In the high, wide and wide Museum of Culture and History, Yan Qiuya's cough sounded loudly, even at the staircase of the next floor, she could hear it clearly.

After going out, Jin Feng blinked his eyes, and as expected, he rolled up the car window twenty meters away with the fart Fan Qingzhu.

Since Bao Guoxing left, this woman's surveillance of herself has also changed from the original inseparability to the current regular tracking.

Jin Feng snorted softly in his nose.

"If you want to consume, then consume. ”

It was still early, and Jin Feng pedaled the old road to the embassy of the bullfighting country.

The rain in the afternoon was very light, not chilling, and the raindrops fell on the face, almost imperceptible.

Riding slowly, the crunching sound came from the wheel, and the crape myrtle flowers in the roadside flower beds bloomed brilliantly, and from time to time there were petals floating down, quietly falling on Jin Feng's shoulders, so beautiful.

Today is July 14, and it is also the Halloween Festival recognized by all regions of the country.

Many citizens on the side of the road were already starting to burn buns, with solemn expressions and mournful expressions.

Turn into a narrow street, this is an old road in the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it is also the oldest street in Jincheng, the road is very narrow, only two lanes.

The sidewalks are also quite narrow, but only two meters wide, and some of the low buildings are covered with thumb-sized mosaic tiles.

On the ground floor are small stores, hair salons, mobile phone shops, fruit and vegetable shops, and tattoo parlors are lined up next to each other, and the sky is full of dense fiber optic lines and wires from various companies, which are as dense as spider webs.

More than ten meters behind Jin Feng, a domestic Volvo off-road vehicle slowly followed, and Fan Qingzhu in the car stared at Jin Feng with a resentful and indifferent face.

She knew that Jin Feng did it on purpose.

After following Jin Feng for almost ten days, this man who collected the tatters gave himself too many surprises and shocks, and he believed more and more that Jin Feng was extremely not simple.

Because, a treasure connoisseur of Jin Feng's age can't find a second one in a hundred years.

This is what Bao Guoxing said to himself.

Jin Feng's personal information can already be memorized in Fan Qingzhu's mind.

A person who grew up in the old border and Shaoshan area and couldn't even find his school records, and he has collected tatters in Jincheng for ten years, and he can be said to be illiterate, and he can have such a high ability to appreciate treasures.

Fan Qingzhu would never believe that Jin Feng had such a ability.

Even if his ancestors were very related to the royal family of the Matador Kingdom, even if he was born to appreciate treasures, it was impossible for him to have such amazing skills.

Fan Qingzhu swore that he must find out.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jin Feng suddenly stopped the cart in front.

Fan Qingzhu's Volvo had already driven past Jin Feng, his jade face changed, and he stepped on the brakes lightly.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound from the back of the car, and Fan Qingzhu's body shook forward twice.

Needless to say, rear-ended.

Removed the seat belt, Fan Qingzhu got out of the car with a straight face, and reprimanded him with a head and face before he saw anyone.

"How did you drive the car?"

After scolding this sentence, Fan Qingzhu regretted it a little.

The car that hit her was a middle-aged woman in her forties, riding a small four-wheeled battery bike for the elderly.

This kind of battery car is very slow, and the back is a small car with a meter square, which can be used to load things and carry people, which is most suitable for the elderly.

The carriage was filled with a large pile of wax paper candles and some shriveled vegetables.

The middle-aged woman was lying half on the ground, one foot still hanging under the handlebars.

The front of the battery car hit the center of the Volvo's rear door, which had been dented by a small bit.

The middle-aged woman struggled to put her feet down, but sat under the wheels of the Volvo with a buttocks.

Put his hands on his head a few times to ruffle his hair, slap his thighs heavily, and then suddenly hugged Fan Qingzhu's legs, tore his throat and shouted loudly.

"Bump people...... Hit someone......"

"Hit me ......"

"Oh hey, feed my feet, my waist, my ass......"

The sharp and high-pitched voice came out, which immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

In an instant, the old street was cut off by the flow of people, and the bosses and pedestrians in the nearby doors were all surrounded.

Fan Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and the little guilt in his heart suddenly came to naught.

Shen Sheng shouted, "Speak well." You hit me first. “

The middle-aged woman didn't care so much, crying and screaming that she was wronged: "I drove my car well, you braked for no reason, it's obviously your fault, you still blame me......"

"Everyone comes to judge Harry, hey, it's so unreasonable to drive a good car......"

"Ouch, my waist pole feeds, I have to break the ......"

While talking, screaming, still holding Fan Qingzhu's calves, crying and shouting: "Why are you such unreasonable ...... woman?"

Fan Qingzhu's face turned blue with anger, and he shouted coldly: "You stand up for me and speak well." ”

"If you mess around again, I'll let the traffic police solve it. ”

The crowd of onlookers and the spectators who ate melons looked at Fan Qingzhu coldly, and suddenly Fan Qingzhu had a feeling of being pointed out by a thousand people.

A large number of people surrounded Fan Qingzhu and pointed and discussed.

"It's so hateful, rich people are amazing, and they are like this when they bump into others. ”

"Yes. You see the woman is bleeding, it's miserable. Don't hurry up and hit 120. ”

"None of the people who drive a good car are good. ”

The middle-aged woman on the ground had a cut on her left foot from the handlebar, and she was bleeding profusely, and wiped the blood from her foot on her hand and face.

His face was covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying, and he cried even louder.

"It's over, it's over, my foot pole is broken, broken, I can't move......"

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I'm going to die, I'm going to die......"

Such a tragic situation made the melon-eating masses even more indignant, pointing at Fan Qingzhu and shouting.

"Hurry up and hit 120, no one can do it, you see, if you delay someone's life, you will go to jail." ”

"Oh, I just don't want to lose money. Now, the richer the more slammed the door. ”

Fan Qingzhu was so angry that his head was dizzy.

The right foot was hugged tightly by the middle-aged woman, and she didn't dare to scold, she didn't dare to hit, and the surrounding crowd accused and scolded herself, which made her even more ugly.

After holding back for a while, Fan Qingzhu said in a deep voice: "This eldest sister, something happened, let's not talk about whose responsibility is for the time being, I'll call you 120, and you go to see a doctor first." ”

When the middle-aged woman heard this, her eyes rolled a few times, and she began to cry again.

"What kind of hospital to go to. I just finished selling vegetables and bought a bag from Old Lady She and went back to burn it, and when I went to the hospital, I couldn't burn the bag for my old immortal......"

"If they blame me, how can I explain it to them......"

These words immediately won the sympathy and affirmation of more people.

Today is the 14th day of July, the day of sacrifice and the burning of buns.

Fan Qingzhu tried hard to adjust his breathing, and shouted in a low voice: "Then, how do you want to solve it?"

The middle-aged woman didn't answer this at all, but cried even more.

But there was an aunt and uncle next to him talking.

"Oh, I don't think she's fine, so you can pay her some money. If you have a big holiday, don't delay everyone to go home to worship their ancestors and burn buns. ”

"Right, lose some money, lose some money, and don't call the police to report 120 ,......"

"There's nothing wrong with your car, you can open a repair shop and fix it yourself. ”

Some of those who can see it say the same thing.

"Forget it, I think I'm unlucky. Blame yourself for bad luck. Gave money to something. ”

"I was the same last time. I didn't believe in evil, but I didn't lose much money, and I spent hundreds of ...... on the fare of the traffic police force and the insurance company."

"Give her money to make a big deal small. ”

"Spend money to eliminate disasters. ”

As soon as the surrounding crowd said this, Fan Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Okay." ”

"Eldest sister, do you want what they say......? How much does it cost?"

The middle-aged woman slowly stopped crying, her body twitched, and she whimpered, "You look at it." ”

Turning around and pointing to the things in the carriage: "Those are all things prepared for our old immortals, all of them are ruined......"

"And my car, which also crashed......"

"And my foot, my waist, my skull......"

Hearing this, Fan Qingzhu couldn't help but close his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said softly, "Five hundred lines?"

The middle-aged woman stood up suddenly, and instantly changed her color, arrogant, fierce and vicious.

Pointing at Fan Qingzhu and shouting, "Five hundred!?"

"You come and drive my car and try to hit it. ”

"At least five thousand!"

"Nothing less. Let's go to the traffic police to make it clear. ”

Fan Qingzhu didn't have a rut, and nodded heavily: "Okay." Five thousand is five thousand. You wait, I'll fetch it for you. ”

But the middle-aged woman quit: "Think beautifully." You ran away and I wasn't blind in vain. ”()

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