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The henchmen behind were stunned; they had never seen such a scene before. They had only come to make up the numbers, to bolster their presence and intimidate others. When it came to actually fighting, they were at a loss. The moment their leader fell to the ground, they didn't know what to do. Logically, they should have all rushed to beat up Jiang Chen. However, they clearly knew that they were no match for him.
Fortunately, the leader realized he was up against someone formidable, so he didn't let the henchmen take the beating. Instead, he called for everyone to help him up and quickly pick up the money before fleeing. Hearing their leader's command, the group complied without hesitation. They hurriedly helped him up and gathered the money from the ground before running away.
At that moment, a middle-aged man across from them quickly tried to ingratiate himself with Jiang Chen, saying, "Young man, great skills! Were you in the military?"
Jiang Chen smiled but did not respond. He didn't want to showcase his abilities in such a situation; he had acted out of necessity earlier. Now, everyone in the carriage would be paying attention to him.
Indeed, there was someone in the carriage who was particularly focused on him.
After a brief interlude, the carriage gradually quieted down again. The passengers began to lean on their tables or recline in their seats to sleep.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the train arrived punctually at Shihu Railway Station.
As he exited the station, a voice suddenly called out beside Jiang Chen: "Fellow townsman, let's get acquainted!"
He turned to see a young man about his age.
"Are you calling me fellow townsman?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Yes! You see, I'm speaking in Nangang dialect too; of course I’m calling you!"
"Oh, that makes sense," Jiang Chen replied. Since they were both from Nangang, it was indeed appropriate to consider each other fellow townsmen. Although Jiang Chen was born in Qingcheng, he had spent many years in Nangang and spoke with a Nangang accent.
"How did you know I was from Nangang?"
"I got on at Nangang Railway Station as well, just behind you. We were in the same carriage, so I naturally paid a bit of attention to you. When I saw you drive off those guys asking for 'tea money,' I thought your skills were impressive and wanted to get to know you."
"Oh, great! Fellow townsman, what brings you to Shihu City?"
"I'm here to stay with my aunt!"
The young man introduced himself: "My name is Wu Ming; I'm 18 years old. I don't like studying and have no hope of going to college, so I dropped out of school early. My aunt is married here in Shihu City and runs a company; I'm coming over to help her out."
Jiang Chen couldn't tell him everything; he also didn't enjoy studying and left school before graduating high school. Now he worked as a salesman at a company and came to Shihu for market exploration.
Wu Ming exchanged contact information with Jiang Chen before they parted ways.
Wu Ming's aunt had sent a car to pick him up while Jiang Chen prepared to take a taxi to find his comrade Li Huailong.
Suddenly feeling an urgent need to relieve himself, Jiang Chen spotted a public restroom not far away and went inside.
After finishing up and stepping out, Jiang Chen got ready to catch a taxi.
"Stop, pay up!"
Jiang Chen turned around to see an old man standing next to the restroom, someone he hadn't noticed before.
"Did you call me, sir? What do I need to pay for?" Jiang Chen asked, puzzled.
"Yes, you used the restroom; don't you have to pay?"
What? There's a fee for using the restroom?
"How much?" Fine, I'll just pay it; consider it a donation to a beggar.
The old man held up one finger.
Jiang Chen took out his wallet and finally found a one-yuan bill among the many hundred-yuan notes, handing it to the old man.
The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Chen pull out his wallet. But when he received the one yuan, he shook his head.
"One yuan isn't enough; using the restroom costs 100 yuan!"
What? 100 yuan? Does it really cost 100 yuan just to pee? Jiang Chen couldn't believe his ears. With 100 yuan, he could rent a small hotel room.
"Then you can forget about this one yuan! I won't give you a single cent!" Jiang Chen concluded that the old man was just trying to rob him. Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong target this time!
After saying that, Jiang Chen turned to leave. The old man grabbed him.
"Young man, let me tell you! If you don't pay up, I'll call someone, and then you'll regret it!"
"Call someone? Go ahead! Why would I regret anything?"
"Help! Someone come!" The old man shouted.
Sure enough, two security guards rushed over.
"Stop him; he has a lot of money on him!" the old man yelled at the two guards in the local dialect of Shihu.
Damn, they really are after my money! The local dialect is usually incomprehensible to outsiders, but Jiang Chen understood!
Without hesitation, the two guards approached and tried to pin Jiang Chen down, likely intending for the old man to search his wallet afterward!
However, before they could get close to Jiang Chen, for some reason, both guards suddenly fell to the ground and tumbled several meters away.
"Ouch!" The two guards didn't fall hard this time but ended up with several broken ribs each.
The old man was dumbfounded! What just happened? This guy seemed not to have even moved! Now he was casually walking toward the taxi area.
Jiang Chen got into a taxi but suddenly changed his mind and decided to visit the clothing market first. Upon arriving at the clothing market, he found that it was indeed bustling with shops and a dazzling array of clothing.
Jiang Chen wasn't there to buy clothes, so he paid more attention to the styles and observed the customers' purchasing desires. In one store selling suits, the owner, an elderly woman, saw Jiang Chen and greeted him warmly, insisting that he come in to take a look at the suits.
"Just looking!" Jiang Chen thought as he entered the store. The suits were nice, but after looking around, he wanted to leave; he wasn't there to buy clothes.
"Why not buy such a good suit?" The elderly woman surprisingly grabbed Jiang Chen and wouldn't let him go.
"Come on, I'm not buying clothes. Is she trying to force me to buy something?"
"It's nice, but a bit expensive!" Jiang Chen casually made up an excuse, preparing to leave.
"Expensive? How much do you think it should be?" The elderly woman seemed unwilling to give up.
"10 yuan," Jiang Chen said, really not wanting to buy anything, thinking surely she wouldn't sell it for that price!
"Alright, 10 yuan it is!" The elderly woman actually agreed.
What? A suit this nice for just 10 yuan? Jiang Chen couldn't believe it! Even having seen cheap goods before, he had never seen anything this cheap! How would Dongsheng Clothing sell anything here in the future?
He had no choice but to believe it since the elderly woman had already shoved the suit into his hands. Reluctantly, he took out a 10 yuan bill and handed it to her.
The elderly woman took the money and immediately slapped Jiang Chen across the face.
If it were someone else, it would have been a heavy slap.
"Why are you hitting me?" Jiang Chen easily caught her hand.
"You stole my clothes! How can I not hit you? You're a thief! Someone come, catch this thief!" the elderly woman shouted.
"A thief? Didn't I just buy this suit?" Jiang Chen was furious.
"Bought it? What did you use to pay for it?" The elderly woman sneered.
"I just gave you 10 yuan!"
"10 yuan? Which 10 yuan has your name on it? Who would believe that you could buy such a good suit for 10 yuan?"
Indeed, who could believe that such a good suit could be bought for 10 yuan? Even Jiang Chen didn't believe it himself. He realized he had been tricked!
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