Brunei Street in the evening is the most lively time. Those who are interested in picking up items, like to join in the fun, or those who want to buy some special small items, just take a walk after dinner to look around.
Yang Zimei was wearing the ugly blue and white uniform of Nancheng Middle School. Her long black hair, which had always been let down, was tied into a high ponytail for convenience.
With her ordinary dress, she looks no different from other female middle school students.
She walked through the crowds on Brunei Street, taking a look at the stalls to see if there was anything she could miss.
It's a pity that they are all fakes or modern handicrafts with little value. The stall owners are just using their sharp tongue to deceive the onlookers, one by one.
She shook her head slightly and was about to go directly to Mo Xuan when she heard a noise not far away.
"I really didn't expect that this little brother, with your honest and honest face, would actually fool me with a fake thing, saying it was the Haotian Tower from the Han Dynasty. In fact, it was just a scrap of copper and iron. I will return the thing now.
You, please give me three thousand yuan back." An angry male voice yelled.
"Buying and selling is voluntary. It's because you don't have the ability to judge. How can you blame me?" Another voice also shouted.
"That's right, the test in our antique street is your eyesight. If you don't have eyesight, buy fake goods, and want to return them, how can we still get away with it? What if you pick up a big leak for 3,000 yuan, can we stall owners get it back?
"There was a stall owner nearby who helped me.
"That's right, with your eyesight and attitude, you still dare to pick up the leaks?"
"You...you are going too far...do you know who I am?"
"Then tell me who you are!"
"My uncle is the director of the Urban Management Bureau, I must let him punish you to death!"
"cut!"
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This scene is very familiar to Yang Zimei. He happened to see it in his previous life. It was the same scene. He did not expect that it would reappear in this life.
At that time, she also joined the crowd to watch the fun.
I remember that a man spent 3,000 yuan from a stall called Wednesday Books to buy a small iron tower that was dark and about ten centimeters high. Half a day later, he came back and said that Wednesday Books had sold him a fake.
Request a return.
Naturally, Wednesday Shu was unwilling, and the two started a dispute.
Finally, the man went back to bring in reinforcements, called a large group of urban management officials, and smashed up Wednesday Shu's stall.
Wednesday was too bookish, so he rushed forward to fight for his life. As a result, he was kicked in the chest by one of the urban management officials, which injured his internal organs. He vomited blood and died within a few days after returning home.
This incident caused a great sensation in Brunei Street...
Now that she has seen the case reenacted, she can't just watch Zhou Shu's ghost return to heaven.
Zhou Shujia has a seventy-year-old mother, a seriously ill wife, and two young children. After his death, the entire family support collapsed.
Because Yang Zimei experienced family destruction and death in his previous life, although Yang Zimei did not have a Bodhisattva heart, he could not bear to see the tragedy happen like this.
So, she squeezed in and saw that the two were already about to fight.
Her eyes fell on the small iron tower that was the culprit, and her eyes lit up.
The appearance of the small iron tower is obviously old, and the workmanship is poor. Anyone with a little bit of discernment and appreciation can tell that it is an old object.
However, when she observed it with her heavenly eyes, she had a completely different look.