"Grace period? Sure!" Brother Huang Mao spat the cigarette butt directly at the entrance of the noodle shop: "The daily interest is one thousand yuan. If you don't pay after ten days, don't blame us for being rude."
"One thousand?" Li Xiaoqin smiled apologetically, "Brother Huang Mao, my small noodle shop doesn't even make a thousand yuan a day. Plus the protection fee, it would cost tens of thousands. Can you make it a bit less?"
"Fuck!" Brother Huang Mao glared and grabbed Li Xiaoqin's collar, shouting, "Li Xiaoqin, don't be ungrateful! How much you make has nothing to do with me; I'm just here to collect the money. And don't make it sound so bad; we're not collecting a protection fee, it's the security management fee you willingly pay!"
"Brother Huang Mao, Brother Huang Mao..." Li Xiaoqin didn't dare to dodge, she just pleaded with a face full of sorrow.
The street was bustling with people, and now a crowd had gathered.
