"The two of them are in the same group, so they naturally help her to speak. Oh, my life is so miserable. My man is going to die, the bowl is broken, everything is gone, I still have nothing left to live in this world.
What’s the point, let me die.”
After saying that, she stood up, lowered her head and was about to hit a pillar next to her.
Fortunately, someone else caught her in time.
"Let me die, let me die. If you don't believe me, you can go and find out the information. Last time, we had a set of antique copper basins at home. I was stupid and didn't understand, so this girl almost defrauded me of 100 million yuan.
I went to recover the 100 million for the antiques, but she held a grudge in her heart. My neighbors all know these things. You can go to Dongzhi Street to find out..."[
The aunt with disheveled hair cried, "I took the 100 million to treat my man's illness, but I was deceived by a scammer. So I just wanted to sell the last antique bowl. Who knew that when I met this girl again, she would
You have a grudge and don’t want to give me a way to survive, so you break my bowl, oh oh, let me kill you, none of you can stop me..."
When everyone heard this, they all looked at Yang Zimei with strange eyes.
In people's subconscious minds, they will always favor the weak.
What's more, when I heard that Yang Zimei actually wanted to defraud an ignorant woman of antiques worth 100 million, I naturally believed this aunt.
Yang Zimei looked at the aunt's directing and acting with cold eyes.
Xia Mo was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She pulled the uncle selling barbecue forks next to her and asked, "Uncle, you saw it just now. Did she break the bowl herself?"
The uncle didn't want to cause trouble, so he shook his head and said, "I was counting the money just now, and I didn't see anything."
"you……"
Xia Mo was furious when he saw that he refused to testify.
When the aunt saw that no one was willing to testify against Yang Zimei, a proud and cunning look flashed in her eyes.
She knew that Yang Zimei was rich and should be thin-skinned. If she was troubled like this, she would definitely spend some money to get over it.
"Okay! Don't worry!"
Yang Zimei comforted Xia Mo, looked at the aunt and said, "You keep saying that I broke your bowl. There should be my fingerprints on the bowl. Now I will call the police and let the police handle it. If the police say that I was on it,
Fingerprints, then I will compensate you for this bowl of money
Of course, these fragments can be identified by antique appraisers to see if they are antiques. If so, I will compensate according to the market price. If not, aunt, I will pursue your legal liability for slander and defamation and take it to court. You have to compensate me.
Mental damages."
When the aunt heard this, her face turned pale.
Yang Zimei had never touched this bowl just now, so naturally there were no fingerprints on it.
She wasn't sure if this bowl was an antique, but she dug it out from the corner of the wall. She didn't understand anything.
If you really go to court, you may be the one who suffers the loss.
No, she would never be willing to steal the chicken and lose the rice like this.
She blinked her eyes and started to mess up her hair again. She cried with an expression even more unfair than Dou E's, "I knew you were rich and had a strong background, and those police courts would help you give false evidence."
,woo woo,
In this world, we poor people have no way to survive. Wuwu, June Feishuang, I am full of grievances and have no place to cry. Wuwu, call the police and let them collude with you to frame me, a poor woman...
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The onlookers are not children, so they naturally know that in this world, if you have power, you can go to police and court.
