Seeing that she was gaining power, the woman became even more aggressive: "Just like you poor and sour, can you have such a brand new hundred yuan in your bag?"

Uh, no matter how poor you are, you can't even have a hundred dollars, right? And what does it have to do with the old and the new?

Of course, the chubby woman didn't just squeeze this sentence, she was sharp-eyed, she had already seen it when the shirtless man who came to buy a T-shirt opened his wallet, and there was nothing but a hundred of them.

As for her own hundred, she had already put it in the invisible pocket on the inside of her pocket, and she couldn't see it at all if she flipped through it.

With this method, this week alone, she has almost got more than 2,000 small items worth of money for free, and she doesn't make so much money at all, and there is no risk.

After all, whether it is stealing or robbing, or touching porcelain, there is a danger to life, and if it is exposed, it will be beaten, but this will not be, even if it is discovered, it can be used as an excuse for "forgetting".

At this time, not only did the wife of the man who practiced the stall wake up, but there were also a few stalls next to him, there was no business in the first place, and there was a lively and beautiful situation here, so naturally they all came over.

Because he didn't see the previous scene, and the chubby woman really didn't have a hundred yuan in her pocket, there was no way to prove that the man who practiced the stall took two hundred yuan and returned another hundred yuan to her.

"Young man, did you forget to pay for your clothes?" asked an old man selling groceries, in a kind tone, but this question was uncomfortable to listen to.

"Maybe Lao Liu forgot, otherwise if you look around again, will you put it somewhere?"

There are also suggestions that are completely unapplicable. It's clear at a glance that it's just a few minutes ago, and a hundred yuan is only a few minutes ago, so can it be stuffed in the crotch of your pants?

Originally, Song Qian didn't bother to worry about whether he was poor or not, but he was said to have taken something and didn't pay, which was a bit of an upline.

How do you prove that the hundred dollars are your own?

If you have to prove it, only the number on the money is there. It would be perfect if you could get a dozen bills......

Thinking like this, Song Qian took out his wallet and opened it, and suddenly saw a pile of brand-new renminbi appearing inside. This "Qiankun bag" is quite smart!

"Ahem!" Song Qian moistened his throat and said slowly, "You can prove that you didn't take the hundred yuan, and I can also prove that the one hundred yuan in the boss's hand is mine." ”

After speaking, Song Qian leisurely took out the wad of money in his wallet. The same brand new hundred-dollar bill, as if it had just been taken out of the bank.

"Here are 99 new notes with all serial numbers, if you don't believe me, you can see if the numbers are connected here. ”

"......" The slightly chubby woman was suddenly speechless.

This is not scientific, I just saw that this man's wallet was empty, how could I not see such a pile of banknotes......? Who can go to a night market with 10,000 yuan? Or is it brand new, so they are not afraid of being stolen and robbed?

Compared with the surprise of the slightly chubby woman, the man who practiced the stall was happy, looked at the banknote in Song Qian's hand, compared it with the one in his hand, and nodded again and again: "It is indeed a serial number, it is a serial number." ”

There are also good things, because there are four or five people watching, so he generously took the wad of money in Song Qian's hand, pulled it twice, confirmed that it was a new banknote, and took the one that the man took out from his pocket, carefully compared the numbers, and said with a middleman: "It is indeed the same type." ”

"That proves that the lad did pay. "Someone should make peace.

"Then I don't care!" the chubby woman shouted, "Even if the money is his, the boss still hasn't returned my hundred!"

If it can't be proved that the money belongs to this man to this extent, it will be unreasonable. So the woman turned to continuing to show her empty pockets to prove that she didn't get the money.

For a moment, the matter seemed to be at an impasse. But it's always bad for the seller.

Some of the onlookers were still sighing at Song Qian's serial banknotes, and some were helping to see if there was any money in the toy pile.

At this time, Song Qian quietly put his wallet behind him......

"Smack!" the sound of something falling to the ground.

"Auntie, you've dropped something!" someone pushed the slightly chubby woman.

Hearing this, the slightly chubby woman was startled, and quickly looked down at the trouser legs, but don't be the hundred yuan she stuffed into her trouser pocket!

Thankfully not!

But at the same time, she also found her feet, a pile of renminbi lying there bewitchingly, red and dazzling.

"Is this your money?" someone asked.

"This ......"

A whole pile of RMB, the woman naturally knows that it will not be her own. But she won't let go of pies falling from the sky. After picking up this pile of money, what if you admit that you "forgot" to get back the hundred?

"Ahh ”

After speaking, the woman rubbed the pocket of her pants vigorously, and sure enough, she pulled out another hundred-dollar bill from it.

"I'll just say I'll pay you back a hundred. The man who practiced the stall also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes yes, I'm sorry, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. The woman apologized again and again, and quietly prepared to stuff the pile of money into her pocket.

And the man who practiced the stall also hurriedly took the hundred and began to give her eighty change.

There will be pies in the sky, and there will be traps on the ground. Just when the chubby woman was complacent about her unexpected harvest today, Song Qian suddenly shouted: "My money is lost!"

"Did you lose the money? Is that money yours?" someone quickly asked.

Because I generally misunderstood this young man who bought clothes just now, Song Qian's image is quite good at this time, and everyone is very positive about his so-called "losing money".

"yes, I should have lost the money. Song Qian nodded.

"How is it possible?!" The chubby woman subconsciously clutched the money, for fear that the cooked duck would fly.

It's really impossible, the first time it may be dazzling, there is actually money in the bag, she sees no money, but the second time it will definitely not be wrong, how big is that bag, it contains 10,000 yuan, and it is empty after taking it out.

That's right, I must also want to pick up this bargain!

knew that this woman would not admit it easily, after all, in order to pick up the 10,000 yuan, she not only failed in her deception, but also took the initiative to admit it.

But Song Qian could only cruelly tell everyone the truth: "The money is not mine, just look at the number, and the pile just now is also a serial number, exactly 10,000." ”

"What?!" The chubby woman hurriedly pulled out the wad of money and flipped through the numbers of the bills in disbelief.