"You dare to hit me," the burly man with a short head, his eyes red, raised his fist and was about to hit the middle-aged woman.
"Why are you like this? How can you hit a woman?" A man who looked like an intellectual pushed the short-haired man away and scolded him righteously. Then he turned around and threw himself at Xianyan in the middle-aged woman's arms.
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"It's a murder, please help." The old lady couldn't help, so she could only keep shouting from the side: "Hurry up and call the police."
Everyone's eyes were red, as if they were going crazy. All the words they said finally converged into two words, iodized salt.
Ling Cang looked at it for a while and asked stupidly: "What's wrong with this?"
"I'm not sure..." Zhang Yiting shook her head helplessly: "I heard that the nuclear power plant in Japan leaked and polluted the sea water, so the salt in the future may contain radiation. Also, there is radiation in the salt.
Doesn’t it contain iodine? Eating more can protect you from radiation.”
"That's nonsense," Ling Cang smiled disdainfully: "There are many types of salt, and sea salt is just one of them. The largest sea salt producing areas in our country are in Tanggu, Tianjin and Daishan, Zhejiang; in addition, there is lake salt, the largest
It is produced in Qinghai; the pool salt reserves in the Qaidam Basin are more abundant; in addition, there is rock salt... In the past, when mentioning salt, it was associated with the sea. In fact, most of what we eat now is mine salt, because the tidal flats on the seaside are becoming more and more valuable and can
If you engage in tourism, engage in breeding if you can, engage in breeding. Salt drying requires a lot of space and the profit is small. Therefore, even if the sea salt production area is closer to Japan, these inland salt production areas will not be affected. If it is really connected
These places are also polluted, so everyone can only prepare for the end of the world,"
Zhang Yiting asked curiously: "How come you know so clearly?"
"These are all common sense," Ling Cang shrugged and continued: "Also, although iodine is usually added to salt, the content is very low. To prevent radiation, you need to take real iodine preparations. The principle is to saturate the iodine in the body.
state, it no longer absorbs radioactive iodine from the outside. This means that iodine preparations only prevent radioactive iodine and have little effect on other radioactive substances."
"If these people knew this, they might not be looting like crazy,"
"You are wrong," Ling Cang smiled and shook his head: "The root cause of their crazy looting is not ignorance, but being incited by others."
"But why would anyone instigate it?"
"Of course it's due to economic interests," Ling Cang looked at the crazy people and said thoughtfully: "If I'm not wrong, this is another hype. Our society just likes speculation. Look at the various posts on the Internet.
Aren’t all celebrities created by speculation? In fact, in the final analysis, they are all driven by economic interests. This time, the object of speculation is just salt instead of people.”
"You know so much," Zhang Yiting looked at Ling Cang with admiration and said, "You must have read a lot of books,"
"I can still build an atomic bomb, do you believe it?"
Zhang Yiting smiled and nodded: "Xin,"
"But it's just theoretical..." Ling Cang sighed in disappointment: "I haven't had the chance to practice it until now."
"What you said is really interesting." Looking at the chaotic crowd in the distance, Zhang Yiting suggested: "Everyone has gone to grab salt, and I don't have much business. How about treating you to dinner?"
Before Ling Cang could say anything, a truck stopped not far away, raising a burst of dust. Before the truck stopped, several people jumped down from it and opened the trunk panel: "There is salt here,"
This sentence was like throwing a bomb into the crowd, exploding a huge vortex, and then the vortex gathered and rushed towards the truck.
The crazy crowd overturned many tables and chairs in the food stalls. Zhang Yiting wanted to push them away, but to no avail. Ling Cang tried to help, but found that although he was already a third-level superpower, he was facing so many ordinary people at the same time. People were then beaten into ordinary people.
The salt seller was obviously well prepared. Seven or eight more trucks immediately arrived. More than 20 people got off and surrounded the truck. These people maintained order and forced everyone to line up. If anyone was disobedient, they He just threw a punch randomly.
These people had fierce expressions and a quaint air about them, and they used swear words when they opened their mouths. Although there were more than ten times more people grabbing salt than them, they still did not dare to compete with them. Those who were beaten did not say anything and behaved obediently. Stand in line.
After a while, someone complained: "What, a box of salt sells for 600, are you robbing money?"
"That's the price." The salt seller rolled his eyes and said coaxingly, "You don't want to buy it if you want to."
Those who were buying salt together yelled, "If you don't want to buy it, leave quickly. Don't take up space here. It's crowded."
The man looked around and then turned his attention to the boxes of iodized salt: "Okay, I'll buy it..."
Ling Cang looked at it for a while and recognized it immediately: "Aren't they... from the Sichuan Gang?"
"Exactly," Hong Xue's voice came over. The gangster daughter sat aside and said happily: "Now only the Sichuan gang has iodized salt."
When Ling Cang heard this, he understood that this time the salt grab incident was really promoted by someone. Hong Xue took the Sichuan gang out before, maybe just for this matter. They had all the guys in their hands at the time, and they were obviously half-buying and half-buying. He robbed and used bullying methods to get all the salt in the nearby areas into his own hands.
Hong Xue's eyes were shining brightly at this moment, and she would swallow a mouthful of saliva from time to time. In her eyes, the people grabbing the salt were just bundles of moving banknotes.
But not long after Hong Xue was proud, someone shouted loudly: "The police are here,"
Hong Xue immediately glanced at one of his subordinates, who understood and shouted: "Evacuate," the Sichuan gang hurriedly closed the truck's box board, and drove away regardless of the fact that there were still many people who had not bought, leaving a trail of exhaust gas. Already.
"Why are you running," Ling Cang said sarcastically with a sneer: "It's not illegal to sell salt, so why should you be afraid of the police?"
"What do you know?" Hong Xue threw a hygienic eyeball at Ling Cang: "This time the salt grab was very widespread, covering all provinces in the country. I got the news in advance, so I started to hoard it. But after this incident It will definitely be investigated, I don’t want to leave any clues,"
"You are really wise,"
After the police arrived, they evacuated the crowd and brought many leaflets, which were distributed everywhere. You could tell without looking at them that the leaflets must be to refute the rumors. After about half an hour, the crowd finally dispersed, and the police followed. left.
Just as the police car drove away, several Foton pickup trucks with police lights drove over. Although there were no police logos on them, they looked more majestic than police cars.
"Oh my God, it's the urban management. Why are they here?" Zhang Yiting was startled and looked at the food stalls at a loss: "What...what should I do?"
Just as Zhang Yiting was talking, other small vendors around him had packed up their things and shot into the alley next to them like lightning, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Some of these vendors set up stalls selling clothes and CDs, and some grilled mutton skewers. The former was As soon as the stall was rolled up, the latter carried the trough on his shoulders, showing a speed that even Ling Cang, a superpower, was impressed by.
The food stalls cover a large area. For several days, Zhang Yiting set them up and packed them up by herself. This process alone took more than two hours. Even with Ling Cang's help, it was impossible to put the food stalls in before the city management arrived. withdraw.
In the past, Zhang Yiting came here to help. She had never dealt with urban management personnel and had no idea what to do. Just as she was in a daze, Futian Xiaoka stopped and more than twenty urban management personnel in gray-green uniforms came down. The food stalls were surrounded by people.
"You are so brave," a fat-headed and arrogant-looking urban management officer came over and said, "We haven't been here for a few days, yet you dare to set up such a big stall."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Chengguan," Zhang Yiting apologized repeatedly: "I'll pack it up right away."
"Just clean it up," the city manager smiled coldly, his eyes scanning Zhang Yiting's face: "You think I don't know, we came, you cleaned up the stall, and when we left, you spread the stall again Come out and fight guerrilla warfare with us,"
"This..." Zhang Yiting admitted in embarrassment: "I can't help it. Our family... depends on this food stall for a living."
"Well, I've also heard that your family's life is quite difficult...but, after all, you have violated the city's appearance regulations, so we are now going to seize your illegally occupied items,"
"How can this be done?"
"We are enforcing the law normally, why can't we do it?" the urban management leader suddenly smiled ambiguously, and then said: "But you can go back to the office with us to receive criticism and education, then write a letter of guarantee and pay the fine, and then you can I took my things back,"
Accepting "critical education" is a trivial matter. The problem is that Zhang Yiting has no money to pay the fine, let alone the ability to get all these things back by herself.
Seeing that Zhang Yiting was a little embarrassed, the urban management chief waved his hand: "Load the car."
The urban management officials immediately took action and threw tables, chairs and benches onto Futian trucks. One urban management officer doused the stove with water and confiscated the pots and pans. This meant that the urban management officials had no right to arrest people, otherwise Zhang Yiting would have to be detained.
Zhang Yiting watched helplessly, but had no choice but to do anything. Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
Ling Cang sat there motionless and didn't speak. A city manager passed by and bumped him. Ling Cang lay down on the ground: "Help, the city manager beat me. It hurts me to death."
Hong Xue was texting there and didn't notice this scene. When she heard Ling Cang's shout, she suddenly stood up: "Who hit someone?"
The urban management officials were also very surprised: "Yes, who hit someone?"
"It's them," Ling Cang covered his stomach and pointed at the city management and shouted: "If I don't let them collect things, they will kick me.
"Fuck me," Hong Xue picked up a stool and slapped an urban management official, then kicked him again: "How dare you hit my follower?"
The urban management officer screamed and fell to the ground. The chief urban management officer became angry when he saw this: "What about your followers? I'm warning you, mind your own business and don't resist the law violently."
"I just resisted, what can you do," Hong Xue picked up another folding stool, put it on his shoulder and said aggressively, "Also, I said, I'm covering this stall, I'm in charge of your city management or something. , I will take a fucking detour from here when I go to this place,"
Urban management officers often deal with the lowest level of society and have seen all kinds of unruly people, so they have developed a tyrannical style. But this is the first time they have seen Hong Xue like this.
The urban management chief scratched his head and felt that Hong Xue looked like a high school student and was about the same age as his own daughter. How could she speak more arrogantly and unreasonably than him and strike so harshly? He helped the injured man up and shouted: "Give her to her." I'll catch him,"
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Zhang Yiting hurriedly stood in the middle to dissuade her: "Everyone, calm down, stop arguing, and talk about what you have to say."
Although the incident started because of Zhang Yiting, no one cares about Zhang Yiting now. When the urban management saw Hong Xue hurting his colleague, they had already suppressed their anger. After hearing the words of the leader, they immediately felt confident and swarmed up to arrest Hong. Catch the snow.
"What qualifications do you city managers have to arrest people?" Hong Xue sneered, picked up a folding stool and hit one city manager on the head, then lifted it up and swept it, and slapped another city manager on the face.
Ling Cang had seen Hong Xue's fighting prowess, and once wondered whether Hong Xue also had special powers. At this time, Hong Xue looked nothing like a little girl. Her strikes were precise and vicious, and her movements were so fast that a group of urban management officials could do nothing.
Although Hong Xue said that he wanted to cover up Zhang Yiting's partner, he didn't go to such a big fight. Ling Cang always felt that there was something wrong here, but Ling Cang didn't have time to think too much at this time and joined the battle group.
Ling Cang first kicked a city manager in the abdomen, and then shouted: "The city management is beating people," and then cut a city manager on the shoulder with his palm, and shouted again: "The city management is bullying the people."
In response to Ling Cang's commotion, many people who didn't know the truth came to watch. They forgot to grab salt for a moment and condemned the urban management in unison, but they just said it, and no one came to help or start a fight.
After all, the urban management officers had a large number of people. Although they could not catch Ling Cang for a while, they quickly surrounded Hong Xue. With more than a dozen hands pulling on his clothes, they were about to drag Hong Xue to Futian Xiaoka.
At the same time, forty or fifty people rushed out of the campus, carrying bats and steel pipes in their hands, and smashed at the urban management without thinking. Hong Xue was not fighting alone. In the past two days, , the Sichuan Gang has been following around.
The urban management officials did not expect that another group of students who looked like wolves and tigers came out. They were immediately in chaos and were scattered. The Sichuan Gang protected Hong Xue while they began to chase the urban management officials one by one. The urban management officials were unarmed and were no match for the Sichuan Gang. Soon they were all thrown to the ground, and there was a loud wailing sound.
The urban management chief took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed 110 with trembling hands: "Hello...comrade police, I want to call the police..."
"The police are coming," Hong Xue took a few deep breaths and then ordered: "Get out,"
Ling Cang took Hong Xue's arm: "You can't leave,"
"You are stupid," Hong Xue glared, "If I don't leave, I will wait for the police to come and arrest me."