Yu Zhou hurriedly stopped him, repeatedly saying, "It's not that serious..."
Good heavens, if that hammer landed, wouldn't this thug leader named Old Nine be a goner?
We're not hammering, hammering people will get you shot!
Seeing his brother holding him back, Wu Dabiao reluctantly gave up on picking up the hammer, but his face was still full of displeasure.
I'm listening to you, you told me to hammer him, right?
Yu Zhou had no way to explain it to him. What he meant by 'hammering him' was just to beat him up and drive him away, not to actually hit him with a hammer.
However, fortunately, the troublemakers' disturbance this time was finally resolved perfectly.
With Wu Dabiao's appearance, they didn't even dare to struggle and left dejectedly without uttering a single threat.
They weren't afraid of ordinary people like Yu Zhou, but facing Wu Dabiao, they didn't even have the courage to fight.
When packing up, the two of them received many awestruck glances from the stall owners.
Speaking of the street stalls in this square, if any of them didn't envy Yu Zhou's booming business, it would be impossible.
It's just that Yu Zhou hadn't been here for long, and besides, everyone didn't think he could earn much, so they held back.
Today's incident, they stood up to protect their own interests. If Yu Zhou were to be targeted like that, wouldn't it mean they weren't safe either?
There were quite a few people who wanted to compete with Yu Zhou in secret, and even wanted to ruin Yu Zhou's stall.
But after seeing this foolish Wu Dabiao today, they could only give up.
If you can't handle Wu Dabiao, and you want to deal with Yu Zhou, aren't you just asking for trouble?
On the way back after packing up, Yu Zhou bought some pig's head meat at the卤菜店 (braised meat shop) next to the family compound.
This kind of food was gradually becoming less popular in later generations, but in the early nineties, it was undoubtedly a luxury item.
It's just that he was making money now, and the daily profit from his stall was quite substantial, otherwise, he would really be reluctant to buy it.
When he got home, the employees from the second textile factory who had been weaving had already left, and it felt a bit desolate.
However, a familiar voice appeared, making Yu Zhou freeze for a moment.
"Daddy..."
This was the voice from the depths of Yu Zhou's soul, the voice that Yu Zhou, having lived two lives, would always keep hidden in his heart.
He saw a tiny figure standing at the doorway of the main room, still gnawing on malt candy and mumbling "Daddy" indistinctly.
The little girl was wearing a small blue dress made from an old qipao. Because she rarely ate meat, her pigtails looked very dry and yellow.
This was precisely Yu Zhou's beloved daughter, Yu Xiaoyu.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
"Daughter!"
Yu Zhou's nose felt a little sore. In his previous life, he had longed to hear this "Daddy" in his dreams.
Unfortunately, due to a certain incident, father and daughter became estranged, and even his daughter came to resent him for it.
In this life, the girl was just over three years old, not yet four.
"Xiaoyu, I will use this entire life to treat you and your mother well."
He made another promise in his heart, handed the pig's head meat in his hand to Wu Dabiao, and gently picked up his daughter.
"You can't eat too much candy, it will rot your teeth."
He said with a gentle smile, and while he was educating his daughter, he couldn't bring himself to take the malt candy out of her hand with his other hand.
"Mom said I can have two pieces every day."
The little girl's eyes sparkled as she said this, blinking.
"Haha... That won't do, Daddy says you can only have one piece a day."
Yu Zhou laughed heartily. He knew very well this was his daughter's clumsy little trick.
If she said she could have two pieces a day, he would definitely allow her to have one. But if she said one, then she would have none left in her hand.
However, facing such a clever little girl, how could Yu Zhou bear to put on a stern face?
In this life, he couldn't be a strict father.
"You just spoil her! Dabiao, come and get the food."
The kitchen door of the courtyard was opened, and Jiang Jie shot her husband a glare.
In fact, it wasn't just Yu Zhou who missed his daughter; even she missed her terribly.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have done nothing today and gone to the suburbs to pick up their daughter to stay for a few days.
It was simply that the couple could no longer bear to live without their daughter.
"Food... Xiaoyu wants to eat food..."
As soon as she heard about eating, the little dumpling's eyes lit up, and she wriggled in Yu Zhou's arms, wanting to rush into the kitchen.
Meat! As a little foodie, she would never let go of a "big villain" like meat.
Second Textile Factory.
The sound of ping-pong once again came from Liu Dalong's office; this was the second time in recent days.
"Trash, all of you are trash."
"Isn't that Old Nine a notorious thug leader? He didn't dare to make a move when he encountered Wu Dabiao?"
"And all of you, didn't you guarantee that there would be no problem this time? Now, tell me, how am I supposed to vent my anger?"
Liu Dalong's plump body trembled with rage.
The thugs had sworn oaths when they made their guarantees. Who would have thought they would back down when they encountered Wu Dabiao?
Now, not only did they fail to get revenge, but they also made Yu Zhou vigilant.
If this continues, it will be difficult to take revenge later.
"Director Liu... Who would have thought that Wu Dabiao was truly fierce? We only knew he was good at fighting before, but we didn't expect his reputation to be so great."
"Isn't it just a mere Yu Zhou? Isn't it easy to get rid of him? If we can't use force, then let's use oppression..."
A man wearing the Second Factory's work uniform beside him felt extremely wronged, but he was still actively offering suggestions.
"Oppression? How do we oppress?"
"Yu Zhou has made it clear that he's not coming back to work. Whether he's laid off or not makes no difference to him."
"Moreover, I heard that the street stall he's running earns quite a lot every day. Do you think he still cares about his job at the Second Factory?"
Liu Dalong looked at his advisor speechlessly. It wasn't called a "dog-headed advisor" for nothing. These days, he had come up with many ideas for harassing people, but not a single proper scheme.
He was simply wasting the Second Textile Factory's resources.
"Just don't let him run the stall. If he loses his income, he'll naturally come back to beg you."
"At that time, even your previous idea might be possible."
The dog-headed advisor's eyes rolled, and the wicked ideas seemed to be overflowing from him.
He walked quietly to Liu Dalong's ear and whispered in a voice only they could hear.
Liu Dalong in the office was first stunned, and then he became ecstatic.
"This is a good idea. Go and do it tomorrow!"
"And it doesn't even cost any money... Hahaha..."
He could already see the scene of Yu Zhou and his wife kneeling and begging him for mercy in his office.
At that time, wouldn't the factory flower named Jiang Jie be at his mercy?