The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

The little boss was the first to notice it, then, frowning, turned around to work on his own, and fell silent.

Xia Fan and Xue Yazhi also looked, five or six idle young people walked into the door, 25 or [-] years old.

The leader is wearing a red suit, no tie, open neckline, and has a strong air of hooliganism.

As soon as he came in, he surrounded the little boss.

The red suit stared at him like a knife: "I said, boss, it's time to pay the protection fee. I haven't paid it last month, and it's due this month. The sum is not much. It's 6000 yuan, plus interest, and I'll give you [-] yuan." A thousand is enough."

The little boss shook his head: "I don't have any business in this small shop. I don't know if I have 3000 yuan in monthly income after deducting all expenses. Didn't you ask me to work for you?"

The red suit laughed, and his face became more and more ferocious: "Even if you give me a part-time job, it's still better than you. Whether you will do business or not is your business, and you still have to pay the protection fee."

"Otherwise, there's no guarantee that my Brotherhood will smash your store, and your losses will be even more serious."

He walked to the side, picked up a vase and lifted it high, loosening his fingers.

With a bang, the bottle shattered.

The little boss raised his eyebrows, anger flashed across his face, but he seemed forbearing.

The red suit was triumphant: "Although this vase is not worth much, it costs two or three hundred yuan. Look, it's gone now. Hurry up and pay the protection fee. I'm also doing it for your own good."

In the booth, Xue Yazhi couldn't help but get angry, and stood up suddenly: "What are you doing, now that you are in such a society and still charge protection fees, aren't you afraid that the boss will call the police and arrest you?"

Suddenly, the gangsters screamed strangely.

The red suit looked at her with a strange tone: "Hey, there is a beautiful woman here. Is this to speak out? All right, then you can call 110 and see if the police will care?"

"I think you're so beautiful. It's the one I like. How about opening a house after I collect the protection fee to invite you to sing?"

Xue Yazhi turned pale and turned to look at Xia Fan: "Hey, he bullied me!"

Xia Fan grinned his teeth and looked at the boss: "Hey, do you want to help you drive away these protection fee collectors? They are quite arrogant."

The little boss shook his head and smiled wryly, but his expression was calm, just helpless.

The red suit walked towards Xia Fan, pointed at his nose: "Who the hell are you, you speak so grandly, it seems that you have some background, this woman is your girlfriend, right? But no matter what background you have—"

"First, I have fixed the protection fee, and immediately increased it to 1 yuan. If I don't pay it, the store will be smashed."

"Second, your girlfriend is quite interesting, just let me play for three days and three nights, and see what you dare to do, and you want to beat me away, what the hell..."

The guy became more and more arrogant, and suddenly screamed.

A big foot kicked on his chest with great force.

He flew back immediately, just flew out of the gate and fell on the road outside.

All of a sudden, there was an extremely shrill cry.

The remaining gangsters inside suddenly turned their heads and looked towards the door.

Then, Qi Shushu turned back to look at Xia Fan, and it was he who kicked this kick.

Several gangsters gritted their teeth, and one of them yelled: "You bastard, you dare to kick our boss, you want to die! Brothers, beat him to death!"

A group of people rushed over.

Then, there were screams one after another.

This group of guys was really unlucky, they were all kicked out of the house.

The gangsters fell all over the road, clutching their spines, howling in pain.

Xia Fan walked out of the door, grabbed the collar of the red suit, lifted him up, and slapped him a dozen times.

Suddenly, the face in the red suit swelled like a pig's head.

Then, he slammed the guy on the ground again.

Xia Fan said lightly: "I don't like others to bully my wife. Next time, remember, when you want to flirt with a certain woman, check to see if her husband or boyfriend is nearby."

"If it's not like you, you will be beaten to death sooner or later. Get out."

With a yell, the gangsters fled in fright with their tails between their legs.

Soon, it disappeared into the night.

However, a rather stern voice came from the red suit: "Boy, just wait for me, I will never let you go, soon... soon I will find someone to kill you."

"Also, smash this store down, and don't run away if you have the ability."

Xia Fan returned to the music bar, sat back in the booth, smiled at Xue Yazhi, and raised a glass of beer to her.

Xue Yazhi smiled, proud of having such a husband, and raised her beer.

The two clinked glasses and became more and more affectionate.

The little boss had a frowning face and sighed: "Really, you guys will be fine if you bear with it a few times. With a little kung fu, he beat him so badly. This guy has some background."

"Although he himself is not very good, but his old name is Crooked Daozi. This nickname is enough to show that he is very good. He plays with the knife very smoothly. When he stabbed someone, he would lean to the side and cut a big gash."

"If you poke it into the stomach and make such a toss, the intestines will flow out, so there is such a nickname. He has run away now, but he will call his boss soon. You guys leave quickly."

He waved his hand outside, his expression becoming more and more helpless.

Xia Fan smiled: "Boss, we are leaving, what should you do?"

The little boss sighed: "Of course I have to leave quickly. I have to close the door and pack up the valuables. Even if they smash the shop, the loss won't be that big."

Xia Fan said: "You don't need to be like this, why are you so afraid of these gangsters, as long as you are tough enough, they will be afraid of you."

The little boss shook his head straight: "It doesn't work well for them. If you dare to fight against them, you will be stabbed. Although I am not very afraid, but after all, I do business here, and I don't want to cause trouble."

As soon as the words fell, there was a chi chi chi chi sound outside.

Looking outside, there are several motorcycles parked there, all of which are domineering motorcycles.

Seven or eight sturdy men got off their motorcycles and strode in here.

The guys who came in stood at the door in two rows, bowing slightly.

Then, a man with a height of more than 1.8 meters and wearing a sports suit walked outside, and was still juggling a sharp knife in his hand.

A streak of cold light came out, making one's hair stand on end.

The little boss whispered: "This is the crooked knife, it came so soon."

A few more people rushed in from outside, they were the red suits.

The red suit pointed at Xia Fan fiercely: "Boss, this kid beat us up like this. He dared to hurt people without paying the protection fee. This is simply lawless."

Xia Fan was speechless for a while...

The little bastard who collects protection fees calls me lawless?

The crooked knife came slowly, waving the knife smoothly in his hand, while staring at Xia Fan: "You beat my men like this?"

The little boss hurried over to greet him, with a smile on his face: "Boss, it's better to settle the enemy than to end it. Otherwise, I will pay for all the medical expenses, and I will also give a mental compensation."

"Also, the protection fee for these two months has been paid, a total of 2 yuan, what do you think?"

In order to resolve the trouble, I had to take out my wife's book.

Crooked Knife rolled his eyes at him, mockingly: "2 yuan? You're sending a beggar, and now 20 yuan can't solve this problem. Get out of here, you idiot. I'm going to settle the score with that kid."

He pointed to Xia Fan.

The little boss's face turned blue, his eyes were filled with anger, and he said slowly: "Who do you say is a wimp?"