Chapter 79
Chapter 79 Episode 003 Scolding woman on the street (2)
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In front of these people, she still clashes head-on, acting brazenly and ruthlessly, enough to deter anyone from resisting. These small vendors...
She simply does not take them seriously.
At first, this vegetable vendor was astounded by her appearance, but then he was frightened by her intimidating demeanor. He knew that this female soldier was not as easy to bully as Yvonne Watson, so he hastily nodded.
"Yes, yes, one dollar and fifty."
"Twenty kilograms."
Flossie Wright said as per the quantity on the menu, with a tone so decisive that there’s no room for reconsideration.
The vendor immediately responded, hurriedly selecting the freshest large pumpkins. After weighing two that were slightly over twenty kilograms, he didn’t dare to cut off the excess, but directly gave it to Flossie Wright as a gift.
Afterwards, Flossie continued the same pattern, only buying from stalls with price labels. The vendors felt awkward about altering their prices at the last minute. Moreover, sensing that Flossie was not to be trifled with, they resigned to their fate and let her choose and buy the vegetables without daring to be dishonest about the prices.
However, after Flossie was able to purchase her ingredients at the regular price, the vendors who had conspired to swindle her by raising their prices were unhappy. They watched with dismay as the pile of groceries on Flossie’s tricycle grew, their sense of distress growing with it.
In the past, they could at least make some extra profit, but now it was as if they were watching their money slip away right in front of them...
"What’s the matter with you soldiers? You’re living off the taxes we pay, and yet you’re still trying to save a few bucks?"
Suddenly, a harsh voice attracted the attention of these vendors. Looking over, they saw a fish vendor, a grumpy old woman, who was yelling at Flossie Wright who just asked about the price and was about to leave. Her angry expression almost distorted her face, and with her hands on her hips, she came across as a common shrew.
Flossie, who was walking away, paused at the sound, arching her gaze over to the threatening fish vendor.
"I’m leaving this here today," the fierce fish vendor rolled up her sleeves, kicked over a bucket of fish next to her, and glared menacingly at Flossie Wright, "You’re buying this bucket of fish today whether you want it or not; otherwise, I’ll ensure you never buy fish here and thereby can’t fulfill your duties at the barracks!"
This fish vendor had previously displayed animosity towards Yvonne Watson, forcing her to buy many times and had gotten used to such bullying tactics.
These soldiers, especially female ones, were particularly easy to bully. The Forces’ strict regulations clearly state that they should not physically confront civilians. When encountering such incidents, they are bound to reason first and, if unsuccessful, have to accept their bad luck. No matter how wronged, they cannot vent their grievances in front of the civilians.
Normally, any soldier put in this situation would swallow their pride and buy the fish, regardless of the circumstances. Even if they had a legitimate grievance, they wouldn’t dare to argue with a "civilian".
Unfortunately for her, this vendor had run into Flossie Wright.
"You can try."
Pulling her gaze away from the fish vendor, Flossie shrugged, too lazy to give her another glance.
"You stop!" Seeing Flossie about to leave, the fish vendor charged at her like an arrow, blocking her path. Her face became a twisted frown as she threatened, "This market is owned by my nephew’s family. Are you not scared that I’ll stop you from buying anything here?"
Flossie raised an eyebrow with interest, noting the vendor’s audacious display of power in the tiny market. It seemed she had some support.
She took a slow step forward, her feckless demeanor instantly turning icy. Her searing stare swept across the fish vendor’s face, cutting deep like a knife. The overwhelming aura around her suddenly burst forth, intimidating the fish vendor into swallowing hard, her heart suddenly filled with trepidation.
Alas! She seemed to have bitten off more than she could chew!
"You know that coercion into buying or selling is illegal, right?"
Flossie took another step closer; her clear and cold warning made the ordinarily overbearing fish vendor experience a sense of guilt, so much so that she couldn’t even look at her.
Meanwhile, the vendor’s husband, who had been watching from the sidelines, sensing things weren’t going well, threw the hose he had been holding and announced loudly, "They’re bullying people! The soldiers are bullying people!"
The trembling fish vendor was suddenly brought back to reality by her husband’s shout. Her thoughts quickly returned, allowing her to fall to the ground theatrically, wailing:
"Oh no! The soldiers are actually bullying us citizens. What’s the point of supporting them? They’ve never done anything to help us, but they still come to oppress us. The taxes I’ve worked so hard to pay are only feeding a bunch of ungrateful swine! What has the world come to! I discourage to live! Is there no justice left in this world!"
Well, now it’s a big deal.
The other vendors in the surrounding area, who had originally been keen to watch the drama, were now awkwardly standing in place, looking around, unsure of what to do.
Everyone knew that the fish vendor intentionally bullied others, then pushed all of the blame onto the innocent soldiers...
Flossie glanced at the woman rolling on the ground and couldn’t help but feel both amused and frustrated. As someone accustomed to treading dangerous paths, she dreaded dealing with the unreasonable. Because these people are so ignorant and foolish, they have no sense of what’s important. Even if you paved a broad path for them, they would still choose a thorny path out of ignorance.
No choice, these people are stupid; they’re unreasonable enough to dig their own grave.
With a sigh in her heart, Flossie casually pointed at a vendor who was taking photos with his phone, "Come on, help call the police. Don’t let yourselves be wronged."
"Oh..." The pointed vendor was a little young, and reflexively began to dial a number.
But just as he pressed a button, his heart sinking as the fish vendor’s domineering husband came rushing over, pointing at him, and yelling, "What are you calling for? Soldiers and police are cut from the same cloth. If the police came, wouldn’t they just help the soldiers?!"
— End of Chapter 79 —