Song Yi's face darkened, and as soon as she saw Long Xiaoshan, her buttocks felt a dull pain.
Although the injury has long since healed.
However, it was definitely the first time in Song Yi's life that Long Xiaoshan hung her hands upside down and slapped her butt hard... and it was the most unforgettable one, so much so that she often dreamed of that shameful scene over and over again every night.
What makes her even more ashamed is that every time she wakes up from a dream, she has to wash her underwear, so now that she saw Long Xiaoshan, she almost turned around and left immediately.
But the employee said that Long Xiaoshan dropped Song porcelain worth more than one million yuan. She looked down and saw that there were indeed pieces of porcelain on the ground. Song Yi said with a bad face: "Why did you drop my porcelain?"
"Hey, it's not that it's too difficult to meet you, Sister Song, and I didn't make an appointment, so I had to make this decision." Long Xiaoshan sighed.
Song Yi's face turned livid with anger: "You threw more than one million worth of porcelain from me just because you wanted to see me. If I didn't come out, would you have set my house on fire?"
Song Yi is so angry.
This is simply insane. There are many ways to see her, but Long Xiaoshan chose the most retarded method.
"Song Yi, don't be angry, I will compensate you for the money for the porcelain." Bai Susu said quickly.
Song Yi became even more angry when she saw Bai Susu. The relationship between her and Bai Susu was not good in the first place, and the knot was still there. She was just generally angry when Bai Susu didn't speak, but she was particularly angry when Bai Susu spoke.
"Okay, you pay immediately. Don't you have money? Pay three times, or I will let the police arrest you for vandalism." Song Yi said loudly.
Bai Susu was choked and speechless. She had some money, but she couldn't afford to just take out millions.
"Aunt Su, let me make amends."
Long Xiaoshan rubbed his hands and walked towards Song Yi, laughing, his eyes falling on Song Yi's round buttocks.
Song Yi saw him rubbing his palms with evil intentions, and seemed to feel his big palm-like hands hitting her butt hard. She couldn't help but take two steps back, with a trace of panic on her face and said shyly: "You, you
What do you want to do?
Everyone in Song Shizhai looked at each other. They had never seen their domineering president look so scared. This young man didn't look fierce, at most he was strong. Why did Song Yi show such a rabbit-like expression?
"I didn't do anything, Sister Song. Didn't you ask me to compensate you? I'll compensate you." Long Xiaoshan rubbed his hands, took out his wallet, took out a thousand yuan from his pocket, and said, "Three times is enough.
, there are so many, no need to look for them.”
"You're crazy." Song Yi saw the pieces of money and a few black lines coming out of her head, and said, "You thought you threw a bowl. That's Song porcelain from an official kiln. It's an antique and is worth more than a hundred dollars."
Ten thousand."
"It's just a fake. Sister Song, we are so familiar, you won't blackmail me, right?" Long Xiaoshan curled his lips and said.
"Fake." Song Yi frowned and said angrily: "Long Xiaoshan, although we know each other, please don't talk nonsense. I, Song Shizhai, have been established for more than thirty years and have never sold fakes. This is known to the entire Hechuan City.
, if you dare to ruin my reputation, Song Shizhai, I will never be done with you."
"Dr. Song, it's better to call the police quickly." An old man in his fifties with a beard and round-rimmed glasses also quickly stood up and scolded.
Long Xiaoshan walked to the side of the broken porcelain in a few steps, picked up one of the base fragments, came to Song Yi, rubbed it with his hands and said: "I don't understand antiques, but I think the porcelain powder inside is obviously from the past hundred years.
The product is definitely not a product of the Song Dynasty."
Song Yi took it and looked at it carefully.
Gradually, his face also changed.
She has been dealing with antiques since she was a child, so she is naturally an expert in this field.
Although she couldn't see anything wrong with this Song porcelain at first, but now after it was broken and the inside of the porcelain was exposed, she could see some differences. If it was really a fake, sold, and then discovered by the buyer, then Song Shizhai's
The reputation was ruined.
She did not dare to neglect this matter, and quickly shouted: "Master Qiu, Master Yang, come and evaluate it."
Two old men wearing long robes came over, one was an old man with a round face, and the other was the old man with a round goatee.
The two men checked it out.
The round-faced old man said: "Song Dynasty President, this porcelain may be aged from the porcelain of the Republic of China. It was originally an imitation of the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, so it is difficult to tell after it is aged."
The old man with the goatee said: "I think this guy may have switched the package on purpose."
"Sister Song, not only this one, but the seven antiques here are all fakes." Long Xiaoshan ignored Goatee's duties and pointed at the counter.
"Are you sure?" Song Yi's expression changed.
The old man with round-frame glasses next to him showed a hint of panic in his eyes and said, "Impossible, Director Song, don't let this kid fool you."
"Why are you so nervous?" Long Xiaoshan looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Wouldn't we tell if it's a fake or if it's a fake, or do you have a guilty conscience?"
"You, you are talking nonsense." The old man with the goatee said loudly.
Song Yi frowned, crossed the goatee old man's face, and said, "Take it out."
The seven antiques were taken out from the counter.
Song Yi scanned the seven antiques. From the appearance, she couldn't tell which one was fake. Even the round-faced old man couldn't tell after looking at it. The goatee said sternly: "Director Song, this guy is fake."
I'm trying to make things up, these are definitely not fakes, Mr. Song, be careful..."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, Long Xiaoshan smashed another clay pot.
Goatee yelled at the security guard: "What are you looking at? Why don't you arrest this kid quickly?"
"Don't worry." Long Xiaoshan dodged the security guard's hand, picked up a fragment of a clay pot and handed it to Song Yi: "Look at the material inside."
Song Yi's face darkened.
Bang! Bang!
Long Xiaoshan dropped all seven pieces of porcelain as if he were bowls, which made the people around him tremble with fear. They were all antiques priced at hundreds of thousands or millions.
The expression of the old man with the goatee became worse and worse, and he had involuntarily stepped back.
Long Xiaoshan passed through the crowd, grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"
"I, can't I go to the toilet?" the old man with the goatee said with a stern expression.
"Don't rush there, why don't you explain?"
"I have nothing to explain."
Song Yi raised her head and said with cold eyes: "Master Yang, I remember that you recently recovered these antiques."
"Director Song, I really don't know. Maybe I saw it wrong. These antiques look too fake to be real." Master Yang said, his eyes flickering uneasily.
"If you don't want to tell the truth, then I'll help you." Long Xiaoshan took out the golden needle and inserted it between his eyebrows with lightning speed.
Master Yang's eyes suddenly became empty.
"Tell me, did you get these fakes in?"
Master Yang said mechanically: "Yes, it was Director Feng from Haiyu Pavilion who gave me three million to help with this. Then he sent people to buy the fakes, exposed them, and blackmailed Director Song."
