Wang the Cripple suddenly noticed that these gangster bosses were holding a ledger.
What the hell?
Coming to rob money today, you still need to mess with some bookkeeping?
Is it necessary?
The leader gave his food cart a light kick.
Wang the Cripple felt heartache, gee.
Just rob the money, if you break my means of living, how are you going to rob?
The leader then asked, "Have you been selling meatballs here all this time?"
What's up? Who's being so thoughtless? Ate my meatballs and got poisoned?
Cursing in his heart, Wang the Cripple hastily bowed, "Sir, I operate around here. There are many pubs, and the patrons often come out after drinking to eat my meatballs to warm their stomachs.
I just started vending, haven't made much yet. Please have mercy, sir."
The leader glanced at him twice and said, "What's your name? Pay up."
"Wang the Cripple." He lowered his head and eyes, offering the money bag. The man took the money bag, weighed it twice, and suddenly opened it.
