"I..." Fatty Wang couldn't help but take action against one of his own, so he said sarcastically, "Forget it, harmony brings wealth! Harmony brings wealth!"
"It feels really good, it would be a shame not to fight." Qin Haodong grabbed the collar of the fake veteran and shouted to the onlookers, "If anyone is unhappy, you can come over and vent your anger, it's a free punching bag!"
"Damn liar, beat him to death!"
Four or five young people immediately rushed up from the crowd and punched and kicked the fake old man.
The fake old man couldn't bear the beating anymore, so he hurriedly asked Fatty Wang and Niu Er for help, "Second brother, eldest brother-in-law, help me, I'm going to be beaten to death."
Fatty Wang and Niu Er were shocked. They didn't expect that the fake old man could recruit them so easily. They quickly shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, we don't know you."
"You bastards, you didn't even try to save me." The fake old man was beaten until he was crawling all over the floor. He turned around and shouted to the old man next to him, "Dad, you have to take care of them if they don't care about me. If you beat me to death, you will have no future."
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At this time, people finally figured it out. It turned out that these four people were in a group and set up a trap to deceive people together.
"Beat him, these damn liars..."
"Beat them to death, and even the liars will die..."
Everyone in the antique industry knows that there is a rule, that is, you cannot return it if it is pierced. If you buy a fake, you can only blame your own lack of ethics. Everyone knows this.
But eye-catching is your own business. If you set up a trap to defraud people and make money, you will be hated by others. Therefore, people like Fatty Wang set up a trap, which immediately aroused public outrage.
Among the people watching, some had suffered losses from scammers and really hated scammers, while others were just having fun and taking advantage.
No matter what the reason was, they didn't stop them from rushing towards Fatty Wang and Niu Er and four others together, punching and kicking them, and the beating was very unpleasant and enjoyable.
Qin Haodong took a cheerful look at the chaotic scene. It was ridiculous that these people wanted to set up a trap to deceive him. They were just asking for trouble.
In the chaos, he left Fatty Wang's shop and continued walking along the antique street.
He left, but the people here did not stop. In an instant, Niu Er and others were beaten with black noses and swollen faces. Fortunately, the security guards from the antique street arrived in time and persuaded these people to leave, otherwise the development of Fatty Wang's antiques would continue.
The stores will be smashed down.
After these people left, Fatty Wang quickly closed the store door and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking back, he angrily said to the old man and the fake old man: "Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? You are the ones leading the donkeys, how come you have turned into donkeys?"
Niu Er, with a pair of panda eyes, also shouted angrily: "That's right, you should have quit when that fat sheep shouted 100,000, and we succeeded. Who knew that you two sticks would actually increase the price?"
The fake old Taoist said with a grimace: "I don't know what happened. My head may have cramped at that time, so I felt that this peach wood sword is the treasure of the Tianshi Sect, and I must buy it."
The old man also followed up and said: "I was the same at the time. I thought this was a big treasure and I had to buy it no matter how much money I spent. Maybe we deceived people too much and were too involved in acting."
"You invested your money, damn it, you father and son are both like hammers. You didn't make any money, and I was beaten like a grandson."
The more Fatty Wang talked, the angrier he became. He raised his foot and kicked the fake old man and the old man who had just gotten up to the ground again.
Niu Er grabbed the angry Fatty Wang and persuaded him: "Forget it, we have cooperated for so many years, and we are all relatives, so let's go."
"No, I can't swallow this tone of voice. I must find a way to teach that pretty boy a lesson."
Fatty Wang gasped and said.
The old man got up from the ground again and said: "Yes, we have been working for so many years and we have never suffered such a big loss. We must let that kid bleed some blood today."
The fake old Taoist said to Niu Er: "Second brother, you have the most ideas. Find a way to deal with that kid."
Niu Er's eyes narrowed and he said: "It's easy to deal with this kid. Since he can't fall for the game we played, let's give him a try."
Fatty Wang had calmed down at this time, thought for a while and said: "It's a good idea to touch porcelain, but we can't come forward like this now. Let's call the third child here. Not many people know him on the street, so let's
It is most appropriate for him to take action."
His idea was approved by everyone. Niu Er made a phone call, and soon a 30-year-old man with a crew cut came to the store. He was the third child that Fatty Wang just mentioned, and he was also a member of their fraud gang.
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Fatty Wang briefly told the third child what happened today, and then said: "Go and teach that boy a lesson. You must make him bleed, otherwise our brothers will not be able to swallow this breath."
"Don't worry, brother, I'm the best at touching porcelain." After the third child finished speaking, he touched a porcelain vase next to him and turned around to leave.
Niu Er grabbed him and said, "San'er, that boy is very clever. The target of the vase is too big, and it may not be easy to succeed. You can change it to something else."
The third child asked: "Second brother, what do you think is appropriate?"
Niu'er said to Fatty Wang, "Find San'er a smaller one that looks high-end but is actually not worth much."
Fatty Wang thought for a while and said, "Yes, the broken mirror you put away last time has been there for half a year and no one wants it, so let's take it."
After speaking, he took out an ancient mirror from under the counter. The surface of the mirror was about the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long at the back. It looked like a very old bronze color, but the material didn't look like copper.
Niu Er said: "Fat man, why did you take out this mirror? This may be a good thing."
"Bullshit, you spent 50 yuan to collect it. I spent 100 yuan on it and couldn't sell it for half a year. What good stuff can I get?"
Fatty Wang is obviously very resentful about this mirror.
The old man said: "Boy, you've got something wrong this time. We've looked at this thing with many experts, and we can't tell what it is. It's perfect to use it to touch porcelain."
"That's right, if you stay here, I'll get upset just looking at it."
Fatty Wang said as he put the mirror on the ground and kicked it up. A large piece of the mirror immediately deflated with a pop.
He picked it up again and brought it to the third child: "Take it, use this thing, and be sure to kill that kid hard."
"Don't worry, brother, I will definitely make that kid bleed profusely."
The third child said as he put the mirror in his arms, turned around and left the antique store.
Qin Haodong still walked along the antique street and looked at several stores in succession, but could not find a decent magic weapon.
At this time, two men walked towards each other. The one in front was about fifty years old. His beard had obviously not been shaved for a few days. He looked extremely weathered and had a sad expression on his face.
Behind him was a young man in his twenties, holding an incense burner about 20 centimeters in diameter in his arms.
The two people came to the antique shop in front of Qin Haodong. After entering, the middle-aged man asked: "Boss, do you want to accept the incense burner?"
"Of course."
The owner of this shop is a skinny old man in his 60s, with a goatee and small eyes that are not big but twinkling.
"How much does one cost?" the middle-aged man asked.
The old man smiled and said, "Brother, you are just a layman when you say this. This is an antique store, not buying Chinese cabbage. How much it costs depends on how good your stuff is. If it is really a good thing, I can do it for a million dollars."
Come on, if it’s junk, I don’t want a few dollars.”
The middle-aged man turned back to the young man and said, "Son, let the boss see our incense burner."
The young man agreed and sent the incense burner in his arms to the shop owner.
This is an iron three-legged incense burner with a diameter of about 20 centimeters. The surface of the incense burner is nothing special. The workmanship is rough and jerky. It seems that it has been buried in the ground for a long time. It is not very clean when wiped. There is also some fresh soil. Not only
It has no luster and is stained with rust. It looks very bad.
The boss walked around the incense burner and kept shaking his head, "How can this be an antique? It's worthless at all. You can only sell it for a few kilograms of pig iron at most."
Qin Haodong's eyes lit up when he saw it. This incense burner did not look good, but the spiritual energy coming out of it was rich, so it was definitely a good thing.
The middle-aged man shouted unwillingly: "How is it possible? This is a good thing left by my grandfather. I heard that my great-grandfather buried it in the ground to hide from the Japanese. My grandfather repeatedly told me before he died that this incense burner should be regarded as a family heirloom.
If the child's mother hadn't been ill and hospitalized, I would have been reluctant to dig it out and sell it."
The shop owner laughed for a while and said after laughing enough: "Are you here to tell me a story? Don't say this is what your grandfather left, even if it is what your ancestors left, it is just an iron-coated copper thing.
What’s it worth?”
The young man asked: "Boss, how much money can you give me? My mother is indeed being treated in the hospital and needs money urgently."
The shop owner stretched out a finger and said: "One hundred yuan, I don't want even one cent more."
"What, one hundred yuan? This is a treasure passed down from our family. I will never sell it for less than 100,000 yuan."
The middle-aged man immediately widened his eyes and looked quite unwilling.
But after he finished speaking, even the onlookers laughed. Just two to three hundred yuan for such an iron incense burner is already a sky-high price. Who can pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing?
The store owner also laughed evilly, and then said, "No matter whether your family is dead or sick, this thing is worthless. I have already shown you a kindness by giving you a hundred yuan. If I sell it to you, you will keep it. If I don't sell it, you will move."
Walk."
A flash of despair flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he shouted excitedly: "No, I have to sell this thing for 100,000, otherwise it won't be enough to treat the child's mother."
"You are really mentally ill!" the store owner said with a mocking look, "Even if your whole family is dead, this thing will never sell for 100,000 yuan. If anyone wants to pay for it, I will call him daddy."
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After he said this, someone in the crowd was unhappy, "If the boss doesn't buy it, you just say you won't buy it. They are also eager to use money to treat their illnesses, so why are you talking so shabbily!"
"That's right, you don't have any sympathy at all..."
Faced with many accusations, the store owner not only did not feel any guilt, but instead looked angry and said with a pulsating beard: "I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. If you have a kind heart, then you can buy it. I will keep my word, as long as someone offers 100,000 yuan."
I bought this piece of shit for 1 yuan, and I immediately called him daddy!"
In his opinion, this iron incense burner is not even considered an antique and can only be sold as scrap metal. No fool would pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted: "100,000 yuan, I want it!"