"Hey, Da Cannon, why are you still selling pork here?"

In the morning, Jiang Dongliu saw Guo Dalu holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, narrowing his eyes slightly, and waving his sword with his hands. He quickly cut and packed pork. He was very busy and suddenly felt a sense of intimacy, "Why are you still here?"

At this time, it had been nearly a week since Guo Dalu signed a publishing contract with him.

Guo Dalu raised his eyes and saw Jiang Dongliu, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you talking nonsense? This is my stall, where am I not going here?"

Jiang Dongliu laughed and said, "Dalu, you can't make much money by selling pork here a day. Where can you make money by writing books? If you want me, you might as well go home and concentrate on writing books."

"Dry bird feather!"

Guo Dalu didn't even look at Jiang Dongliu, "I don't sell pork, what do you eat?"

He raised the bone-cutting knife in his hand and pointed it at several pork stalls not far away, "You dare to eat the dead pork sold by these wastes?"

Guo Dalu was a loud voice. At this time, when he shouted, everyone in half of the vegetable market heard it, stopped and looked at the meat stalls next to him.

This time, the stall owners of the meat stalls next to them stopped working.

"Hey, I said Guo Dapao, what do you mean?"

A big fat man with a big waist lifted up the bone-cutting knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Guo Dapao, don't fucking fart! Who did you say sell dead pork?"

Another guy who was thick and strong like a half-sized water tank chopped the meat and scolded loudly: "Who the hell sold pork to death? You make it clear!"

"Yeah, I dare not admit it!"

Guo Dalu frowned and stared, carrying two bone-crushing knives to the nearby fat man's pork stall, "I just said you sold pork dead, what can you do?"

He pointed at the fat man's nose with a bright knife and cursed: "Damn, look at your pork, whether it is gray or not. At first glance, you just get the meat from the dead pig. Maybe how did you die! How dare you sell it?"

"Those who are doing quarantine are also waste. Maybe they will take you a lot of benefits before turning a blind eye to you!"

"Those who wear big blocks don't care about you, your Grandpa Guo can't tolerate you!"

Guo Dalu pointed at the fat man and cursed, "Today I will say that you sold pork dead, what can you do?"

"Wow!"

There was an uproar among the onlookers.

This vegetable market is located in the middle of five nearby communities, and the business is very hot. People who come to buy vegetables in the morning are nearby residents. Guo Dalu mentioned the meat stalls that bought dead pork. Everyone at the scene had basically bought pork there.

Now that everyone was angry when he heard Guo Dalu yelling like this, he was angry.

"Really or not?"

"If this is true, these pork sellers are too bad!"

"I said I bought his meat two days ago and had diarrhea after eating it. It turned out to be dead pork! Vomit!"

A bald old man with a big belly blushed with anger and asked Guo Dalu, "Little brother, is what you said true?"

Guo Dalu said: "When did Mr. Guo tell lies? Let me tell you that none of the meat dealers in this vegetable market are clean except me. They either sell water-filled pork, dead pork, or dog meat. They sell fox meat as dog meat. This method is amazing!"

Guo Dalu shouted, "I have said it a few times, but few people have heard it! You deserve to eat dead meat!"

The audience around were a little unhappy.

"What do we deserve to eat dead meat? Who knows if what you said is true?"

"Yes, maybe he sells his own meat as well. In this era, there are so many thieves who have been shouting to catch thieves!"

However, some people also said good things to Guo Dalu, "Hey hey hey, I don't know others, but I know Dapao, the child. This child is honest in selling things, never lacks a shortage, and the meat he sells is fresh, I believe him!"

For a moment, everything in the crowd said, and the vegetable market, which was originally chaotic, became more and more chaotic at this time.

While Guo Dalu was talking, the tall fat man on the opposite side was breathing fire, and his hands holding the bone-cutting knife were trembling, "Guo Dapao, do you want to die the fuck, don't you?"

"Huh!"

Guo Dalu looked at the fat man with his eyes slanted, aiming at the knife in the fat man's hand, "Why, do you still want to use the knife with Mr. Guo?"

Guo Dalu curled his lips and showed a contemptuous expression on his face, "You, a person who killed pigs, dare to fight me, the one who killed live pigs?"

While he was talking, he picked up the bone-cutting knife in his hand and slashed at a round vegetable pier on the meat stall.

The diameter of this pier is not three feet long, but it must be two feet seven or eight, and the thickness must be about twenty centimeters. The fat man on the opposite side usually chops the meat on this pier. Now there are thousands of knife marks left on this pier.

Such a vegetable pier is a part cut from the torso of a big tree, and it is also the root of the tree. The wood is thick and tight, and extremely durable.

Some people can even use such a willow wood cabbage pier for their entire lives without breaking it.

But just such a big dish was cut by Guo Dalu, and it was cut in half.

You should know that what he was in his hand was just a bone-cutting knife, not a big axe for chopping materials. What's more, even if it was a big axe for chopping materials, ordinary people would not be able to split such a large tree stump.

"Wow!"

There was another big uproar on the scene.

The fat man opposite was so scared that he sat on the chair and didn't dare to talk more. Even the thick man in front of another meat stall did not dare to say anything.

The reason why Guo Dalu is called Guo Dapao in the vegetable market is that he is called Guo Dapao because he doesn't speak, dares to say anything, offends everyone, and as long as he doesn't follow suit, he will give you a shot, so he is called Guo Dapao.

This guy is too righteous. There is nothing in this world that he dare not say, and he offended a large group of people very much.

The most direct way for the people at the bottom to resolve their grievances is to use violence. At the beginning, Guo Dalu "fired" them, causing a group of pork sellers to find a group of people to intercept Guo Dalu on the way, preparing to give Guo Dalu some color.

Who knew that more than a dozen people surrounded Guo Dalu, but in the end they were all knocked down by Guo Dalu, and they even broke everyone's legs.

Guo Dalu still didn't give up. After following the clues, he let him destroy the underground forces that had occupied Baolan City for more than ten years alone. From the boss of the gang to the bottom of the gang, he broke his legs and threw them into the trash can.

It is said that the reason why the leader of the gang, called "Qingpi", is now full of gold teeth because all his original teeth were knocked off by Guo Dalu.

Everyone was afraid of Guo Dalu, and no matter what he said, these people could only endure it.

The reason why these meat stall owners reacted fiercely today is that they are all new guys. As for the people who sold meat here in the past, they had already changed places and left.

If you want to make trouble in front of Guo Dalu and sell something inferior to others as good things, you need strong psychological quality. Over time, even individuals can't stand it and they all run away.

Guo Dalu is famous in the entire vegetable market, and has a deterrent effect than some places, gangsters, and gangsters.

Now Guo Dalu cut the cabbage pier of the guy opposite with one knife, and took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket, "Pay your cabbage pier money!"

Jiang Dongliu, who was following him, was amused and crying, "Da Cannon, why are you doing this? You took action, good guy, you spent all the money on selling pork today! What are you trying to do?"

"Dry bird feather!"
Chapter completed!