Chapter 85 Feels Good

"I..." Fatty Wang couldn't do anything to his own people, he said embarrassingly, "Forget it, peace makes money! Peace makes money!"

"It feels really good, it's a pity not to fight." Qin Haodong grabbed the collar of the fake Laodao and shouted to the onlookers, "Anyone who is in a bad mood, you can come and let out your anger, a free punching bag!"

"Dead liar, kill him!"

Four or five young people immediately rushed up from the crowd, punching and kicking the fake old man.

The fake Laodao couldn't stand being beaten, so he hurriedly asked Fatty Wang and Niu Er for help, "Second brother, eldest brother-in-law, help, I'm going to be beaten to death."

Fatty Wang and Niu Er were taken aback. They didn't expect the fake Laodao to recruit them so easily. They hurriedly shouted, "Don't talk nonsense, we don't know you."

"Bastards, you can't help me." The fake old man was beaten and crawled all over the floor, turned his head and shouted to the old man next to him, "Dad, they don't care about me, you have to control me, if you kill me, you will never end. "

At this time, people figured it out. It turned out that these four people were all in a group, and they set up a scam to deceive people here.

"Hit him, these damn liars..."

"Kill them to death, the liar will not die..."

Everyone in the antiques industry knows that there is a rule, that is, you can't return it if you get a hole in it. You can only blame yourself for not being good enough when you buy a fake. Everyone knows this.

But punching holes is his own business. If he sets up a scheme to deceive people and make money, it will be hated, so people like Fatty Wang lead the donkey to set up a scheme, which immediately aroused public anger.

Among the onlookers, some had suffered losses from liars and really hated liars, while others were simply taking advantage of it.

No matter what the reason, it didn't prevent them from rushing towards Fatty Wang and Niu Er and four together, punching and kicking.

Qin Haodong glanced at the chaotic scene cheerfully, it's ridiculous that these people still want to set up a trick to deceive themselves, they are just asking for hardships.

In the chaos, he left Fatty Wang's shop and continued walking along Antique Street.

He left, but the people here didn't stop. In a flash, Niu Er and the others were beaten with bruises and bruises. Fortunately, the security guards in Antique Street came in time to persuade these people to leave, otherwise Fatty Wang's antique shop would be destroyed.

After these people left, Fatty Wang hurriedly closed the shop door, which was a sigh of relief.

Turning back, he said angrily to the old man and the fake old man, "Did you fucking get kicked by the donkey in the head? You are leading the donkey, why did you become a donkey yourself?"

With a pair of panda eyes, Niu Er also shouted angrily: "That is, when the fat sheep shouted 100,000, you should withdraw, and we succeeded. Who knew that the two of you would even increase the price?"

The fake old man said with a bitter face: "I don't know what happened. At that time, my head probably cramped. I felt that this peach wood sword is the treasure of Tianshijiao, and I must buy it."

The old man also said: "I was too, I thought it was a big baby, no matter how much money I have to buy it, maybe we lied too much, and we were too invested in acting."

"Put in your head, damn, you father and son are both clubs, and you didn't earn the money you got, and you even caused Laozi to be beaten like his grandson."

The more Fatty Wang said, the more angry he became. He raised his feet and kicked the fake old man and the old man to the ground again.

Niu Er grabbed the angry Fatty Wang and persuaded: "Forget it, everyone has been working together for so many years, and it's all relatives who have passed away, so let's go."

"No, I can't swallow this breath, I have to find a way to teach that little white face a lesson."

Fatty Wang gasped.

The old man got up from the ground again and said, "Yes, we have worked for so many years, and we haven't suffered such a big loss yet. We must let that kid bleed a little today."

The fake old man said to Niu Er: "Second brother, you have the most ideas, think of a way to clean up that kid."

Niu Er narrowed his eyes and said, "It's easy to take care of this kid. Since he's not good for the game we're doing, let's give him a touch."

Fatty Wang had calmed down at this time, thought about it, and said, "It's a good idea to touch porcelain, but we can't show up like this now, let's call the third one, not many people know him on this street, let me He's the best shot."

His idea was approved by everyone. Niu Er made a phone call, and soon a flat-headed man in his 30s came to the store. He was the third child that Fatty Wang just mentioned, and he was also a member of their fraud gang. .

Fatty Wang briefly explained what happened to the third child today, and then said, "Go and teach that kid a lesson, you must let him bleed a little, or our brothers won't be able to swallow this breath."

"Don't worry, big brother, I'm the best at touching porcelain." After finishing speaking, the third child touched a porcelain vase beside him, and turned to leave.

Niu Er grabbed him and said, "San'er, that little monkey is very smart. The goal of the vase is too big, and it may not be easy to get it. You need to change something."

The third child asked, "Second brother, what do you say is appropriate?"

Niu'er said to Fatty Wang, "Find a smaller one for San'er, but it looks like it's not worth the money."

Fatty Wang thought for a while and said, "Yes, the broken mirror you put away last time, and no one wants it for half a year, so just take it."

After speaking, he took out an ancient mirror from under the counter. The mirror surface was the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long behind it. It looked like a very old bronze color, but the material did not look like copper.

Niu Er said, "Fatty, why did you leave this mirror out? It might be a good thing."

"Damn, you paid 50 yuan to collect it. I can't sell it for half a year for 100 yuan. What good things are there?"

Fatty Wang was obviously very angry with this mirror.

The old man said, "Second, you've punched the hole this time. We've also looked at this thing with many experts, and we can't see what it is at all. It's perfect to use it to touch porcelain."

"That's right, if I stay here, I'll get upset when I look at it."

As Fatty Wang said, he put the mirror on the ground, kicked it with a slap, and the mirror immediately collapsed in a big chunk.

He picked it up again and sent it to the third child: "Take it, just use this thing, and you must slaughter that kid with a knife."

"Don't worry, brother, I will definitely make that kid bleed."

The third child said that he put the mirror in his arms, turned and left the antique shop.

Qin Haodong was still walking along the Antique Street, and he looked at several storefronts in a row, but couldn't find a decent magic weapon.

At this time, two men approached. The one in front was in his fifties, and his beard had obviously not been shaved for a few days. He looked extremely vicissitudes of life and had a sad face.

A young man in his twenties followed, holding a censer with a diameter of about 20 centimeters in his arms.

The two came to the antique shop in front of Qin Haodong. After entering the door, the middle-aged man asked, "Boss, do you accept the incense burner?"

"Of course."

The owner of this shop is a thin, 60-year-old old man with a goatee and small eyes that are small but flickering.

"How much is one?" the middle-aged man asked.

The old man smiled and said, "Brother, if you say this, you are a layman. We are an antique store, not buying Chinese cabbage. How much depends on how much you have. If it's really fun, I can buy millions. If it's junk, I don't want a few dollars."

The middle-aged man turned around and said to the young man, "Son, let the boss see our incense burner."

The young man agreed and brought the incense burner in his arms to the shop owner.

This is an iron three-legged incense burner with a diameter of about 20 cm. The surface of the incense burner is nothing special. The craftsmanship is rough and jerky. It seems that it has been buried in the ground for a long time, and the cleaning is not too clean. It also carries some fresh soil. No luster and rust spots, very bad appearance.

The boss circled around the incense burner, shaking his head, "What kind of antique are you? It's not worth much at all. You can sell a few catties of pig iron at most."

Qin Haodong's eyes lit up. This incense burner is really not good, but the strong spiritual energy inside is 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 avoided the devil and buried it in the ground. Before my grandfather died, he repeatedly told me that this incense burner should be used as a family heirloom. If it weren't for the child's mother being sick and hospitalized, I would be reluctant to dig it up and sell it."

The shop owner laughed and said, "Are you here to tell me a story? Don't say it was left by your grandfather, it was left by your ancestors, it's just an iron-plated copper thing. What is it worth?"

The young man asked, "Boss, how much money do you think you can give? My mother is in the hospital for treatment and needs money urgently."

The shop owner stretched out a finger and said, "One hundred yuan, I don't want any more."

"What, 100 yuan? This is a treasure from our family. I will never sell it if it is less than 100,000 yuan."

The middle-aged man immediately widened his eyes and looked rather unwilling.

But after he finished speaking, even the onlookers laughed. For such an iron incense burner, two or three hundred yuan is already an exorbitant price. Who can pay 100,000 yuan to buy something like him?

The owner of the store also laughed for a while, and after laughing, he said, "Whether your family is dead or sick, this thing is worthless, and I have given you a hundred yuan, so if you sell it, you will stay, and if you don't sell it, you will move. Walk."

A look of despair flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he exclaimed excitedly, "No, I have to sell this thing for 100,000 yuan, or it won't be enough to treat the child's mother."

"You are really sick!" The shop owner said with a mocking expression, "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 Dad. !"

After he said this, some people in the crowd were unhappy, "If the boss doesn't buy it, you can't buy it. People are also eager to use money to treat diseases. Why are you talking so sinisterly!"

"That's right, why don't you have any sympathy..."

In the face of many accusations, the shop owner not only did not feel any guilt, but instead showed anger on his face, and said with a beard beard: "I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. I bought this rotten thing with bucks, and I immediately called him Dad!"

In his opinion, this iron incense burner is not even an antique. It can only be sold as scrap iron, and a fool would not pay 100,000 yuan to buy such a thing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted: "100,000 yuan, I want it!"