It was a child who spoke, each of them was not tall, and thin, and looked to be about ten years old.

The child had a shaved head, and his clothes were a little old and dirty. Listening to his accent, it should be the child of a migrant worker who lives in a rented apartment.

The child came to the commissary to buy salt, and at this time he had a bag of salt in his hand, and a piece of fifty yuan.

Yi Fei was bored and leaned against the corner to listen for a while.

It turned out that the child took a hundred-yuan bill to buy salt, it must be that there is no loose money in the family, and it is estimated that the adults of his family must have told him to look carefully at the money he recovered, and taught him how to distinguish counterfeit money.

The fifty in the child's hand now was given to him by the commissary owner. The rest of the money recovered was fine, but the child felt that this fifty was a bit of a problem, so he wanted to change it.

"Boss, you can exchange this money." The child was still very childish in his speech, holding the money to the counter and looking at the commissary owner with a blank eye.

"What's wrong with this money, isn't it good?" The boss took the money from the child, looked at it, and then gave it back to him.

"It's good, then you can change it for me." The child didn't say that it was fake, and it was estimated that he didn't dare to confirm it, after all, he was so old that his heart and eyes were solid, but his judgment ability was still limited.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was so hot, and every part of the land in front of the commissary was shady and roasted hot, so there were no people.

The owner of the commissary saw that the child came to buy things alone, dressed in tatters and with a foreign accent, and he didn't think about what the consequences would be if the child went back and told his parents that he had received fake money.

"What to change, this is real money, go and go, hurry up and go home for me." The owner of the commissary got impatient and flung one hand to catch the child.

"I didn't say it was fake money, you just changed the line for me." The child still refuses to give up, he knows in his heart that if he really takes the fake money of Zhang 50 back, he will not be allowed to give his father and mother mixed doubles to a circle, so he will not leave when he stands still.

The owner of the breakfast shop next to the commissary couldn't stand it anymore and came out to help, but he didn't help the child talk and helped the owner of the commissary.

"I think it's okay with the money, you can go back, it's so hot here, don't give you heat stroke." Said the owner of the breakfast shop.

"I'll go, you don't even know it's okay, you're sharp-eyed." Yi Fei was not happy when he heard it, and began to scold these two black-hearted bosses in his heart.

If the money is real, then you will die if you change it. If it's fake, then it should really be thunder and thunder, and even children will be lied.

"Let's go, don't get in the way of my business." The owner of the commissary urged the child to leave again, because he saw that Yi Fei had already walked out of the corner and came to the front of the commissary.

The child only glanced up at Yi Fei, and then at the commissary owner.

Yi Fei glanced at the money in the child's hand, he was not the kind of appraisal master, of course he couldn't tell the truth at a glance. But the money is soft and rough, and the color is not quite right, it is too obvious, and there is a problem nine times out of ten.

Looking at the commissary owner and the breakfast shop owner next to him, they stopped talking at this time, and their faces were still a little cringe.

I don't know if this is a weak heart.

Suddenly, Yi Fei had a plan in his heart.

"Now, I'll change it with you, you can go home, it's too hot here." Yi Fei took out a fifty yuan from the commissary owner from his pocket, handed it to the child, and exchanged it with him.

Yi Fei is an adult, and the commissary owner certainly doesn't dare to exchange the fake fifty for him.

The child took the fifty that Yi Fei gave him, looked at the front and back, touched it again, grinned, smiled and said thank you and left.

After all, children don't think about what will happen to this fake money in Yi Fei's hands, anyway, as long as he goes back and doesn't get beaten, he just walks away.

Watching the child leave, Yi Fei turned around and walked to the door of the breakfast shop.

"Boss, how much does this steamed bun cost?" Yi Fei asked, pointing to a white-faced steamed bun.

"One by one." The owner of the breakfast shop saw the scene just now, and was thinking in his heart that this guy was either a fool or a good person, and he used his real money to exchange other people's fake money, of course, it is possible that people don't know, just a favor.

But the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, this guy came to my store to buy steamed buns, is it possible...

"Give me a steamed bun." Yi Fei said, and then handed over the fake fifty.

I wasn't very sure just now, but when Yi Fei took the fifty in his hand, he was 100% sure that it was a fake, so soft that it couldn't work, even if the real money was old, it still had a texture.

The owner of the breakfast shop was stunned, what kind of trouble is this, and he wants to use fake money for me.

"You'd better change it." The owner of the breakfast shop didn't say anything, just smiled and asked Yi Fei to change it.

"Didn't you just say that the money is fine, you can take it." Yi Fei said politely, reached out and grabbed a steamed bun and gnawed it. I didn't eat breakfast, and my stomach was really a little hungry.

But after biting a bite of steamed buns, his mouth was dry again, so he took a can of breakfast milk next to him and opened it and drank it: "Na, another can of milk." ”

Yi Fei still held the money in front of the breakfast shop owner.

At this moment, the owner of the breakfast shop was speechless, he turned his head to look at the owner of the commissary, and made a look at what he meant, knowing that he shouldn't have helped just now.

The owner of the commissary was watching the play next to him, and when he saw the owner of the breakfast shop looking over, he quickly looked away and pretended not to know.

"Okay, what you did is embarrassing me now, then I don't care." The owner of the breakfast shop was heartbroken, and he was talking to you just now, but now he turns his face and doesn't recognize people, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"Your money is fake." The breakfast shop owner said bluntly.

"Fake?" Yi Fei pretended to be surprised, took it back and pretended to look at it, but he handed it back again, "Didn't you say it was okay just now." ”

"I didn't see it clearly." Said the owner of the breakfast shop.

"So now you can see it?" Yi Fei asked, a mouthful of steamed buns and a sip of milk.

"I can see it now." The breakfast shop owner smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, that's the problem over there." Yi Fei pretended to understand and pointed to the commissary.

Then he went from the breakfast shop to the commissary, and the owner of the initiator had a very bad face.

"Boss, you said next door that your money is fake, then you can change it." Yi Fei was still the same as just now, holding the money in front of the commissary owner.

"You... You didn't get the money from me, I gave it to the kid just now. "It's still so shameless, Yi Fei didn't expect that the money exchanged under your nose actually said that it wasn't your own, and he was stunned.

For fifty dollars, this boss's conscience is also black enough.

Okay, I can only give you a hard time.

"Okay then, boss, or you call the police, I'll use fake money." Yi Fei is still not in a hurry, and continues to gnaw on the steamed buns, this steamed buns are really real, resistant to gnawing, if it weren't for the boss's bad eyes, he would buy them next time.

"Huh?" Hearing the alarm, the commissary owner was a little weak-hearted, but he still insisted, "Anyway, the money is in your hands, you call the police." ”

"Oh." Yi Fei said that he was going to touch his mobile phone, and by the way, he looked up at the camera installed on the side of the road, which happened to be in front of the commissary and the entrance of the breakfast shop.

Fortunately, there is nothing to cover here, and the scene just now was filmed from beginning to end.

The commissary owner followed Yi Fei's gaze and also saw the camera.

"For you, for you."

"No, no, no, let's call the police, I'm too bad and should be arrested."

"Don't, don't, change it for you."

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