C1 Bad Luck

Portsmouth was always hot in August.

In a small supermarket on the street, Lee Minghao sat in front of a computer table that had been painted black. The screen flashed with a blue light and then went black. He cursed in a low voice and pressed the restart button again.

This old notebook was bought six years ago, just like this small supermarket. It was old and decrepit.

Lee Minghao's eyes were a little red. He was wearing a fat and torn T-shirt, and beside him was a pile of beer cans. On the table, there were advertisements for real estate agents. Hearing the creaking sound of the fans above his head, he suddenly sighed in frustration.

Clang, clang, clang.

A series of knocking sounds interrupted his absent-mindedness.

He looked at the information on the supermarket that was being edited on the computer. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out his chair and walked over.

"This place is closed." As Lee Minghao spoke, he opened the supermarket's shutter door.

"I don't care if you are closed or not. It's time to pay the rent!" A hooligan with a cigarette in his mouth stood a meter away from Lee Minghao. He raised his tattooed arm and pointed at Lee Minghao with a fierce look on his face.

Lee Minghao frowned when he heard the angry tone. He looked at the hooligan who didn't have a good expression, and he couldn't help but wonder if Ma Laosan had lost money in the stone gambling field next door again.

"Boss Lee, you also saw that the price of the house has been rising recently." The hooligan saw that Lee Minghao didn't speak and said with a fake smile, "We have to follow the trend, so the rent for next month has to be paid according to the rent of the neighboring shop. It's not much, just three thousand yuan."

"There are a lot of stone-gambling businesses on the street next door. Is it the same?" Lee Minghao was a little unhappy, but when he thought about leaving soon, he could not argue with him. He just explained, "Ma, I won't pay the rent next month. I plan to transfer the supermarket."

"Transferring it to you is your business, and taking the rent is my business." Ma Laosan sneered, "Boss Lee, you can't go back on your word. If you don't give it to me, I will take it myself."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the cashier.

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but I don't have any money." Lee Minghao saw his eyes and did not say anything. He shook his head and said.

Ma Laosan naturally did not believe Lee Minghao. He snorted and walked over. He searched for a while and then pulled open the cashier's drawer.

It was empty.

"Damn it." Ma Laosan cursed and turned around to glare at Lee Minghao, "Have you hidden the money?"

"Boss Ma, when did we pay the rent?" Lee Minghao sighed with a dejected expression, "I really don't have any money this time."

Ma Laosan glanced at Lee Minghao and curled his lips in disdain.

Lee Minghao's family's matter had spread across this street.

The old couple had worked hard for their entire lives. Every day, they relied on this small supermarket to feed Lee Minghao, a college student. This year was the day that Lee Minghao graduated from medical school. Logically speaking, he should be enjoying his life, but who would have thought that a few days ago, he would be killed by a garbage truck from the nearby construction site.

The results of the traffic bureau investigation were that the driver had not turned around in time and had caused an accident. However, Lee Minghao knew that it was the result of the other party spending money to bribe them.

Even if he knew, how could a poor student who had just graduated and had not stepped into society do anything about it?

After settling the matter, Lee Minghao had already spent all of his pitiful compensation money, and he had even lost his parents' remaining savings.

However, people who had just left the ivory tower always had ideals in their lives. Therefore, Lee Minghao swore that he would do everything in his power to help his parents redress their grievances.

The first problem was the cost of the lawsuit. After thinking about it for a while, Lee Minghao decided to transfer the small supermarket.

However, people never cared about themselves. As a professional thug, although Ma Laosan had a few properties passed down in his family, he was not short of money. However, he obviously would not pay the rent for Lee Minghao's family's matters.

He kicked the cashier's desk as if he was venting his anger. Then, he looked around and took out two Chunghwa cigarettes from the counter.

"Use this to pay for it if you don't have money," Ma Laosan muttered as he put the cigarettes into his clothes and was about to leave.

Lee Minghao quickly stopped him and said, "Ma, when will you be able to give me the money for the Chunghwa cigarettes that you gave me last time? 50 cigarettes are worth more than 30,000 yuan. My shop is small, so I can't afford to owe you such a big debt."

Half a month ago, Ma Laosan had come to the supermarket to get cigarettes. At that time, he had only written a promissory note. Lee Minghao was worried that he was powerful in this place, and he was also a gangster. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to give it to him.

"Return it? Return it to you!" Ma Laosan had been used to taking money from others in the neighborhood. Everyone was afraid of losing money, so no one had ever asked him to return the money. When he heard Lee Minghao's question, he glared at him and was about to turn hostile.

However, as he was speaking, he seemed to have remembered something. He looked up at Lee Minghao and rolled his eyes. Suddenly, he changed his tone and said, "Return the money, right? Sure, I'm in a good mood today. Later, I'll come to the entrance of the Stone Gambling Market to find you."