Chapter 1762

Chapter 1762

Evening.

On the street of a small county town.

Just because Fang Wenping had opened the bracelet packaging, she got into a heated argument with the burly vendor, shouting all around.

Vendor: “One hundred RMB!”

Fang Wenping: “What do you mean, one hundred?”

Vendor: “You opened it, and now you don't want to pay? Trying to cheat?”

Fang Wenping: “You can't just repackage it with double-sided tape and expect me to buy it.”

Vendor: “I can't put it back, so you must buy it.”

Fang Wenping: “Ha, this is force selling, huh?”

Vendor: “You better pay me one hundred RMB right now or face the consequences!”

Fang Wenping: “You say I should pay? I’ve never heard of having to pay just because I opened a plastic bag. Do you think you’re selling medicine?”

Vendor: “Don’t act all high and mighty with me.”

Fang Wenping: “That’s what I want to say to you.”

Vendor: “Hey, you’re not backing down, huh?”

The burly vendor stood up from his stall and glared at Fang Wenping.

But Fang Wenping was not easily intimidated. She was a seasoned woman who had dealt with countless tough situations and was not fazed by his threats. Her eyes turned cold as she shouted, “I’m telling you now, I’m not buying your stuff. The money is in my hands. If I want to buy, I’ll buy; if I don’t, I won’t. If you’re not happy, come and rob me. If you rob me, I’ll give you every cent from my wallet. Come on!” She continued, “Force selling, and you still think you’re in the right? What are you trying to do, scare me? I’ve seen worse. I’m not afraid of you.”

Vendor: “Fine, so you’ve met someone tough today.”

Dong Xuebing quickly walked up and stood beside Fang Wenping. Despite their earlier disagreements, Dong Xuebing was firmly on her side. The vendor's aggressive tactics had also gotten under his skin. Dong Xuebing didn’t say a word but stood by Fang Wenping, ready to act if necessary.

The vendor, dressed in traditional ethnic attire, did not act immediately. Instead, he pointed at Fang Wenping and then, without even glancing at Dong Xuebing, pulled out his phone and made a call, clearly ignoring Dong Xuebing. Meanwhile, many other vendors in traditional attire began to gather around, eyeing Fang Wenping with hostility. Some began shouting in a language Fang Wenping and Dong Xuebing didn’t understand, calling for more people to come.

Vendor (on the phone): “Hey, get some people over here.”

Other Person: “What’s going on?”

Vendor: “Someone’s opened the stuff and isn’t paying.”

Other Person: “Damn it, we’re on our way.”

Vendor: “Hurry up, let’s show them what’s what.”

After hanging up, the vendor stayed close to Fang Wenping, surrounded by others.

In this way, around seven or eight people surrounded them, with Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping in the middle. They looked around.

Dong Xuebing’s face darkened. He couldn’t stand seeing this kind of thing—force-selling and brazenly treating him like nothing.

Dong Xuebing: “Let me handle it.”

Crowd: “What is this?”

Crowd: “Buy the bracelet, and we’ll let it go, or you’ll regret it.”

Crowd: “Do you even know who you’re dealing with? You come here to travel and act so arrogant?”

Dozens of people, led by the burly man, continued to shout at Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping. Many nearby tourists watched the commotion but quickly distanced themselves, seemingly not wanting to get involved. As for the Han Chinese vendors, they pretended not to see and continued with their business, perhaps accustomed to such force-selling incidents by now.

The crowd closed in tighter and tighter.

Dong Xuebing kept Fang Wenping behind him, his face darkening. Those who knew him could tell he was on the verge of exploding.

There were too many people, and they were all local ethnic minorities.

Fang Wenping likely felt that Dong Xuebing might be unable to handle so many people or that the situation was worsening. She turned to him and said, “Don’t act rashly. Wait for the police.”

Dong Xuebing remained silent, his eyes cold.

Finally, the sound of police sirens echoed.

The ethnic minority group didn’t lower their weapons or sticks; instead, they just glanced at the approaching police cars but didn’t move.

The cars stopped. Several police officers got out.

Officer: “What’s going on?”

Officer: “What are you all doing?”

Officer: “Disperse, disperse.”

The police began to disperse the crowd.

However, the ethnic minority group did not leave. They merely cleared a small path for the police to pass as if that was a significant concession. The police didn’t say anything further and quickly made their way through the crowd to find Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping.

Lead Officer: “Who called the police?”

Fang Wenping stepped forward.

Lead Officer: “Alright, come with us to the station. We’ll sort things out there.”

The vendor was not happy. “They tore open my goods and won’t pay. Nobody leaves until they do. Pay up first.”

The lead officer replied calmly, “We’ll handle the issue. Let’s go to the station and discuss it there.”

Fang Wenping said coldly, “They were engaged in force selling. What about them?”

The lead officer lowered his voice, “Hurry up and get in the police car. If anything happens, we won’t be able to manage it. Get in the car first.”

With that, the lead officer led the way out.

The other younger officers quickly pulled Fang Wenping and Dong Xuebing out of the crowd. They hurried them into the police car, which drove away swiftly.

Looking back, the ethnic minority group did not give up. They followed on foot, seemingly intent on accompanying them to the police station.