Under the scorching sun, a dark-skinned vendor stands behind a small platform suspended from the ground. The height of this small platform is the same as that of other vendors around it, about one meter above the ground. He is soliciting business.
At the same time, he was still looking around to observe something. Of course he was not paying attention to whether the urban management was coming, he was waiting for the big shots to appear.
Obviously, this vendor was me. The props he was selling in front of me were veritable competition souvenirs. Tina specially prepared them for me, and the price was reasonable, at least not more expensive than those sold by the vendors around me.
I have been standing here for more than an hour, and I haven't made a single business. The vendors around me are opening one after another, which makes me feel itchy. Although the purpose of my coming here is not to do these small businesses.
Yes, but seeing others making money in full swing, I really feel that I am not worthy of the title of "hawker".
I was lowering my head to sort out various gadgets on the table, and a man stood in front of my table. I quickly raised my head and greeted with a smile on my face: "What do you want to pick? I have all official souvenirs here."
, and the price is fair.”
The man in front of me, whose face was covered with stubble, was glaring at me with a dark face and scolded: "Young man, where are you from? I don't even know where you are from. Is this where you set up your stall?"
Oops, this is looking for trouble. Why, are you trying to overturn my stall? I looked around and said, "When I came here, this place was empty, so I put it here."
I haven’t seen any signs prohibiting stalls or people from occupying them.”
I'm telling the truth, because I arrived a little late, there was only one spot left, and I thought the spot was pretty good.
I also asked the vendors next to me if I could set up a stall here, but no one answered me, so I just put it down first. At that time, I was still thinking, today’s idea is really good. Although I came late, I got a good spot.
Location.
"What, no one? Which eye did you see?" The man continued to shout at the top of his lungs.
The vendors around me obviously knew this guy. They all looked at me silently, with a trace of sympathy in their eyes. It seemed that they were a little afraid of the guy in front of them.
My anger suddenly rose, and I said to him equally loudly: "I saw it with both eyes, and I also asked, and there is indeed no one here."
"Who did you ask? Who told you that there is no one here." The man in front of him said loudly while looking at the vendors around him. Wherever his eyes passed, no one dared to look at him.
Directly opposite.
He nodded with satisfaction, his face filled with pride of victory, and then turned to me and continued: "Look, no one says that."
"But no one said this place was occupied?" I asked.
He laughed loudly when he heard what I said, and then said to me: "Look at the ground." He pointed to the ground under my feet.
I glanced down and saw nothing special, so I said to him, "What? There's nothing."
He immediately became angry and yelled: "Move your foot away, I think you stepped on it deliberately."
I moved my feet back and took a closer look. Sure enough, there were white writings on the ground. I really didn't notice that there were other writings on the ground, but the words written on the ground were "someone".
When I saw these words, I burst into laughter. It was so funny. There really was "someone". This was okay!
I raised my head and looked at him and said, "Did you write this word?"
He nodded, with a look of solid evidence on his face, and said: "So this position belongs to me, hurry up and make room for me, do you hear me?"
"Oh, if I see a house on the street and I write the word 'someone' on it, the house will be mine. Is this okay? Isn't this the logic of a gangster? Besides, this is a public place.
, anyone can use it, why did you write two words, this position is yours. Whoever comes first, first served, it is a matter of course. Besides, who can prove that you wrote this word? I also said that this word is
I wrote it myself." I said to him angrily.
"Oh, no one dares to challenge me on this street, you are the first one!" He said while rolling up his sleeves, it seemed that he was planning to use force.
Of course, I was not to be outdone. I raised my head and stared at him to see what he wanted. He was completely irritated by my actions. He stretched out his hands and grabbed my table and threw it to the ground next to me.
Go. The objects on the table were scattered all over the floor, and the suspension device of the table was also damaged. The table fell to the ground with a clang, and a corner of the table was knocked off.
Alas, I couldn't help but sigh and thought: It's really unlucky. This happened to me on the first day when I left the stall. The stall was demolished. It was small, but how could I complete the task? Hello, I'm still waiting eagerly over there.
I have my admission ticket.
The person who set up my stall saw that I was silent and thought I was frightened. He said proudly: "Get out of here quickly, don't delay my business, and don't force me to beat you again."
I raised my head and looked into his eyes, and said to him in a calm voice: "Can you beat me? You can't, you can't, you definitely can't."
The man was stunned, his eyes were staring straight at me, and he couldn't move away anymore. He also murmured: "I can't, I can't beat you, I definitely can't beat you." After that,
, looked straight at me, the domineering look in his eyes was completely gone.
The vendor next to me looked at this scene with horrified eyes. He was obviously frightened and looked at me like a monster. He was probably thinking: This new kid is not a wizard or something.
It’s not surprising that something like this happened. I just used the hypnosis technique I learned in Susan’s clinic. Of course, I also used some magnetizing frequency fields, so it shouldn’t attract attention.
Although this is a sub-realm, like in the New Territories, most people are just ordinary people. The streets of the sub-realm are not filled with brokers from the Three Realms like us. Therefore, to deal with these ordinary people, you don’t need to use too many weapons.
Frequency field energy.
I looked into his eyes and continued: "My stall was destroyed by you, so let's set up a stall together. You and I will set up a stall together."
He also continued to look into my eyes and said, "I've knocked down your stall, so we'll set up a stall together. I'll set up a stall with you." After that, he bent down and picked up the items scattered on the ground.
My son picked them up one by one, put them on the table he brought, placed my goods with his, and stood behind the table with me.
The vendors around me were all frightened when they saw the dramatic scene in front of them, and they started talking among themselves. A few of the brave ones even looked at me secretly. But when they met my eyes, they all seemed to be attracted by it.
As if stung by a wasp, he hurriedly looked away, not daring to peek over again.
I laughed secretly in my heart. This was the first time I used hypnosis and magnetizing frequency fields on ordinary people, and it really worked. When I was in the New Territories, Mr. Qin warned me not to use magnetizing frequency fields on ordinary people, but he didn't tell me.
Why, I just warned me sternly that this is a rule and I must abide by it. However, I am a free man, so it should be okay to use it occasionally. Anyway, no one cares about me now, right. Moreover, now there are
With such an authentic hawker covering for me, my task should be easier to complete. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel proud.
At this time, a luxury motorcade came in the distance. There were small cars clearing the way in front, and the attention of the surrounding vendors was immediately attracted. These vendors began to select the more expensive goods on their respective stands and put them in small baskets.
Many people went to the motorcade to sell their goods.
Yes, this should be the VIP visiting convoy organized by the sub-world, and Sucha and Nong Lan should also be among them. It seems that I have to pack up quickly and go over to sell souvenirs.