half-talking.
He saw a scene that shocked him: As soon as his bald head looked up, he saw a few policemen approaching, stood up quickly, and said with a grin: "Yo, Brother Zhao is early. Why are you free to come here in the morning?" While taking out the cigarette from his pocket and dissipating it to the police.
The leader was the one he called Brother Zhao. He took the cigarette and bald his head and nodded: "What are you free? I'm so busy all morning. I just received a call saying that someone is making trouble here. Is it your kid? What are so many people doing here?" It was a completely inattentive tone, as if the dozens of people sitting in front of other people's stores completely blocked the business. It was normal and not worth it. The same thing mentioned.
"Brother Zhao, look at what you said, am I that kind of person?" Bald head patted his chest and said, "It's not like brothers come out to get some air. If you are tired, find a place to sit and rest. Isn't it okay?"
Then Brother Zhao looked at him, shook his head and didn't speak any more. He turned his head and saw Fang Zhiqiang standing aside with a cold face, so he asked Fang Zhiqiang: "You just called and said someone was making trouble here? What's the matter? ?Who is making trouble?"
Fang Zhiqiang has recovered from the shock, and he has already understood: This bald head, as well as these people under him, are completely acquainted with the people in the police station, and it seems that the relationship is not shallow, maybe there is still some collusion. of. That's why they can be so confident. And the bald head was still smiling at him triumphantly, the smile full of provocation.
"It's the police I called." Fang Zhiqiang walked to the policeman named Brother Zhao. He was about to lose control of the anger in his heart. He pointed to his bald head and said, "It is these people who came to me in the morning. Sitting here in front of the door, not allowing people to enter the door, and drove all my business away." He also knows a little bit about the collusion between the local ruffian and the police station, but he doesn't believe it anymore. Could it be that there is no axiom? With so many people disrupting business here, can the people at the police station really ignore it?
Brother Zhao looked at him, then at his bald head, and said with a smile, "Is that what happened? People have said that you are here to make trouble, what should I do?"
The bald head suddenly yelled for being wronged, and he actually made a serious look of aggrieved: "Brother Zhao, you can't wrong the good guy. You have seen it. When did we make trouble? Just sit here in a regular manner. Now, I didn’t do anything, this place belongs to their store too? Can’t sit down?
The shop assistants on the side were all dumbfounded, and they all saw it. Obviously, this bald head has friendship with the people at the police station, and things will probably not go as smoothly as they thought. It doesn't matter who the police station is facing at that time.
Fang Zhiqiang felt that the blood in his whole body was pouring into his forehead: "You so many people come to my door to affect my business. Isn't it all right? What is it? If there is no trouble, why don't you let my customers in? You let people not do business?"
With a bald head holding his arms, he smiled triumphantly and said: "We are just sitting here and doing nothing. Are customers not going in, can we blame us? We really didn't say that we wouldn't let them in to buy things. We didn't have anyone who went in. Stop it, are they themselves unwilling to come to you to buy it? Otherwise you call someone to try and ask him to buy it?"