The scene delivered a shock to the old man that was no less explosive than an atomic bomb detonating beside him.
The old man had been hawking his wares for many years and, on seeing the market inspectors—like a mouse facing a cat—he had only ever seen vendors grovel and ingratiate themselves to the inspectors. Never had he witnessed them apologizing to a vendor.
What was even more extraordinary was that the person offering the apology was the bureau chief.
For a moment, the old man was at a loss for words.
He stammered, "Chief... Chief Sir, I... I won't ever set up my stall haphazardly again, I... I know I was wrong..."
"Elder, don't we have the Starlight Night Market in our Qingling District? It's there for you folks to set up your stands. Why don't you go there?"
Chen Fang asked curiously.
The old man glanced at Gu Hang.
A bit hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Yu Zhengchuan stepped forward and said, "Elder, this gentleman is the Secretary-General of our city government."
