Nan Tianlong was a steady, hardworking man. He carried a huge log by himself and began driving piles, having just sunk the wooden stake in his hands into the ground. Suddenly, someone muttered, "Why does our plot seem a lot smaller than theirs?"
Everyone froze and compared it with the stall opposite them. It did seem much smaller, apparently lacking a full third of the area. Mu Bing frowned. "Everyone paid the same amount. By rights, the allocated stalls should be the same size. It has always been this way in the past. Tianlong, what's going on?"
Nan Tianlong, who had just picked up another huge wooden stake, was startled by this. With a clang, he threw down what he was holding and scratched his head awkwardly. "Master, I'll go take a look." He strode out into the stream of people passing shoulder to shoulder along the temporary street, then widened his eyes and headed for the neighboring stall.
The others exchanged speechless looks, having no idea what was happening.
At that moment, Nan Tianlong's furious roar suddenly came from next door. "Qi Fengsheng, give us our space back! I paid the money, so what right does your Bada Chamber of Commerce have to occupy our spot?" The flow of people on the temporary street immediately stalled, and everyone turned to look this way. Mu Bing and Mu Tianjiao's expressions changed drastically. A slightly plump man emerged from next door, followed by two others. Nan Tianlong trailed behind them in a rage, endlessly shouting, "Qi Fengsheng, give us our space back..."
Qi Fengsheng could not even be bothered to acknowledge Nan Tianlong. Twirling the thin, short mustache above his lips, he stared at Mu Bing and chuckled mockingly. "President Mu, you people are few in number anyway, so why occupy