Yang Zimei was not assured of Lin Qingmei, so she told Master and went straight to Brunei Street.
Mo Xuan's door was around a lot of people holding antique objects.
In the past, everyone was holding their own things, lined up regularly, waiting for Song Xuan to help identify.
Now, they are standing messy, with a variety of expressions on their faces, most of them are angry, and their mouths are screaming to return the goods. [
On the same day, Song Xuan once promised that what the store sold in the store can be returned within one year.
Now these people are generally worried about buying fake goods, and they all run over and call the return.
Yang Zi's eyebrows squeezed in, and I saw Lin Qingmei and the living plan in the shop anxious.
"Everyone, the funds in our store are temporarily scarce. Please wait a few days, and we will definitely apply for you. Please don't be anxious."
Lin Qingmei's face flushed.
"A few days later? Maybe a few days later, maybe you have run away. Even if there is no runner, this shop will be closed, and will you get a return for us? What is the joke?
Just smashed this shop. "
A man shouted roughly.
Others have echo.
The antiques in their hands are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. In case they are really fakes, they are lost, so they will never take the opportunity to return the goods in front of them.
Lin Qingmei was about to cry, her face was pale, sweaty, and stroked her stomach.
Yang Zimei hurriedly passed and helped her, "Sister Qingmei, I'm here."
When Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grabbed her hand and asked anxiously: "Little eyebrows, how about Song Xuan?"
"Don't worry, I have called the police station to take care of him, Mr. Song will be good."
Yang Zimei asked Lin Qingmei to sit down.
"They all want to return?"
Yang Zimei looked at the noisy person in front of him, frowning.
"Um." Lin Qingmei nodded in powerlessly, "So much of the goods, at least 3 million cash needed, now we can only withdraw one million cash."
"It's okay, I have it!"
Yang Zimei inspected the noisy crowd, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, you can return the goods, please line up, come one by one, if you dare to be noisy, don't blame me to be polite." [[[[[[[[[
"Who are you?" A man asked disdain, "Are you able to help us return the goods?"
"I am the disciple of Mr. Song. Since I can say export, I naturally have the ability to help you get a return." Yang Zi eyebrows.
"Flicing people, don't believe her!"
Someone in the crowd called.
Yang Zimei saw that that person had deliberately made trouble, and he didn't have any antiques in his hands.
Her eyes were cold, her body was like a ghost, and she quickly rushed into the crowd, pulled the man directly, threw a few throws in the air, and then let him land steadily.
When everyone saw a little girl, she could actually throw a big man like a toy, stunned.
The man was dizzy by her and planted on the ground.
"I said, whoever wants to make trouble, I won't be polite." Her eyes swept everyone with a cold look, "immediately lined up with me!"
Others looked at the man on the ground, and no one wanted to let themselves be thrown away as a toy, and looked at the beautiful, soft and weak girl in front of them. At this time
They have a sense of deterrent, so they obediently lined up.