523. Chapter 523 Returning the goods and making a fuss
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Yang Zimei was not sure about Lin Qingmei, so she told her master and went straight to Brunei Street.
There were many people holding antiques in their hands around the door of Moxuan.
In the past, everyone would queue up neatly with the things they bought, waiting for Song Xuan to help identify them.
Now, they are standing in a mess, with various expressions on their faces. Most of them are angry and shouting that they want to return the goods.
On that day, Song Xuan made a promise that items sold in the store could be returned within one year.
Nowadays, these people are generally worried that they have bought fake goods, so they all come to ask for returns.
Yang Zimei squeezed in and saw Lin Qingmei and the workers in the store looking anxious.
"Everyone, our store is temporarily short of funds. Please wait a few days and we will definitely handle the return for you. Please don't be anxious."
Lin Qingmei said with a suppressed face.
"In a few days? In a few days, you may have left. Even if no one has left, the store will be closed. Will they still handle returns for us? Are you kidding? Return the goods to us immediately. Otherwise, we will
Just smash this store."
A man shouted in a rough voice.
Others agreed one after another.
The antiques in their hands are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. If they are really fakes, they will lose money, so they will never let go of this opportunity to return them.
Lin Qingmei was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her face was pale, she was sweating, and she put her hand on her stomach.
Yang Zimei hurriedly walked over and supported her, "Sister Qingmei, I'm here."
As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grabbed her hand and asked anxiously: "Xiao Mei, how is Song Xuan?"
"Don't worry, I've asked the police station to take care of him. Mr. Song will be fine."
Yang Zimei asked Lin Qingmei to sit down.
"They all want to return the goods?"
Yang Zimei looked at the noisy people in front of him and frowned.
"Yes." Lin Qingmei nodded feebly, "Such a large number of shipments require at least three million in cash. Now, we can only withdraw one million in cash."
"It's okay, I have it!"
Yang Zimei looked around the noisy crowd, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, you can return the goods if you want. Please line up and come one by one. If you dare to make a scene, don't blame me for being rude."
"Who are you?" A man asked disdainfully, "Are you able to help us return the goods?"
"I am Mr. Song's disciple. Since I can speak out, I will naturally be able to help you handle returns." Yang Zimei said.
"She's deceiving people, don't believe her!"
someone in the crowd shouted.
Yang Zimei saw that the man was deliberately causing trouble, and he didn't have any antiques in his hands.
Her eyes turned cold, and she looked like a ghost. She quickly rushed into the crowd, grabbed the man directly, threw him in the air a few times, and then let him land firmly on the ground.
Everyone was stunned when they saw that she, a little girl, could toss a big man around like a toy.
The man was so dizzy by her throw that he fell to the ground.
"I said, if anyone still wants to cause trouble, I won't be polite." She glanced at everyone with cold eyes and ordered in a cold tone, "Get in line immediately!"
The others looked at the man on the ground, no one wanted to be tossed around like a toy, and looking at the pretty, delicate girl in front of them, she exuded a certain aura that made them
They felt a sense of shock, so they lined up obediently.