Chapter 217 Disputes on Antique Street

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Brunei Street in the evening is the busiest time. Those who are deliberately picking up leaks, those who like to join in the fun, or those who are looking for some special small items will take a walk after dinner to take a look.

Yang Zimei was wearing the unsightly blue and white uniform of Nancheng Middle School, and her long black hair, which had been loose, was tied up in a high ponytail for convenience.

The ordinary dress made her look not much different from other female middle school students.

She shuttled through the crowds on Brunei Street, checking the stalls to see if there was anything to be missed.

It's a pity, all of them are fakes or modern handicrafts, and they are of little value. Those stall owners are fooling the audience with his three-inch tongue, and fooling one is counted as 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, you have a simple and honest face, and you actually fooled me with a fake Dongzhu, saying that it was the Haotian Tower of the Han Dynasty. In fact, it was just a piece of broken copper and iron. You, give me back three thousand dollars." An angry male voice shouted.

"It's voluntary to buy and sell, because you don't have the ability to identify yourself, how can you blame me?" Another voice also shouted.

"That's right, our antique street test is for eyesight. You don't have eyesight. If you buy a fake and want to return it, then we can still mix? If you find a big leak for 3,000 yuan, can our stall owner get it back? "There's a stall owner beside me.

"That's right, with your eyesight and attitude, how dare you come to pick it up?"

"You...you are too much...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. I just saw it in the last life. It is the same scene. I didn't expect it to reappear in this life.

At that time, she also joined the crowd to watch the fun.

I remember that at that time, someone spent 3,000 yuan to find a small iron tower about ten centimeters high from the stall called Zhou Shushu. Request a return.

Naturally, Shushu was unwilling, and the two started a dispute.

In the end, the man went back to rescue the soldiers, called in a large group of urban management officers, and smashed the stall on Wednesday.

On Wednesday, the book was not good enough, so he rushed forward and tried desperately. As a result, he was kicked in the chest by one of the city officials, kicking his internal organs, and he died after vomiting blood for a few days after returning home.

This incident caused a big stir in Brunei Street...

Now, when she saw the case repeat itself, she couldn't just watch Wednesday's book soul return to nine days.

On Wednesday, the writer has a seventy-year-old mother, a seriously ill wife, and two young children. With his death, the entire family has collapsed.

Because of the collapse of the family in the last life, although Yang Zimei is not a bodhisattva, she can't bear to see the tragedy happen like this.

So, she squeezed in and saw that the two were about to fight.

Her eyes fell on the culprit, the small iron tower, and her eyes lit up.

The appearance of the small iron tower is obviously worn out, and the workmanship is poor. Anyone with a little vision and appreciation can see that it is an old object.

However, when she observed with the eyes of the sky, it was another look.

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