Reborn King of Marketing

The lights in the car instantly dispelled the darkness, and Zhang Xuebing's eyes followed the surrounding passengers and looked towards the middle of the car.

The scream came from a girl. She was the girl Wang Xiaomin who asked for lyrics outside the cancer hospital last time.

Wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and stone-washed blue jeans made her figure look even slimmer. Her long ponytail rested on her thin shoulders, which made me feel pity for her.

Zhang Xuebing noticed her as soon as he got in the car. He was afraid that people would not remember him, but he did not say hello.

At this moment, Wang Xiaomin was pointing at a man with a wretched expression. Fear and anger were written all over her pretty face, and there were faint tears in her eyes. Her slender figure looked so pitiful in front of everyone.

"Oh, little girl, why are you talking nonsense? Why have I become a gangster? Where are you?" The wretched man spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stamped it out hard, and his eyes wandered around Wang Xiaomin's body.

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It turned out to be the legendary trolley trolls. Such people appear in endless numbers in every era. They specialize in harassing and molesting single, beautiful girls on various commuter vehicles.

Some dare to get out of the car and continue to follow them, causing physical and mental harm to the other party, and even becoming a lifelong shadow.

Therefore, this kind of person causes great anger among the people.

Almost all the passengers in the car made accusations, and there were even a few young men eager to go up and teach the bad guy a lesson.

Zhang Xuebing didn't say anything, he just stood there and watched with cold eyes. He always felt that things were not that simple.

But at this moment, the scene changed again. Wang Xiaomin suddenly covered his trouser pockets, his face suddenly changed, "You are still a thief, my wallet is gone!"

Suddenly, the entire car seemed to have pressed the pause button, and all the passengers were silent. They even lost the courage to look at the thief.

It’s no wonder that everyone calls for beating up gangsters, but thieves usually have accomplices, and people in this era have weak legal awareness. In addition, there have been incidents of thieves drawing knives and stabbing people, so no one dares to say anything.

The wretched man panicked for a while, but when he saw the reaction of everyone in the car, he smiled proudly and said, "You girl, you are slandering people without any basis!"

Zhang Xuebing calmly moved over there and looked at the wretched man's right hand through the light. His middle two fingers were thin and slender, like two fried chopsticks, and he suddenly had something in his mind.

In his last life, Zhang Xuebing heard an anti-pickpocket expert say that pickpockets on public transportation generally work in a line, and they have foreign aid and internal support, and there are very few lone rangers.

There are many levels of this profession. The most objectionable thing is carrying bags, which can be carried away without warning.

Another type is called bag cutting, in which they use blades to cut open passengers' packages to steal property. In order to prevent cutting, the bottom of many bags is lined with iron plates. Some people also like to put steel knives on the bottom of the bag, which can serve as a warning.

But as the road goes higher, the devil goes higher, so later on, all the wrappings were changed to side strokes.

Finally, the most skilled pickpocket is called Zoupi. They can steal things from the owner without using any tools and only two nimble fingers.

But the threshold for skin scrubbing is very high. They all have inheritance. They have practiced using their fingers to pick out soap heads in boiling water since childhood. Only when they reach this speed can they be considered entry-level. Therefore, the fingers of people who practice skin scrubbing are very different from ordinary people.

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The wretched man was a gangster. As for his accomplice, there was no trace of him, but he was definitely among the passengers.

Wang Xiaomin's cheeks turned red with anger, "You were next to me just now, and you were touching me, who were you?"

"Hey, you said that someone took your wallet, but you are baseless. Why don't you go search him for your wallet?" A middle-aged man suddenly said.

The wretched man had a smile on his face and opened his arms, "Here, you search. If you can't find it, don't blame me for being rude!"

After he obtained it, he must have transferred the stolen goods to his accomplices, so he looked confident.

Wang Xiaomin was immediately embarrassed. How could she, a big girl, search a man's body? She was choked for a moment and was speechless. She felt aggrieved, angry, and ashamed all intertwined and turned into tears.

But the carriage was full of people, and it seemed as if they couldn't see it. No one stood up to say something fair, and even the conductor turned a blind eye.

The tram suddenly slowed down and stopped next to a telegraph pole, arriving at the station.

As the conductor announced the station loudly, the door slowly opened.

The wretched man's face was full of pride and he joked, "Whether you want to search or not, I can get off at the station!"

Wang Xiaomin blocked the car door with her slender figure and said stubbornly, "I don't want the wallet anymore. Give me back the notebook inside!"

"I've never seen this book or wallet, let alone taken it. Get out of my way. Don't think that because you're a woman, I won't dare to do anything to you!" The wretched man suddenly showed his fierce look and slapped Wang Xiaomin.

Wang Xiaomin was so frightened that she subconsciously closed her eyes, but still did not move.

There was no crisp sound of slap, but the wretched man burst out with a scream.

Wang Xiaomin opened her eyes and saw a young man. He grabbed the wretched man's arm and pressed his face against the car window.

"It's you..." Wang Xiaomin didn't expect to meet Zhang Xuebing here, and she was overjoyed.

"Let go of your horse, I will kill you!" The wretched man struggled fiercely, but he could not break free from the iron-like hands.

Zhang Xuebing has been doing farm work since he was a child, and after more than ten years, he has developed muscles as strong as iron and steel. Ordinary people cannot compete with his huge strength.

The conductor suddenly scolded, "Are you going to get off the car or not? If you have something to do, go down and solve it. Don't delay our driving!"

Zhang Xuebing sneered and said nothing. Wang Xiaomin said angrily, "There is a thief in the car. This car should be driven to the security team!"

"Hmph, you said there are thieves wherever they are. You're young and you can't say enough. Let the car open and let the passengers get off. Don't delay our work!"

The conductor gave Wang Xiaomin a roll of his eyes.

The middle-aged man who had spoken before squeezed to the door and said eagerly, "You catch your thief, don't delay my return home. I'm still waiting for dinner at home, my dear, give me a break!"

Wang Xiaomin didn't want to delay others, so when she was about to open the door, Zhang Xuebing suddenly let go of the wretched man, blocked the door, pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted, "You are an accomplice of the thief, the wallet is on you!"

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale, then returned to normal, and he shouted anxiously, "That's nonsense, I'll fight for you!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and pushed Zhang Xuebing.

At this moment, the wretched man also came over with his numb arms shaking, and punched Zhang Xuebing's head, "This kid deserves a beating, let's show him some color today!"

Now that he had taken action, Zhang Xuebing stopped being polite and rushed forward suddenly, punching the wretched man in the lower abdomen.

The wretched man screamed and bent over like a cooked shrimp. His stomach was so painful that he even vomited out his breakfast.

"Be careful with the knife..." Wang Xiaomin pointed at the middle-aged man and screamed.

The bright butterfly and knife reflected the dazzling light. The middle-aged man had a murderous sneer on his lips and stabbed Zhang Xuebing's vital part in the lower back with the knife.

Zhang Xuebing had been on guard against this guy for a long time, just waiting for him to butterfly. When the knife reached his back, he suddenly turned around.

This guy grazed Zhang Xuebing's side with his knife and inserted it into the wretched man's thigh.

The wretched man's screams echoed throughout the carriage like he was killing a pig.

Zhang Xuebing kicked the middle-aged man in the lower back, stepped forward and pushed them both to the ground.

Then he rounded his hands and slapped the wretched man in the face, "I'll let you act like a hooligan, I'll let you steal things..."

When no one was paying attention, Zhang Xuebing stabbed the butterfly knife in and then turned it twice to teach this guy a lesson.

Just when Zhang Xuebing had the upper hand, a canvas bag hit him hard on the head, and various coins and coins flew everywhere.