Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 99: Of course I’m going to do you!

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Of course I’m going to do you!

It took about twenty minutes by car, and Chen Dashan parked by the roadside, then decided to first go to the office, and have Zhang Xuewen take him to check out the store afterward.

Elsewhere.

At the entrance of Chen Fruit Store.

"Such bad luck, just open for business and already crossed paths with the thug Sun Xiaolong. How are we supposed to run the business now?"

"Yeah, those two truckloads of fruit we hauled in, I bet they won’t last either!"

"Everything inside has been smashed, this is just lawlessness..."

"Keep your voice down, be careful or you’ll get hit!"

A crowd gathered around the entrance of the newly opened Chen Fruit Store at the crossroads. The shop’s exterior was fashionable, with a large sign that covered the entire facade, and spotlights were even installed on the sign. Inside, the lighting was bright, and the shelves were arranged very neatly.

One could tell at a glance that the owner was an experienced businessman.

At the moment, a continuous clattering noise kept coming from inside the store, and the curious onlookers stretched their necks to peer inside the building, yet they dared not approach, only able to stand by the roadside and watch.

"This is the only street where you don’t pay protection money, right?"

"I think you just don’t want to work anymore!"

A roar came from inside the building.

The crowd outside shuddered in fear, their eyes wide as they gazed into the building.

They saw a broad and stout young man dressed in a tank top, with a thick chain around his neck, dragging a young man by the collar, bellowing ferociously.

Zhang Xueyi had a refined appearance and, being lifted like that, looked like a little chick; but he didn’t want to cause trouble. Coming from the village, he seldom visited the city and felt somewhat inferior.

Facing such a situation, Zhang Xueyi clenched his teeth and said, "It’s not that we won’t pay; we honestly didn’t know. This is the first time I’ve heard of this protection money!"

"Let’s talk this out, please!"

"Talk it out?"

Sun Xiaolong scoffed and saw that Zhang Xueyi looked like a weak scholar. Feeling more assertive, he turned to the seven or eight lackeys behind him and arrogantly said, "What does he mean by this?"

"Could it be that our reputation is not big enough, and this kid isn’t scared enough?"

"Hahaha..."

"Bro, look at this guy, he’s almost crying out of fear!"

"You can tell he’s a country bumpkin who just came from the countryside; he hasn’t even heard of Brother Long’s name, and yet he dares to mix in on this street?"

"Give him a lesson, let him get a taste of the world!"

A group of tattooed ruffians looked on with disdain, seeing Zhang Xueyi as a joke. His clothes were so rural they were shedding dirt, and with that frightened expression in his eyes, did this person even dare to do business in the city?

Sun Xiaolong’s mouth curled into a sinister smile as he flung Zhang Xueyi to the ground.

Zhang Xueyi didn’t keep his balance, stumbled, and fell onto his backside on the ground.

"Hahaha..."

"What a country bumpkin, such a waste!"

The small-time hooligans laughed uproariously while Sun Xiaolong, feeling proud, swept his gaze around the store. The shelves were lined with neatly arranged, tempting fruit.

And this spacious, brightly lit shop—if it really belonged to this country bumpkin, then in the future, all of this would be his.

Thinking this, Sun Xiaolong’s eyes rolled, determined that today he had to make this kid realize what he was capable of.

Right then, he waved his hand to his underlings and commanded, "Smash it up!"

"Smash it to pieces, let’s see if he’ll remember this!"

Sun Xiaolong crossed his arms and looked down upon Zhang Xueyi from his lofty position, his eyes filled with a scornful smile.

He had already inquired on his way here that this fruit store was run by a country bumpkin with two women. They surely couldn’t kick up any fuss.

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

One loud noise after another, Zhang Xueyi turned his head to see several hoodlums overturning the shelves, and even the fruits on them were strewn across the floor; they were smashing everything while dancing with joy.

Grinding his teeth, Zhang Xueyi got up from the ground and frantically tried to stop them, "Stop smashing, please stop, we’re supposed to open in two days, I beg you..."

"Clang!"

Another large melon was thrown onto the ground, instantly splattering juice everywhere; the floor was a mess, covered with broken fruit.

Zhang Xuewen and Zhao Jiayao had just gone to grab something, and in this short time, the store had turned into this state. How were they going to explain it?

Zhang Xueyi was almost in tears, turning his head to plead with Sun Xiaolong.

Sun Xiaolong had other plans and didn’t pay him any attention; with a wave of his hand, he shoved Zhang Xueyi against the door, shouting loudly, "Keep smashing!"

This was too much to bear!

All these fruits and vegetables were the villagers’ hard-earned sweat and blood, the hope of Stone Village. Whether it was for the children’s education, the elderly’s medical care, or the young people’s marriages, didn’t they all rely on this income?

Seeing the smirks on the faces of the thugs, with Sun Xiaolong looking down on him with utter contempt, he didn’t even consider Zhang Xueyi a person.

Clenching his fists, Zhang Xueyi let out a loud cry, "Ah!"

"You damn bastard, I’m going to fight you!"

Zhang Xueyi’s eyes bulged as he charged towards Sun Xiaolong, but before he could get close, Sun Xiaolong punched him right in the eye. Zhang Xueyi immediately saw black and stumbled, falling headfirst onto the ground.

"You motherfucker, looking for death, huh?"

Sun Xiaolong cursed and kicked his back. Zhang Xueyi lay on the ground, his heart bleeding as he looked at the scattered fruits and vegetables. From persuading Chen Dashan to invest, to the families in the village, to the fertilizing, watering, management of orchards, to the expectations everyone had, and now to this shattered mess on the ground.

Zhang Xueyi gritted his teeth, bowed down, and tried to get up to stop them again.

He was kicked back down by Sun Xiaolong.

Zhang Xueyi had never felt so helpless as today, watching someone else trample on his hard work, stomping on his dignity as a man. He clenched his fists and pounded the ground.

But he was powerless!

"What are you doing?"

"Stop!!"

Zhang Xuewen and Zhao Jiayao rushed into the store and saw the chaos everywhere. Their faces showed a mix of shock, panic, sadness, and anger.

Seeing Zhang Xueyi being trampled underfoot, Zhang Xuewen stepped forward, pushing Sun Xiaolong with all her might.

"What are you doing?"

"Let him go!"

Zhang Xuewen scolded, but her strength was too weak to move Sun Xiaolong the slightest bit, her face red with exertion.

Someone dared to push him, Sun Xiaolong was already infuriated, but when he turned and saw a pretty young girl with an oval face and big eyes, his anger dissipated by half.

With a lecherous smile on his face and his eyes fixed on Zhang Xuewen’s chest, he said, "Wow, what a beautiful chick!"

His eyes filled with a playful look, he reached out to touch Zhang Xuewen’s pretty face, but she kept a stern face and slapped away Sun Xiaolong’s hand. Sun Xiaolong immediately got angry.

He exploded, "Bitch, you’re not playing nice. On this street, I touch whoever I want. Everyone’s just out here hustling, what are you pretending to be innocent for?"

Saying that, he reached out his sleazy hand again.

Villagers who were delivering fruits and vegetables arrived just then. Seeing the commotion inside the store and that Sun Xiaolong was trying to bully a village girl, they all rushed forward, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight if necessary.

However, the villagers of Stone Village were mostly elderly, most of them in their fifties and sixties, no match for the strong and youthful thugs. They were soon beaten down.

Zhao Jiayao looked at the fallen villagers with desperate urgency and quickly took out her phone to call Chen Dashan.