"What's going on?" Black Hand played with the butterfly knife in his hand and looked down at the stall owner and the young man.

The young man buying shoes was about 27 years old. When he saw the black men in green vests coming over, he said nervously:

"I bought a pair of shoes from him. He said they were very durable. I wore them normally for two days, but there was a tear in the middle of the shoes. I asked him to return them, but he refused to accept the payment."

"Then I came over to argue with him, but he fell down and insisted that I hit him."

The seller's boss lay on the ground and covered his neck, "You also said you didn't hit me. Everyone around saw it. Just tell me if you touched me!"

"I, I, I, I, I gently grabbed your collar, and you fell down. What the hell..." The young man was anxious and angry, pointing at the boss and cursing.

The stall owner fell to the ground, crawled towards the black hand, screamed in agony, and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Master Qingtian, you have to make the decision for me. I am doing business well and he comes and beats me! He ignores the rules of our trading market and must be severely punished!"

Black Hand frowned, looked at the young man and asked:

"Don't you know you can't fight in the trading market?"

"I didn't fight, I just argued with him, but he refused to admit it." The young man said angrily.

"Did you do anything to him?" Black Hand asked.

The young man said angrily: "I just pulled his collar, and he fell down on his own."

Black Hand asked back: "That's not what you said just now. You said you didn't touch him and he fell by himself. Why are your words different before and after?"

After hearing what Black Hand said, the stall owner was secretly happy.

He has studied the rules of the trading market very thoroughly.

Once a conflict occurs,

No matter how violent and fierce the quarrel is between the two sides, as long as they don't take action, there will be no problem.

Once a move is made, both parties will be finished.

However, as long as you don't do anything, you will definitely win.

The balance of victory once again tilted towards his side.

On the other hand, the young man buying shoes, his face was green and red at this time, and he couldn't say a word when he was scolded by the black hands.

Black Hand looked at him indifferently and said:

"According to the rules of the trading market, anyone who fights maliciously will be killed!"

"What?!"

When the young man heard the word kill, he took two steps back, fell to the ground, and looked at the black hand in horror.

"No, I just grabbed his collar. I really didn't do anything. He fell down on his own."

"Didn't you read the trading market order manual? Don't you know you can't do anything to others?" Black Hand asked, his tone full of murderous intent.

The young man's eyes were panicked and his whole body was shaking, "I, I, I saw it, but I was so angry just now. I won't dare to do it next time."

"He must be killed. He violated the rules of our trading market! If we don't kill him, we will violate the rules!" shouted the stall owner who fell to the ground.

Black Hand glanced at him with some boredom, seeing that he was a little unhappy.

In fact, he can roughly see what is going on here now.

It's nothing more than an old youtiao selling inferior products and cheating young people.

Then he used the rules of the trading market to throw the blame on the young man and lay on the ground pretending to be injured.

Neither of these two are good birds.

One doesn't read the rule book carefully, and the other is cunning and sells inferior products.

However, at the current trading market, there are not many regulations regarding the sale of goods.

It’s fine as long as you don’t sell prohibited items.

Others are normal transactions, one is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell, it's that simple.

This is just like an antique store before the apocalypse. If you buy a fake, you will recognize it.

In the trading market, the patrol team has too many things to manage and does not have that much energy to deal with problems that arise in your buying and selling transactions.

Once this matter is taken care of, the patrol team will be exhausted.

Therefore, when survivors buy something, they must make their own judgment on whether it is worth buying. Once you buy something, you cannot regret it.

"Master Qingtian, you must make the decision for me." The street stall owner continued to cry miserably.

Black Hand took a deep breath and cursed:

"You must be sick."

The street stall owner was stunned, "Gah?"

Black pointed at the camera on the roof of Tingfeng Building opposite and said:

"Did you fall by yourself, or was you pushed? Why don't you adjust the monitoring and take a look?"

"Get up quickly, you idiots are looking for trouble for me!"

"I'm counting down to three, three."

Ziliu——

The stall owner quickly got up, rubbed his hands and said aggrievedly:

"I was indeed pushed by him, my butt hurt so much..."

"Then it's still reasonable for you to sell inferior products?" The black hand exposed him directly and mercilessly.

"I didn't..." the street stall owner quickly waved his hand.

The black hand rolled his eyes. Selling inferior products was not within his scope of management, and he didn't have much time to take care of such trivial matters.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the young man:

"Come here."

The young man walked over nervously and asked anxiously:

"Leader, I really didn't mean it. I should be fine, right?"

Blackhand glanced at him and said:

"You grabbed someone by the collar. You acted first, and you were at fault first. You will be fined 10 points. You can pay it yourself at the North District Mission Hall."

Then he said to the team members behind him:

"Record his number plate. If he fails to pay the points at noon tomorrow, the fine points will be doubled. The points will be doubled the next day!"

"Ah? Me, me, me! I don't have that many points!" the young man shouted quickly.

He actually has so many points, but asking him to hand over ten points all at once would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

He only spent 0.7 points on buying this pair of low-quality shoes and was fined ten points. How long did it take him to get so many points?

"Then, go and borrow it!" Black Hand said nonchalantly.

The young man spread his hands and said pitifully: "I can't borrow it."

"You can't get it, can you?"

"Yes." The young man nodded with his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Oh. In that case, your points won't be deducted."

When the young man heard that there was no need to deduct points, his face lit up. "Thank you..."

Before he could finish his words, Black Hand pulled out the gun from his waist.

"Here comes someone, drag him to the square and shoot him!"

"No, no, no! I'll pay, I'll pay!"

"Didn't you say that you don't have that many points and can't borrow them?" Black Hand looked at him, his eyes narrowed in a threatening tone.

The young man quickly said: "I can think of a way. If I sell my other things, I can get ten points!"

"Um."

Black Hand looked at the stall owner, pointed the gun at him and said:

"If you dare to act cunning in front of me next time, I will kill you."

He was dissatisfied that this boss was using the rules of the trading market to kill people with a borrowed knife.

Blackhand hates people who treat people like monkeys.

"Besides, you...you are banned from running a street stall for three days."

After all, according to the management regulations of the trading market, this stall owner did not violate it. He was banned for three days, but the gangster simply saw him unhappy.

"But, I didn't violate the regulations, why do you ban me!" The street stall owner said with a frown on his face.

He thought he could see the kid killed and then get compensation.
To be continued...