After all, Pan Jinlian's cute little appearance has penetrated into Ximen Qing's bones.
He was unwilling to give up any chance to get Pan Jinlian.
"Wang Ganniang, how did that happen?"
Before Ximen Qing could finish speaking, he was immediately interrupted by Mrs. Wang.
"It's a mess!"
"It's all my fault, that idiot Wu Dalang!"
Then, Mrs. Wang changed the subject, narrowed her eyes into a straight line, and stared straight ahead.
"But senior official, you don't have to worry too much. If this strategy fails, there is another more clever strategy."
"That idiot Wu Dalang, the reason why he spoke so harshly today is simply because his biscuit shop has been booming recently."
"Think about it, if their family were to have their income cut off within a few days."
"Tell me, what kind of toughness will Wu Dalang use?"
Ximen Qing's eyes widened immediately after hearing this.
Then, he hurriedly asked: "Godmother, what do you mean?"
At this time, Mrs. Wang did not answer Ximen Qing's words, but continued to ask: "I heard that your senior official, Ximen, is inextricably connected with various restaurants and shops in this county, right?"
After Ximen Qing heard this, he nodded repeatedly.
"That's natural!"
"Although I have not been too involved in the food industry, I still have deep connections in this area."
"As long as I say it, no one will disapprove of me!"
Wang Po, whose face was full of gloom, nodded slightly at this moment.
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Then please, sir, say hello to your friends early tomorrow morning."
"Let them never have any business dealings with Wu Zhi's cake shop from now on."
"At the same time, contact your local forces and strictly prohibit Wu Zhi from selling cooking cakes in Yanggu County."
After Ximen Qing heard Wang Po's plan, his eyes suddenly shone.
All of a sudden, he realized the ruthlessness of this plan.
I couldn't help but cheer loudly with excitement on my face.
"Okay, okay, Godmother, what a great plan!"
"As long as their family's income is cut off, how can their family survive?"
"When the time comes, won't we be able to pinch and step on that piece of shit as much as we want?"
"When that bastard begs me to spare their family and give them a way out, hehehe..."
"Can that delicious little girl escape from my grasp?"
At this moment, Ximen Qing seemed to have seen Wu Zhi, who was kneeling in front of him with a sad face, begging for mercy.
He immediately laughed excitedly.
Early the next morning, when Wu Zhi picked up the finished scallion tendon pancakes and went to various restaurants to deliver them, he received a unanimous reply.
The quality of the pasta made by your Wu's Shaobing is so poor that we can no longer continue to cooperate with you. Please find another way.
When Wu Zhi heard this, how could he not guess the meaning behind it?
So he didn't bother with the people in the restaurant, and just carried the burden and prepared to go to the streets to sell.
However, whenever someone wanted to come over and buy Wu Zhi Scallion Tendon Pancakes and Hand Pancakes, two gangsters would rush out from the side and drive away the people buying the pancakes.
Wu Zhi was extremely angry and just wanted to go up and teach him a lesson, but the two rogues ran away quickly.
After all this hard work, the direct result was that Wu Zhi didn't even sell a single cake for his load of pasta.
I have to say that this strategy is indeed sound and ruthless.
It also gave Wu Zhi a headache.
In desperation, I had no choice but to go home first.
At this time, Ximen Qingzheng and Wang Po were hiding in a corner of Wang Po's teahouse and looking out.
When the two of them saw Wu Zhi rushing home angrily, their smiles were so bright, not to mention how bright they were.
"Wang Ganniang, your plan is really brilliant. I have found the right person in you!"
"I believe it won't be long before Wu Dalang will obediently beg me for mercy, and then offer his charming wife to my bed. When the time comes, hehehehe..."
Wu Zhijia.
Faced with this dilemma, Wu Zhi couldn't think of a better way for a while.
But what if you carry a load and go to a neighboring county to sell cakes?
As soon as this thought arose, Wu Zhi suppressed it forcefully.
You know, several nearby counties are really not close to here.
What if after he left home, Wang Po and Ximen Qing came up with some evil plans to plot Pan Jinlian?
With Pan Jinlian's kind and simple nature, there is no way she is a match for the two of them.
But if he needs someone to help him sell it, who can he turn to?
His brother Wu Song, the tiger-fighting hero, is still hiding somewhere.
And in this era, there are no mobile phones, how can we contact him?
And he doesn't have many friends here yet. When he encounters difficulties at this time, he really doesn't even have anyone to help him.
Just when Wu Zhi was extremely upset, there was a knock on the door outside his house.
Wu Zhi opened the door and saw that it was his little brother Yun Ge.
Brother Yun was also a cheerful person. He didn't greet him after entering the house, and immediately told him the purpose of his visit.
"Dalang, I heard that you were targeted by Ximen officials, right?"
"He won't let you sell even one piece of cake. He wants to cut off your livelihood."
When Wu Zhi heard him talking about this, he couldn't help but frown even deeper.
Just now, when he was on his way home, he even thought about picking up his cane stick and beating Ximen Qing and Wang Po to death together.
At worst, he will take Pan Jinlian and run away to Liangshan.
But after calming down, Wu Zhi knew that he could never do this now!
He, Wu Zhi, now has neither money nor connections, and only knows some three-legged cat kung fu.
Even if he goes to Liangshan, how will those people treat him?
Treat him as a life and death brother?
Most likely it's impossible.
What's more, he still has to stay here and wait for his compatriot brother Wu Song.
So, I suppressed this thought forcefully.
Brother Yun looked at Wu Zhi, who kept lowering his head and sighing without speaking, knowing that he was also very annoyed by this matter.
So, I took the initiative to express my thoughts.
"Da Lang, how about this? I'll help you sell cooking cakes.
what do you think?"
"I once knew a group of young brothers. They were all from other counties."
"Although we don't keep in touch with each other much, our relationship with me is still good."
"If I mobilize them to help you sell the cooking cakes to nearby counties, I think it will probably work."
"But Dalang, you also know the situation in my family."
"I came here this time not only to help you, but also to make some money through this channel. After all, my family's life is not good."
"But I don't want much. I only need a penny to sell a piece of cake."