That Depends on Whether They Can Take a Beating

The male owner's name was Mao Dayou. He was considered an old man in the market.

Those who were familiar with him basically called him the Ruxian.

The reason why he had such a nickname was not because of his surname.

It was because of his personality, which was similar to the Ruxias.

He was a little fierce.

"Of course. I've been selling vegetables in this market for more than ten years. If I were still unable to do even this, wouldn't I have wasted my time?"

"Brother Mao, you're so bold. I wouldn't dare to sell it."

The person who spoke was the middle-aged woman next door. As she munched on melon seeds, she said,

"When the two of them go back and find that there are rotten vegetables hidden below, won't they come back to look for you?"

"That's impossible. Don't worry." Mao Dayou said.