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Chapter 599 Is This Melon Ripe?

"Shihan, did you hear that? Our school's artificial lake was poisoned, and the fish all rolled their eyes." Cao Ning reminded.

"I heard it, so what? You want me to invest in a batch of fish fry?"

Xia Shihan was not interested. She grabbed the pancake fruit in Cao Ning's hand and took a small bite.

"Well, it tastes pretty good. No wonder you like it."

"Um...yeah, I think it's delicious too! But that fish..."

"What's wrong with the fish? If the old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come in, wouldn't it be a good idea to propose to the school to replace them with some koi that have ornamental value?"

"Koi...hehe, you are right!"

Cao Ning saw Xia Shihan's indifferent look, so she didn't ask again.

Anyway, even if the fish is not poisoned, I won't catch it for him to eat for free, so why worry about it?

If I have this free time, I might as well find an opportunity to chat with Xia Shihan about dirty jokes.

However, Cao Ning, who had just returned to the apartment, before he could open his mouth, the two free-range ghost kings under his command came over.

"Hey, let me tell you, did you two come here because of each other? Didn't you see that I was busy?" Cao Ning said resentfully.

"Ah...this..."

Lu Hongying noticed Xia Shihan next to her who was wearing a cool summer dress and was lying on the sofa watching the live broadcast. She immediately realized that she had come at the wrong time.

"I'm sorry, Master, we, we don't want to disturb you.

It’s really because things happened so suddenly that we don’t know what to do.” Lu Hongying said aggrievedly.

Seeing how wronged the two sisters were, Cao Ning couldn't bear to blame them.

"Forget it, forget it! Tell me, what happened, so that you two can come to me together?

Could it be that there are some demons and ghosts appearing on my territory again?" Cao Ning asked.

Since Lu Hongying and Song Huiyan were taken under their command, the ferryman tasks in the entire Greater Bay Area have basically been handed over to them.

And Cao Ning also felt at ease and became the hands-off shopkeeper.

"Hey, Master, do you know everything?"

Song Huiyan raised her head and looked at Cao Ning excitedly: "Master, you are so powerful, you can predict the future."

"Holy crap, it's true!"

The corners of Cao Ning's mouth twitched.

I am really afraid of what will happen!

He really wanted to give himself a big mouth: "If you have a crow's mouth, you will be dumbfounded now!"

Song Huiyan quickly explained: "It's such a master. We have found that there have been many foreign forces in the jurisdiction recently, and their strength is generally not low.

Among them, the most difficult one is a fat black man.

This guy is extremely strong, so Hongying and I can barely compete with him.

Hongying and I both feel that these people are here with bad intentions, so we came here to report to the master."

"Still a fat black man?

Damn it, why do some people always have trouble with me?

Can't they go to Zhao Li's territory for two days to toss it?

Is it interesting to just catch me and cause trouble to others?

What evil have I done!"

Cao Ning is inexplicably angry!

There was Leng Yu, Taotie and his like before, and now there is a fat black man here. Do you really regard this place as a scrap collection station?

Cao Ning was so angry that he didn't even bother to change his shoes, so he walked out wearing slippers.

"Come on, come with me. I want to see which bastard dares to cause trouble on my territory."

...

After leaving the door, Cao Ning ran upstairs in her slippers, grabbed the three Tiehanhan's big pants and went down.

We are all good brothers in the same dormitory. There is no reason why brothers should not help when they are in trouble.

So amidst painful wails, Cao Ning forcibly dragged the three Hanhan into the car.

On the way out, Cao Ning kept giving the Hanhans blood injections.

"You must believe in Brother Ning, cherish life and stay away from women.

Besides, whenever did Brother Ning trick you, I did it for your own good.

Okay, okay, everyone, stop looking so droopy and be happy, we are going to get rid of harm for the people this time.

When you get down there in the future, it will be considered a meritorious service."

"..."

But these words were not attractive at all to the three idiots, after all, their ears were already calloused.

Zhao Hai smiled bitterly and explained: "Okay, Brother Ning, if you want to catch a strong man, just say so. We brothers are used to it, so you don't need to find excuses."

"That's right, Brother Ning, just tell me who wrote a love letter to my sister-in-law again. Do you need to use a sack this time?"

Forget it, let’s just sink into the river and settle down once and for all.” Liu Hao suggested.

Sun Liang nodded: "I think it's okay. When the time comes, I'll let the grandson's ghost review Brother Ning. I'll see who dares to take advantage of the wall next time."

Cao Ning couldn't listen anymore, so he retorted: "What are you talking about? Am I the kind of person with a small belly and chicken intestines?"

"You really are!"

The fools nodded in agreement.

"..."

Cao Ning was instantly speechless!

I'm sorry that my character has been ruined like this!

.......

Residential alley in the old district, No. 168, Fuqian Road

As the oldest residential community in the Greater Bay Area, residents here were basically vacated a few years ago before housing prices rose.

The people living here now are either old people in their sixties or migrant workers.

Whenever night falls, the lanes of the community that are deserted during the day will become very lively.

There are vendors setting up stalls everywhere, selling all kinds of weird and weird products.

"Hey, hey, melons are on sale, melons are on sale, freshly picked big watermelons, would you like one, little sister?

Brother’s big watermelon is guaranteed to be big, sweet, and full of water~”

Next to the low fence, a few young people from society were pushing a cart of watermelons and selling them on the roadside.

Seeing their unkind looks, few pedestrians passing by dared to get close to them.

However, there are exceptions to everything. Three men, who also had toothpicks in their mouths and didn't look like they were good at anything, came forward.

A fat, dark man wearing flowery pants patted the watermelon with green leaves hanging on the cart.

"Brother, how much does this melon cost per pound?"

"Two hundred yuan a pound!"

The young man who was busy trying to hook up with the little girl didn't even look back.

"Holy shit, is this melon rind made of gold, or are the melon particles made of gold?" the man asked in surprise.

When the young man heard this, he turned around, looked at the man, and explained: "I got this all from special channels, and it's gold.

If you think it's expensive, don't buy it, don't delay my business."

"Haha, really?"

The man picked up a watermelon and patted it, asking, "Does this melon stay ripe?"

"..."

When the young man heard this, he was inexplicably irritated, and a classic episode from the TV series immediately came to his mind.

He yelled angrily: "Are you going to buy it? If you don't buy it, get out of here and don't waste time on my business here."

"I ask you, will this melon stay ripe?"

The man repeated it again with a sullen face.

The young man realized something was wrong, and at this time the other two young men sitting idle in the back also stood up.

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble? Do you want to buy it or not?" the young man said warily.

The man smiled and patted the watermelon: "If you keep it cooked, I will definitely take it!"

"Damn, you really think of yourself as Liu Huaqiang, don't you?"

The young man suddenly lost his temper and immediately called to the other two people behind him: "Brothers, get on him!"

"Hey, why are you so anxious?

Well, you guys don’t talk about martial ethics first, so you can’t blame us.”

Zhao Hai smiled, spread his hands, and suddenly pulled out a wicker stick from his arms.

"Brothers, collect the garbage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man selling melons was slapped on the forehead with a wicker stick before he could react.

The next second, the yelling young man immediately became a few inches shorter.

"Brothers, run, they, they have wickers in their hands!


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