"I remember that a few white people came to make trouble and extort money from small traders and vendors a few days ago, and it seems that these are the same people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Suddenly, someone in the crowd came to his senses and yelled at the troublesome white hooligans.

Meng Xiaowei showed a suddenly realized expression, and stomped her little feet in an atmospheric manner, "Hmph, it turns out that these foreign garbage are still habitual offenders, and they are here specifically to extort." Qin Fan, let's call the police and arrest all these people. ”

At this time, these white young men stared at Qin Fan with resentful faces, if it weren't for this young man who knew kung fu to meddle in his affairs, they would have succeeded in blackmailing.

In fact, these people are not foreign students at all, just a group of white hooligans who do not learn and have no skills. I couldn't get along in my own country before I came to Yanjing, and I started extortion in the antique market.

The Chinese pay attention to harmony and wealth, and they only see that these vendors in the antique market are unwilling to cause trouble, and they are timid and afraid of things, so they will repeatedly extort a lot of money.

It's just that today these white people didn't look at the yellow calendar when they went out, and they were planted in Qin Fan's hands, and they were cut by him if they couldn't blackmail.

"Give the stuff back and go to the police station to make it clear."

At this time, one of these white youths, a relatively short white man showed a sinister look on his face, holding the jade pot spring bottle and smashing it towards Qin Fan.

Qin Fan's attention fell on the bottle, and he reached out and took the pastel pheasant hibiscus jade pot spring bottle intact.

"Damn Huaxia pig, dare to spoil our good deeds, let me die."

The short white young man's face was full of hideousness, and he suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from his body and pounced on Qin Fan.

"Danger! This foreign devil wants to use a knife. ”

Meng Xiaowei saw that the white young man drew a knife to stab Qin Fan, her face turned pale, and she wanted to drag Qin Fan back with a frightened face.

At the moment when this white young man pounced, Qin Fan kicked out like lightning and kicked the assailant mercilessly.

"Ahh

A scream like killing a pig sounded, and I saw that the white young man was directly kicked out by Qin Fan, and fell heavily to the ground from mid-air, and the knife in his hand fell to the side.

Qin Fan's kick was extremely heavy, Rao is these white people came from a fighting nation with strong physical fitness, and they were also kicked by Qin Fan and broke several ribs, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Good!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and at first no one expected that these white young men with their backs and bears would be beaten in front of this unattractive young man and had no power to fight back.

"These foreign devils are self-inflicted, thinking that our Yanjing masters are easy to bully. Get out of China! ”

"Yes, foreign garbage get out of China!"

These white hooligans were arrogant in the antique market to extort money from the vendors, causing public outrage. This will see them unlucky, and everyone will come up and stomp on the reservoir dogs.

When the police came, the white youths were all beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, and their bodies were blue and purple and looked extremely miserable. Seeing the police coming, he told all the illegal acts of extortion and extortion of the hawker like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Because these whites not only extorted money, but also committed murder with knives in broad daylight, the Public Security Bureau directly detained them. The white youths will be repatriated upon their release from prison.

"Little brother, thank you so much for this today. You see I have nothing to repay you, you see these things on my stall, you can pick whatever you like, I don't want your money. ”

The hawkers who were blackmailed by those white youths were very enthusiastic, dragging Qin Fan and not letting him go, insisting on giving him something.

Qin Fan smiled bitterly, he had no choice but to pick a worthless gadget at his stall.

The antique stalls are very miscellaneous, including exquisite ceramics, ancient bronzes and ancient coins from the Qin and Han dynasties, as well as some small items such as bamboo carvings and wood carvings.

It's just that these ceramics are basically modern imitations with little collectible value, and the bronzes are also fake. However, this ancient coin is real, but it is a large number of five-baht coins in the world, and it is not too expensive.

Qin Fan was about to pick a random wood carving, when suddenly his gaze fell on a simple horn knife.

This horn knife is so well-made that it looks like a portable knife worn by ancient aristocrats.

Curious, Qin Fan took this horn knife in his hand and carefully identified it, and his eyes revealed a different color.

The scabbard and handle of the horn knife are very elaborate and are made from a single horn. It is engraved with a sun pattern, which seems to be a totem worshiped by a tribe in ancient times.

Qin Fan pulled the blade out of the horned scabbard, and saw that the blade was cold and shining, as bright as new, and very sharp.

It's just a pity that the material of this horn knife is ordinary bison horn instead of cherished rhino horn, otherwise the owner of the antique stall will not give away a rhino horn knife worth millions even if he is generous.

"Hehe, little brother has a good eye, this horn knife was sold to me by a Uyghur friend of mine, it is said to be thousands of years old, and it is a saber of a tribal leader. Take it if you like it. ”

The owner of the antique stall was very enthusiastic, and the handle and scabbard of this horn knife were real, and they were polished from a single piece of horn. It's just that the blade was inlaid later, and it's not worth much.

"Qin Fan, what's wrong with this horn knife?"

Meng Xiaowei has known Qin Fan for so long, and as soon as she looks at the expression on his face, she knows that this horn knife may not be simple, maybe it is a leak.

"I just think the pattern on this horn knife is pretty beautiful."

Qin Fan was also a little unable to see through this horn knife, and after hesitating for a moment, he was still ready to buy this horn knife and go back to study it slowly.

"Boss, I want this horn knife, do you think it's okay to pay 3,000 yuan?"

"How can I ask for your money, I just said that if you like this knife, you will take it."

Qin Fan didn't take advantage of this boss, insisted on giving him 3,000 yuan, and bought this horn knife.

The owner of the antique stall was polite to Qin Fan and finally accepted the money, he received this horn knife at a price of more than 2,000 yuan, and he made a thousand.

Just as Qin Fan and Meng Xiaowei were about to leave, they saw an old man with a scruffy beard and a very sloppy look hurriedly walking over.

"Boss, what about the thing I looked at yesterday? It's five thousand, and I want something. ”

The scruffy old man was dressed in a dusty tunic, with liberation shoes on his feet, and a swarthy and rough wizened palm that took a long time from his pocket before pulling out a stack of banknotes.

Because the old man's retro dress is out of place with the glamorous tourists around him. Along the way, many fashionable and beautiful young men and women who were dressed up avoided him with a look of disgust.

The owner of the antique stall was stunned for a moment, and after watching it for a long time, he recognized the old man.

"Oh, you're talking about the horn knife. I'm sorry, old man, the things have been bought by this little brother. If you look at something else, I've got a lot of good stuff here. ”

Hearing that the horn knife had been bought by Qin Fan, the old man obviously showed a disappointed expression on his face.

"Alas, didn't I ask you to keep the things for me first, and I'll go back and check the information before I come back, how can you just sell it." The old man shook his head in annoyance and said with a lack of interest.

"Old man, don't blame me for this. You didn't say you would buy this horn knife yesterday, did you? ”

The old man also knew that the boss was no wonder about this, but he regretted a little that he didn't buy the horn knife immediately yesterday. By the time he wanted to buy it, the thing had already been bought by someone else.

Antique collecting is like that, sometimes a slow step doesn't belong to you.

"Strange, how do I feel that this old man is a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere." Qin Fan looked at this old man and felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

"It's almost noon, let's go eat. There are many famous old restaurants in this vicinity, and the Yanjing cuisine is very authentic. After shopping around the Liuli Factory for so long, Meng Xiaowei was already hungry and looked at Qin Fan pitifully and said.

Qin Fan had no way to take this little gluttonous cat, so he scratched Meng Xiaowei's crystal nose, took her little hand and prepared to leave the glass factory.

It's just that they didn't walk long before they met the old man just now.

At this time, Qin Fan suddenly noticed a figure sneakily following behind the old man, as if looking for some opportunity.

Qin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong with this person.

Sure enough, I saw that the middle-aged man who was following the old man took advantage of the time he didn't notice and put his finger into the old man's pants pocket.

"Thief!"

This three-handed hand is obviously a familiar hand who often commits crimes, and the action is as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, a stack of banknotes comes out of the old man's pocket.

The antique market is crowded with people, and it is inevitable that many thieves will come here to do their business with no money.

Just now, when the old man took out the money from his pocket at the antique stall, he was already targeted by this thief. The thief was also patient, and followed for a few streets before looking for an opportunity to strike, and when he succeeded, he took a stack of banknotes into his arms, whistled triumphantly, and turned away.

Qin Fan's eyes flashed, and he walked straight towards the thief, pretending to follow him inadvertently.

The thief was smug when he was suddenly hit and almost fell to the ground. glared at Qin Fan fiercely, and said scoldingly, "Boy, you don't have long eyes when you walk, be careful." ”

The thief snorted twice, patted his clothes and slipped into the crowd.

After walking a few hundred meters, the thief patted his pocket and suddenly his face changed, and the five thousand yuan bill he had stolen from the old man just now was gone.

"Damn, it's that little bastard!"

Only then did the thief come to his senses, but the young man he had just bumped into was gone.