A person's limit had to be forced out. For example, when Yuan Zhou ran in the morning, his speed was definitely not as fast as it was now.
However, at this moment, the matter of the 100 yuan was at stake. Yuan Zhou's speed was extremely fast. In other words, he was like an arrow released from a bow. He turned into a black shadow and sprinted towards the elite man.
Yuan Zhou's eyesight was very good. Strictly speaking, his five senses were extremely sensitive. However, if it was any other object, Yuan Zhou might not be able to distinguish the real from the fake at this distance.
However, the money was different. From his angle, he could tell that the money in the elite man's hand was fake money from the seventh version of Dian Province. He was that confident and certain.
"Wait," Yuan Zhou shouted in a loud and clear voice.
Yuan Zhou stopped the elite man. Hearing this, the elite man turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhou strangely. The latter took out the money.
"This money is from you?" Although Yuan Zhou's words were a question, he said it in a very certain tone.
The elite man was about 30 years old. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. From his appearance, he seemed to be from the middle class. Therefore, Yuan Zhou first wanted to know if this person had done it on purpose or if he himself had not noticed it.
"Maybe, maybe, probably." The elite man's expression did not change, but his tone was ambiguous.
Yuan Zhou raised the fake money and said, "This money is fake. You just used this money to buy figs from an old man."
"Let's not talk about whether this money is mine or not. A transaction has to be made clear on the spot. Now that you're looking for me after the transaction, does this have anything to do with you?" the elite man asked.
The elite man's tone had a sense of fearlessness and shamelessness.
Hearing this, Yuan Zhou's face was filled with anger. This meant that the elite man had used the fake 100 yuan note to buy the old man's figs.
It was also on purpose. He was taking advantage of the old man's poor eyesight or low wariness.
Moreover, in the elite man's words, there was a hint of "Even if it's me, what can you do to me?"
Yuan Zhou knew that for the old man who sold the figs, this was almost the main income of his family. He still had to raise his little granddaughter to study. To his family, 100 yuan was really not a small amount.
As for the elite man in front of him, even the skin on his body was just a facade. But for a young elite with hands and feet, what was a hundred yuan? Was it a form of entertainment, or was it part of his income?
Or something else.
Whatever it was, it made Yuan Zhou very angry.
"That's my grandpa. Do you think it's none of my business?" Yuan Zhou directly retorted.
Once he said that, the elite stared at Yuan Zhou with his eyes wide open. Then, he said with a tone of "You're lying", "I know you. You're Boss Yuan, a restaurant owner. You don't even have a family. Where is your grandfather from?"
Yuan Zhou was too famous. In other places, people might not be able to recognize Yuan Zhou so quickly. But in the vicinity of Taoxi Road, there were very few people who didn't recognize Yuan Zhou.
The elite man knew Yuan Zhou very well and he also knew the popular version of Yuan Zhou's family background. He was a young man who didn't depend on his parents and was self-reliant.
"Ho Ho. Grandpa is alone in the world. You are my grandpa. Do I have to report our relationship to you?" Yuan Zhou revealed a sneer on his face, looking extremely cold.
"That has nothing to do with me. You can't talk about the money. How can you say it's mine?" The elite man paused for a while and then continued to act shamelessly.
"You might not know this, but since Taoxi Road became more prosperous recently, every street here has a Sky Eye." Yuan Zhou said.
"Eh …" The elite man frowned. Just when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Yuan Zhou.
"Unfortunately, there's a Sky Eye right above the place where you set up the stall. I guess it captured your face clearly when you used the fake money just now." Yuan Zhou said calmly and affirmatively.
"Humph. I don't want to talk with you. I'm leaving." The elite man turned around and was about to leave before he finished his words.
What a joke. Chengdu was so big. Even if he got the money, so what? Once he left, how could he find him? Even if it was illegal to use fake money, he couldn't be caught in such a short time.
Therefore, the elite man turned around and prepared to leave without thinking.
However, Yuan Zhou reacted quickly. He pinched the elite man's arm and pressed his thumb on the radial side of the back of the forearm. This position was called Shisanli, which was the most painful acupoint on the hand.
Yuan Zhou's action was fast, accurate and especially powerful. Therefore, the elite man immediately screamed.
"Hiss. It hurts. What are you doing?" The elite man's face twisted in pain. He turned his head and stared at Yuan Zhou angrily.
"I'm a chef." Yuan Zhou said lightly without changing his expression.
"Who doesn't know you are a chef? Why are you grabbing me?" The elite man tried his best to pull his arm back. However, he couldn't exert any strength at all. Moreover, the more he struggled, the more pain he felt.
"Oh. You can't leave now. I'm a chef and I know the endurance of the ingredients. So don't worry. Your arm is not broken." The words of Yuan Zhou were especially cruel.
Once the elite man heard that, he looked at Yuan Zhou in surprise. When he saw him take out his phone, he couldn't help saying, "I've told you. The money might not be mine. Besides, he's not your biological grandpa."
"Wait." Yuan Zhou's eyes were cold. He was holding the phone and typing quickly.
That's right. Actually, Yuan Zhou was just like what he said. He was just a chef and didn't know anything about the law. Therefore, he was asking for help in the group chat.
This group was the Yuanzhou shop group chat.
[What kind of legal responsibility does one have to bear for using fake money of 100 yuan intentionally? Does anyone in the group study law?] From Boss Yuan, Big Tax Payer.
When Yuan Zhou grabbed the elite man, he had already sent this message. However, strangely, nobody in the group replied. Not even Wuhai, Manman and the others who were usually active didn't reply.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou looked at the elite man with an even colder expression.
"Um. I'd better call the police at this time. The police uncle should know." Yuan Zhou thought expressionlessly. Then, he dialed the number 110.
Hearing Yuan Zhou tell him his specific location and the things he had encountered, the elite man almost collapsed.
"Are you kidding me? Yuan Zhou, Boss Yuan. It's only 100 yuan. There's no need to call the police. Your restaurant is so unscrupulous. A dish of Egg Fried Rice costs more than 100 yuan. Why are you still so calculative?" the elite man said.
"Egg Fried Rice costs 188 yuan per serving." Yuan Zhou said calmly.
"Eh … Look. It's more than 100 yuan. If the police come, I'll sue you for assault."
"Look at my hand. I can't even move it. It must be broken. It hurts so much." The elite man pointed at his arm and said.
The elite man was obviously afraid of the police. He muttered incessantly and even threatened Yuan Zhou.
Obviously, the elite man didn't dare to make a move on Yuan Zhou. After all, Yuan Zhou was also a celebrity. It wouldn't be worth it if he made the first move.
However, just when Yuan Zhou was about to speak, a large number of footsteps came from afar.
Yuan Zhou turned his head and found a group of people walking towards them. The people walking in the front were dressed in police uniforms. Beside them were many men and women dressed in well-ironed business suits who looked solemn and capable.
At a rough glance, there were about 20 to 30 people. Among them was Wuhai who didn't reply. He was very conspicuous. He was wearing what looked like pajamas and was striding towards Yuan Zhou.
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