It’s so fucking bad luck. According to common sense, a guy who looks like a leader should come out and hold him back! Fan Wubing and Boss Wang went out, but they didn’t see each other showing signs of surrender, so they couldn’t help but feel a little depressed.
"Damn! I've made me angry. Now I'll go to court to sue them!"
Fan Wubing was bored and felt a little angry that he was jealous of being brave enough to go to court to sue the bank now. He had never considered it. It was still a bit unfair to say whether he would accept such a case. Maybe he would be kicked out as soon as he went there. It was indeed a bit inappropriate to use his thinking from thirty years later to do what he had done thirty years ago.
"You really want to go? I thought you were just talking-" Boss Wang looked at Fan Wubing with anger on his face and asked carefully. He was very awe of this little boss. This may be the legendary turtle's aura effect.
"Of course I have to go, do you think I'm joking!" Fan Wubing glanced at Boss Wang and asked with some dissatisfaction, "By the way, do you have money on you?"
"Yes, but not much, it looks like a hundred dollars." Boss Wang flipped his pockets and took out all the money.
"Enough." Fan Wubing took a look, nodded, and led Boss Wang to the melon stall on the side of the road.
Boss Gua was already playing chess with someone else at this time. When he saw Fan Wubing and Boss Wang come back, he asked with a smile, "Is the matter done?"
Fan Wubing smiled and did not answer, but pointed to a piece of white cloth covering the sun on the melon stall and asked, "Boss, how about selling this white cloth to me? Twenty dollars!"
"What's the use of you want this thing? Besides, it won't cost twenty yuan to buy a new one!" Boss Gua was shocked. He saw that Boss Wang had already taken out the two Datuanjie and stuffed them into his hands.
There are all kinds of cloth for sale in the department store across the street, but you still need to buy this thing. Of course, Fan Wubing doesn't have this thing in his hand, and he doesn't need to waste such new things, so he said to the boss Gua, "I'll just use your old one. Since you said there is still left, how about borrowing these bamboo poles for me?"
The boss of the melon turned his eyes and thought to himself that this person was more bounty than my melon stall. I got it! Since you like it, I can use it, and my tattered canvas has been used for a while. Since someone has exchanged it for a new one, what else would I not be happy about? So he took the money openly and helped Fan Wubing and Boss Wang remove the white cloth, and rolled a few bamboo poles together.
"Thank you--" When Fan Wubing left, he didn't forget to say thank you to others, which made Boss Gua feel a little embarrassed. It was obvious that he had benefited from this matter. On the contrary, the child said thank you, and he really didn't know what to say.
Boss Wang carried a white cloth and a bamboo pole, followed Fan Wubing forward, walked to the department store and stopped. He watched Fan Wubing walk to the front of the counter, took out a bill, pointed to the shoe polish inside the counter and said, "Please, come two tubes of shoe polish and get a brush."
The salesperson thought that the two people were a little strange, but they took out the money and couldn't stop selling it, so they went out with their shoe polish and brushes, and wrapped it in newspapers for him to find change.
Fan Wubing led Boss Wang back to the bank gate, spread the white cloth on the ground, dipped it in shoe polish and brushed it on the white cloth. After a while, the white canvas was covered with thick black handwriting.
"The unscrupulous bank is ignorant of my money, and it is so terrible that I can't write. I feel wronged and no one cares about all kinds of grievances. I'm dying in front of you today!"
When Boss Wang saw the title that was being ripped up, he felt a little sweaty. He thought to himself that Mr. Fan was used to being a title party. He would pull up the banner first wherever he went. If there was such a branch at the bank entrance, it would probably be the whole street that would have come and watch the fun, not to mention that there were so many people in and out of the bank.
The two of them used bamboo poles to lift the white cloth at the entrance of the bank and tugged it on the ground. Then, one of them tore a strip of white cloth around their foreheads and sat directly on the ground, just like a hunger strike.
When a group of people on the melon stall saw the excitement here, they immediately ran over and pointed at the two of them. The melon boss also came over to watch the excitement. By the way, he brought two watermelons over and smashed them open, sending a piece to Fan Wubing and Boss Wang, and a lot of people who watched the excitement dispersed.
"I have been setting up a melon stall at the bank for so many years. You are the first one who dares to challenge the bank directly! Not bad, a man, a man!" The melon boss was also a guy who was afraid of the world's chaos, shouting with his thumbs up.
The people in the bank naturally noticed it. First, the old black-headed guy was looking at the gate. When he saw someone making trouble here, he ran over and took a closer look. He found that it was the big and small one he had spoken to him at noon. He did not dissuade him, but instead encouraged him happily, "This is a good thing, and someone should make a fuss." Then he ran back to the doorman with a thrill.
In fact, after such a riot, some people in the bank had already gone to the director Mei Tianliang to report the news. However, Director Mei was in a hurry and didn't have time to come back. He just sent someone to report the case to the police station, saying that there was a small group of people with ulterior motives at the bank gate, who mobilized the people who didn't know the truth to gather together for trouble, hoping that the leaders of the municipal bureau would send elite soldiers and generals to help solve the problem.
Therefore, after a while, I heard a sirens of "Wuwaer-Wuwaer-" from the street in the distance. Then I saw the motorcycles of the brigade flashing with the police lights and turning on. Dozens of police officers were fully armed and rushed over, surrounding the crowd here.
Some timid people dispersed when they saw that the police had come to intervene.
A police officer in the lead pulled apart the crowd, squeezed in, and shouted loudly, "What's the trouble?! Do you know that you are disrupting social security?! Our great situation of stability and unity is destroyed by you, the black sheep! Let me see first, who is the one who leads the trouble?!"
Chapter completed!