"I …" Fatty Wang couldn't beat his own people. He said embarrassedly, "Forget it. Peace makes money! Peace makes money! "
"It feels really good. It's a pity not to beat him." Qin Haodong grabbed the collar of the fake old Taoist and shouted to the onlookers, "Is there anyone who is in a bad mood? You can come here to vent your anger. It's a free vent!"
"Damn liar, beat him to death!"
Four or five young people immediately rushed up from the crowd and punched and kicked the fake old Taoist.
The fake old Taoist couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly asked Fatty Wang and Niuer for help, "Second brother, brother-in-law, help me. I'm going to be beaten to death."
Fatty Wang and Niuer were shocked. They didn't expect that the fake old Taoist would find them so easily. They hurriedly cried, "Don't talk nonsense. We don't know you."
"Bastard, you don't even help me." The fake old Taoist was beaten to crawl on the ground. He turned his head and shouted to the old man next to him, "Dad, they don't care about me. You have to care about me. If you beat me to death, you will have no descendants."
At this time, people finally figured out that these four people were all in a group and set up a trap here to cheat people.
"Beat him, these damn liars …"
"Beat them to death. Liars will die a horrible death …"
There was a rule in the antique circle, that is, you can't return a fake one. If you buy a fake one, you can only blame yourself. Everyone knew this.
But it was their own business to make a mistake. If they set up a trap to cheat people of money, they would be hated. Therefore, Fatty Wang and others immediately aroused public anger when they set up a trap.
Among the onlookers, some had suffered losses from liars and really hated liars. Some were just joking and taking advantage of them.
Whatever the reason, it didn't prevent them from rushing to Fatty Wang and Niuer, punching and kicking them. They were very happy.
Qin Haodong took a look at the chaotic scene with a smile. It was ridiculous that these people wanted to set up a trap to cheat him. They were asking for trouble.
In the chaos, he left Fatty Wang's shop and continued to walk along the antique street.
He left, but the people here did not stop. In a flash, Niuer and others were beaten black and blue. Fortunately, the security guards of the antique street came in time and persuaded these people to leave. Otherwise, Fatty Wang's antique shop would be smashed.
After these people left, Fatty Wang hurriedly closed the door of the shop. Only then did he feel relieved.
He turned around and said angrily to the old man and the fake old Taoist, "Did you f * cking get kicked in the head by a donkey? You are the ones leading the donkey, how did you become a donkey?"
Niuer, with a pair of panda eyes, also shouted angrily, "That's right. When that fat sheep bid 100,000, you should have withdrawn, and we would have succeeded. Who knew that you two idiots would still raise the price?"
The fake old Taoist priest said with a bitter face, "I don't know what happened either. I might have had a cramp in my head at that time. I just felt that this peach wood sword was the most precious treasure of the Tian Shi Sect and I had to buy it."
The old man also said, "I was the same at the time. I thought it was a big treasure, and I had to buy it no matter how much it cost. Maybe we've cheated too many people, and we've been too engrossed in our acting."
"Engrossed my ass. Damn it, you and your father are both stupid. You didn't earn the money in your hands, and I was beaten like a grandson because of you."
The more Fatty Wang said, the angrier he became. He raised his foot and kicked the fake old Taoist priest and the old man, who had just got up, to the ground again.
Niuer pulled the angry Fatty Wang and advised, "Forget it, we have been cooperating for so many years, and we are all relatives. Let's forget it."
"No, I can't swallow it. I must find a way to teach that little white face a lesson."
Fatty Wang gasped and said.
The old man got up from the ground again and said, "Yes, we have worked for so many years, and we have never suffered such a big loss. Today we must make that guy pay some blood."
The fake old Taoist priest said to Niuer, "Second brother, you have the most ideas. Think of a way to deal with that guy."
Niuer blinked his small eyes and said, "It's easy to deal with this guy. Since he doesn't fall into our trap, let's blackmail him."
Fatty Wang had calmed down at this time. He thought for a moment and said, "Blackmail is a good way, but we can't show up now. Call Lao San. There are not many people on this street who know him. It's best to let him do it."
His idea was approved by everyone. Niuer made a phone call, and soon a man in his 30s with a flattop came to the shop. He was Lao San, who had just been mentioned by Fatty Wang, and was also a member of their fraud gang.
Fatty Wang briefly told Lao San what happened today, and then said, "You go and teach that guy a lesson. Be sure to make him pay some blood, or we can't swallow it."
"Don't worry, big brother. I'm the best at blackmail." Lao San picked up a porcelain vase next to him and turned to leave.
Niuer grabbed him and said, "San, that guy is very clever. The vase is too big a target. It may not be easy to get it. You can change something else."
Lao San asked, "Second brother, what do you think is appropriate?"
Niuer said to Fatty Wang, "You find a smaller one for San, one that looks high-grade but is actually worthless."
Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the broken mirror you collected last time has been there for half a year and no one wants it. Let's take it."
After saying that, he took out an ancient mirror from under the counter. The mirror was about the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long at the back. It looked very old and bronze-colored, but the material did not seem to be copper.
Niuer said, "Fatty, why did you give up this mirror? It may be a good thing."
"Bullshit. You bought it for 50 yuan, and I spent 100 yuan for half a year to sell it. How can it be a good thing?"
Fatty Wang was obviously very resentful of this mirror.
The old man said, "Lao Er, you've seen it this time. We've asked many experts to see it, but they can't see what it is. It's perfect to blackmail someone."
"That's right. I'm upset when I look at it."
Fatty Wang said as he put the mirror on the ground and kicked it. A large piece of the mirror immediately deflated with a puchi sound.
He picked it up again and gave it to Lao San. "Take it. Use this thing and go. We must make sure that the kid is ruthlessly killed."
"Don't worry, big brother. I'll make that guy pay a lot."
Lao San said as he put the mirror in his arms and turned to leave the antique shop.
Qin Haodong still walked along the antique street and looked at several shops in a row, but he did not find a decent magic weapon.
At this time, two men came to him. The one in front was about 50 years old. He obviously hadn't shaved for several days. He looked very old and sad.
Behind him was a strong young man in his twenties, holding an incense burner about 20 centimeters in diameter in his arms.
They came to the antique shop in front of Qin Haodong. After entering the door, the middle-aged man asked, "Boss, do you accept the incense burner?"
"Of course."
The owner of the shop was a thin old man in his sixties with a goatee. His small eyes were not big, but they were flickering.
"How much is it?" The middle-aged man asked.
The old man smiled and said, "Big brother, you're a layman. This is an antique shop, not cabbages." "How much you pay depends on your things. If they are really good things, I can pay you millions. If they are junk, I don't want them."
The middle-aged man turned to the young man and said, "Son, let the boss see our incense burner."
The young man agreed and sent the incense burner in his arms to the boss.
It was an iron three-legged incense burner with a diameter of about 20 centimeters. The surface of the incense burner was not special. The craftsmanship was rough. It seemed that it had been buried underground for a long time. It was not very clean. There was some fresh soil on it. It was not only lusterless but also rusty. It looked very bad.
The boss walked around the incense burner and kept shaking his head. "It's not an antique at all. It's not valuable at all. At most, it can be sold for a few kilograms of pig iron."
Qin Haodong's eyes lit up when he saw it. The incense burner did not look good, but the Spiritual Qi coming out of it was rich. It was definitely a good thing.
The middle-aged man cried unwillingly, "How is it possible? This is a good thing left by my grandfather. I heard that my great-grandfather hid it underground to avoid the Japanese." "Before my grandfather died, he repeatedly told me that this incense burner should be passed down as a family heirloom. If it weren't for the child's mother being ill and hospitalized, I wouldn't have dug it up and sold it."
The shopkeeper burst into laughter. When he was done laughing, he said, "Are you here to tell me a story? Not to mention that it was left by your grandfather, even if it was left by your ancestors, it's just something made of iron and copper. How much can it be worth? "
The young man asked, "Boss, how much do you think you can pay? My mother is really in the hospital, and she needs money urgently. "
The boss stretched out a finger and said, "One hundred yuan. I don't want more."
"What? One hundred yuan? This is our family heirloom. I won't sell it for less than 100,000 yuan. "
The middle-aged man immediately widened his eyes and looked quite unwilling.
However, after he finished speaking, even the onlookers laughed. Two or three hundred yuan was already a sky-high price for such an iron incense burner. Who would pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing?
The shop owner also laughed sinisterly. After laughing, he said, "I don't care if someone in your family is dead or sick, this thing is worthless. I'm already being very kind by giving you 100 yuan. If you want to sell it, you can stay. If not, you can move out."
A flash of despair flashed across the middle-aged man's face. He cried with excitement, "No, I must sell it for 100,000 yuan, or it won't be enough to treat my child's mother."
"You're really out of your mind!" The boss said with a sarcastic face, "Even if your whole family dies, this thing will never be sold for 100,000 yuan. If anyone wants to pay for it, I'll call him father!"
After he said this, someone in the crowd was unhappy. "If the boss doesn't want to buy it, just say it. He is also in urgent need of money for treatment. Why are you so mean?"
"That's right. Why don't you have any sympathy at all …"
In the face of so many accusations, the boss did not feel guilty at all. On the contrary, he looked angry. His beard twitched and he said, "I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist. If you are kind, you can buy it. I mean what I say. As long as someone pays 100,000 yuan for this rotten thing, I'll immediately call him father!"
In his opinion, this iron incense burner was not even an antique. It could only be sold as scrap iron. Even a fool would not pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing.
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