【0001】Optical shop

"Uncle, can you see if my pair of glasses can still be repaired?" Chu Feng stood outside Lao Yuan's glasses repair shop and asked the busy old man.i^

The old man was introducing glasses to three young men. When he heard this, he immediately raised his head and looked at Chu Feng. The young man in front of him was pushing an old bicycle, standing at the door with a bruised nose and a swollen face, holding a dilapidated pair of glasses in his right hand.

glasses.

The uncle first asked the three young men in the store to choose for themselves, and then greeted Chu Feng: "Come over and show it to me."

"Yeah!" Chu Feng nodded, parked his bicycle and walked into the store.

The uncle took Chu Feng's glasses and looked at them carefully for a while, frowned and said: "Young man, your glasses are very damaged! Look, the frames are broken and the lenses are worn."

"Can it still be repaired?" Chu Feng was a little anxious. The conditions at home were not good to begin with. It would cost at least three to four hundred yuan to get new glasses. This money was almost his living expenses for two months.

"It's very difficult to repair this pair of glasses." The uncle glanced at Chu Feng: "Young man, are you very attached to this pair of glasses? Why don't you get a new pair?"

"I..." Chu Feng lowered his head with a guilty conscience: "I have no money and can't afford new glasses."

"That's it!" The uncle smiled slightly: "Then I will try my best to repair it for you, but I can't guarantee that it can be repaired."

"Hey old man, are you still in business?" At this time, one of the three guys with yellow hair who was choosing glasses scolded arrogantly: "Do you understand the rules of doing business? We were here first.

Did you know?"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's here.%&*";" The uncle chuckled, motioned Chu Feng to wait for a while, and smiled at the three guys: "Have you picked out your glasses? I don't know what you have chosen.

One pair?"

"Well, this is the one." The yellow-haired man pointed at a pair of yellow-rimmed sunglasses in the glass cabinet unhappily: "How much do these glasses cost?"

"Hey, these are awesome sunglasses, they cost at least 400 yuan." The uncle chuckled and said, "Do you think you should choose another pair? Most people actually don't need to buy such expensive sunglasses."

"What's going on? Do you think I have no money?" Huang Mao raised his eyes: "Take it out for me, this is the only one I like."

Seeing that Huang Mao kept calling himself "I", the uncle couldn't help but frown. But there was nothing he could do about business, so he took out his glasses even though he was reluctant.

Huang Mao put on the glasses and tried them on and felt very satisfied. Then he arrogantly threw a hundred dollars on the counter: "Here you go, one hundred dollars. I'll take these glasses."

"That's not okay, little brother, you're going to let me lose a hundred yuan to death." The uncle couldn't help but become anxious: "I say with conscience that these glasses didn't earn you a penny, how can you bully me, an old man?

"

"Damn it, I gave you a hundred yuan just to show my respect for you, but you still think it's too little?" Huang Mao glared at the old man fiercely: "I'm warning you to stop nagging, otherwise I will destroy your store.

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"Little brother, it's wrong for you to talk like this. You don't force yourself to buy things, right?" The uncle said with a pleading look on his face: "Otherwise, please return this pair of glasses to me, and I'll give you another cheaper pair.

How about your sunglasses?”

"Fuck you, you're not done yet, are you?" Huang Mao yelled and suddenly kicked out, immediately smashing the old man's glass counter to pieces.

The sound of shattering glass startled the passers-by. When they saw clearly that it was a group of gangsters causing trouble, everyone hurriedly walked away.

Huang Mao stared at the uncle fiercely: "I'm warning you to stop talking nonsense, otherwise you will end up like this counter." After saying that, he turned around and left, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

However, Huang Mao and the others hadn't even taken two steps out when they heard someone behind them say, "Are you going too far?"

The person who spoke was none other than Chu Feng.

"What? You want to meddle in your own business?" Huang Mao didn't take Chu Feng seriously at all, and walked up to Chu Feng arrogantly: "Try saying that sentence again?"

"So what?" Chu Feng didn't have any fear: "You'd better apologize to the uncle and compensate him for his losses."

"I'll pay it to your mother!" Huang Mao yelled and kicked Chu Feng in the abdomen.

Chu Feng saw Huang Mao's coming move and dodged to the right. However, Huang Mao's two accomplices also waved their fists and hit Chu Feng. Chu Feng was just an ordinary high school student after all, so he dodged immediately.

Not as good as being hit hard in the face by one of the guys.

"Beat me to death." Huang Mao rushed up and kicked Chu Feng to the ground: "Damn it, you dare to meddle in my business, you are just asking for death."

Suddenly, three people with six feet kicked Chu Feng hard on his body and head, so hard that Chu Feng couldn't even fight back.

The three of them fought for more than a minute, but still had no intention of stopping. Even though the old man shouted at the side, they still turned a deaf ear.

Although the pedestrians passing by gathered in a circle to watch the fun, no one dared to step forward and pull the Huang Mao trio away.

"Stop it quickly, or I'll call the police." Suddenly a girl's voice rang out, Huang Mao and the other three were startled, and then reluctantly stopped.

I saw a girl wearing a knee-length white skirt crowded in front of the crowd, holding a mobile phone in her hand and ready to call the police.

Huang Mao glared at the girl fiercely, and when he saw the crowd of onlookers staring at him angrily, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He glanced at his two accomplices and said harshly: "Damn it, I will let you go today, and I will let you go from now on."

I’ll beat you every time I see you.” After that, he left in a swaggering manner.

As soon as Huang Mao left, the crowd of onlookers also dispersed. They all came to see the fun, and since the fun was over, they naturally wouldn't stay.

"Are you okay Chu Feng?" The girl squatted down next to Chu Feng and asked anxiously.

"Why are you here?" Chu Feng only glanced at the girl, and immediately got up from the ground and turned his eyes to the side. It turned out that the girl was none other than Zhou Qian, the monitor of Class 1, Grade 3.

"I was passing by here and came over when I saw you here." Zhou Qian pursed her lips: "Are you injured? How about I accompany you to the hospital?"

"No, thank you." Chu Feng patted the dust on his body and never turned his eyes to Zhou Qian.

"Are you really okay?" Zhou Qian asked again unwillingly: "Originally, you were bullied once by Gu Tao and the others at school today, and now..."

"I don't want you to worry about my affairs, just go away." Chu Feng interrupted Zhou Qian's words.

Zhou Qian's eyes darkened: "Then I'll leave, you should be careful."
Chapter completed!