Chapter 58

"Hey, buddy, your numbers are off. It's 435, how did you calculate that?" Du Qian was furious, thinking, "Stealing money right in front of me, are you tired of living?"

Du Qian was a war orphan. The life experiences of war orphans gave them almost the same mindset: reclusive, low emotional intelligence, hardworking, resilient, and timid...

Du Qian wasn't very brave, but it depended on the situation. Under Uncle Feng, he was more honest than Feng Lao, but if someone dared to steal his money, even the Son of Heaven couldn't stop him. Without money, he couldn't live, and he couldn't go on living anyway.

"How do you talk to me, kid? Look carefully, it's 435 yuan, what's wrong with it? A storage box is five yuan, is there a problem?" The clerk sneered, thinking, "I'm counting on you, do you dare to have a problem? Don't you know who my boss is?"

"Who said it's five yuan each? They're all ten yuan." Du Qian was anxious. He had sold storage boxes before and asked many merchants, all of whom charged ten yuan. This was already painful enough for him, as he had bought them for twenty yuan each, and now they were halved when sold.

That was one thing, but the loss was significant, and he had to accept it. He had already accepted ten yuan, but you actually gave five yuan, cutting it to the bone?

"Our merchant house buys them for five yuan each. If you're willing to sell, I'm willing to buy, that's the price." The clerk glanced at Du Qian with a sideways look, not even giving him a proper glance, just bullying him, what could he do?

"Damn, are you asking for death?" Du Qian's anger flared up, uncontrollable.

"What are you saying? Watch your words, do you know where you are? Come on, come on, someone is causing trouble." The clerk shouted, not expecting the kid to have such guts, which made him even angrier.

If Du Qian had endured it, he could have reported eight yuan when settling accounts, keeping two yuan for himself, and still get a good review from the manager. But this time, with the security guards coming, the manager would definitely know, and he wouldn't be scolded for this, but the benefits would be much less.

He could have earned over a hundred yuan, but now he could only earn ten or twenty yuan, depending on the manager's mood. If the manager was particularly ruthless, he might only get a five-yuan bonus.

"You're dead, daring to take my money."

*Slap, slap, slap...* Du Qian raised his hand, and the big slap landed. "I'll beat you to death, you bastard, how dare you take my money, do you want my life too?"

"Stop."

"Bold."

"Stop..."

Several different voices rang out almost simultaneously. First, the security guards rushed in, shouting to stop. After all, this was a merchant house, and they valued harmony and profit. Acting without reason would lead to accountability for the security guards.

The person who shouted "bold" was the manager who had just come out from inside, his face turning purple with anger. How dare someone commit violence in the Dachang Merchant House? Do you want to die?

What is Dachang Merchant House? The largest merchant house in Pingchuan City, not counting the three major merchant houses, which are nationwide. Among local merchant houses, Dachang is undoubtedly the undisputed first.

Being the first merchant house is secondary; the boss is not only the head of the merchant house but also the leader of the Wohu Association, a well-known fact. He can't afford to lose face.

Most importantly, today was different. He was entertaining guests in the back living room, and the two young ladies of the family were checking the accounts. How could he not serve them attentively?

This wasn't just slapping the clerk's face; it was slapping his face, the face of the two young ladies, and the face of the head of the merchant house.

Who dares to slap the head of the merchant house? They would kill your whole family. Not just a poorly dressed little bastard, even the chief of the central district police station wouldn't dare to slap the head of the merchant house.

At the moment he rushed out, the manager had already sentenced Du Qian to death. He would definitely kill him. Don't think he's just a small manager in the merchant house; he's a subordinate of the boss and knows people in the Wohu Association.

"Stop, stop." The last "stop" made the little girl anxious. She moved like lightning, rushed to the security guards, and with a wave of her hand, four guards were sent flying, crashing into tables and chairs.

"Ah!" The manager was stunned. What was happening?

The one who spoke was the elder sister, and the one who acted was the younger sister. The manager knew these two young ladies very well. The elder sister had a very good temperament and was extremely beautiful, never ordering anyone around, always doing things herself.

The younger sister's temperament was like the head of the merchant house, a powder keg, easily ignited. She liked to act personally, but in a different way. Whenever she acted, it was to hit someone.

As for serving tea and water, she definitely wouldn't do it herself.

These two sisters had very different personalities. The most interesting thing was that the younger sister was afraid of no one except the elder sister. The elder sister could only manage the younger sister, not anyone else.

This wasn't the key; the key was that the elder sister spoke, and the younger sister acted, but the target of her action wasn't the poorly dressed boy, but their own security guards.

Dachang Merchant House, backed by the Wohu Association, naturally wouldn't hire professional security guards. The association had many skilled hands, and these four were naturally transferred from the association, with not-so-good tempers. But when the younger sister acted, they really didn't dare to have a temper.

This wasn't just an issue of status; her strength was there. The younger sister, at just over twenty, already had 350,000 combat power, making her a top expert in the Wohu Association.

Young, a princess, and with her own combat power, even the head of the merchant house couldn't fully control her in front of the elder sister. Who would dare to offend her? If she hit someone, what could you do?

"Miss..."

Hitting someone was nothing, even hitting their own people was nothing, but what was happening now?

"Huh? It's you, little girl. Did they trick you? Don't worry, I'm here, I'll take care of them." Seeing the girl who acted and the elder girl, Du Qian's sense of justice exploded. Their first meeting wasn't particularly pleasant, but they had met before.

This place was a black shop, and it needed to be cracked down on. As a... oh, no, as a member of the Flying Tiger Team, maintaining peace and order was his duty.

If he smashed the black shop today and rescued two trafficked girls, wouldn't that count as a merit?

Thinking of merit, Du Qian's anger disappeared. With his status, what good would merit do? Could he expect a promotion, a raise, become the captain, and marry Sikong Min, reaching the peak of life? Don't be ridiculous. It was better to just get by in the Flying Tiger Team.

Wait until his combat power matched Yao Jing's before he could consider meriting.

"This... this young man..." Fu Ying's voice made Du Qian's hair stand on end. Can you speak normally?

"Hey, speak normally, it's creepy." Du Qian blurted out.

"Don't be angry, young man, calm down. Get chairs, are you all dead? Tea, the best, bring it quickly, or I'll kill you." Fu Ying turned into a lioness.

As the manager of Dachang Merchant House, he was not just ordinarily proud among his peers. He could only provoke the people from the three major merchant houses; in the business world of Pingchuan City, he was a formidable figure.

Such a person was not only arrogant but also had excellent judgment. He quickly realized that he had kicked a hard board this time, and even the younger sister had to bow, let alone him.

Who was the younger sister? The second sister in Pingchuan City, on par with the princesses, just different in play. As for the first sister, it was naturally the elder sister, Fu Jing. Regardless of her willingness, her birth and the support of the younger sister made her recognized by everyone.

Not trafficked girls? A family? Du Qian also realized. Right, Brother Zhao Hui said the Fu family seemed quite wealthy, owning the Dachang Merchant House. Could this be it?

"What's going on, explain clearly, don't find death, watch your words." The manager pulled the clerk aside and asked in a low voice.

The clerk's legs trembled, and he honestly explained the whole situation. How could he not? The manager and the two young ladies were there, and their attitudes could get him killed.

"Little bastard, you're asking for death." After the manager understood, he cursed and quickly reported to the elder sister, not daring to speak to the younger sister, whose temperament was unsuitable for handling such matters.

Actually, the manager quite approved of the clerk's behavior. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just scolded him casually. Dachang Merchant House was indeed the largest local merchant house, but its reputation was not good.

Big deals were better, not daring to go too far, but small deals, bullying people, wasn't that normal? Guarding Dachang Merchant House and the Wohu Association, should they let others bully them? That would be foolish.

"Um, I understand." Fu Jing's face showed no significant reaction.

After meeting Du Qian, Fu Dachang naturally sent people to investigate. When did Pingchuan City have such a person, who could make the captain of the Flying Tiger Team serve as his driver?

The investigation results came quickly. After all, they were local figures, with not-so-high status but quite well-informed.

Analyzing the situation, Fu Dachang, who had reached his current position, had a quick mind and soon understood.

Du Qian wasn't particularly impressive, just a hedgehog. If you didn't touch him, he was nothing, but if you provoked him, many people would stand up for him.

Knowing this, Fu Dachang didn't pay much attention, warning his two daughters, especially the younger one, explaining the situation clearly, and then ignoring it. He and Du Qian were from different worlds, with little chance of intersecting.

Who would have thought they would meet today? Meeting was one thing, but having a clerk who didn't see the situation and cheated the boss was something the younger sister couldn't tolerate. She had to deal with the bastard who caused trouble for the merchant house and her father, which was a huge problem.

The one who truly stepped forward to handle the situation was the elder sister, Fu Jing. If Fu Ying handled it, good things would turn bad.

"Mr. Du, this is our fault at Dachang. I apologize to you." Fu Jing bowed.

"Don't... What's the use of an apology? What do we need the police for?" Du Qian didn't buy it. He wanted money. If you like apologizing, I can apologize to you every day. Who will pay the money?

"Mr. Du, rest assured, our apology is very sincere. Can I borrow your identity card for a moment?" Fu Jing said, extending her white, tender hand.

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