It's not evening yet, and the antique street is already bustling.

There are plenty of antique shops on both sides of the street, as well as roadside stalls.

Qi Lina wore a set of luxury custom clothes and carried a designer bag in her hand.

As soon as the two appeared on the street, they were treated as VIPs by this group of stall owners.

"Sir, Miss, you must be here to buy antiques, right? Come and see what kind of good things I have here."

"Miss, don't listen to his nonsense, everything in his stall is fake, and I'm the real one here."

"Tearful sale, 50% off the whole site, are all newly dug up good things, buy is earn, and ensure that you will not suffer."

In order to attract business, the stall owners came up with all their tricks.

even did not hesitate to dismantle the other party's platform.

Song Feng laughed when he saw this.

If one of the ten things in these stalls is real, they will win.

Qi Lina pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Brother Song, are there really good things in these stalls?"

Song Feng shook his head and said, "If there are really good things, they won't call us with their lives."

"Let's go ahead and have a look."

Qi Lina only knew that Song Feng's ability to identify antiques was great, but she had never seen it.

Song Feng saw an indifferent look, and Qi Lina was ready to find an opportunity to open her eyes.

After a while, Qi Lina stretched out her hand and pointed ahead.

"Brother Song, you see there is an antique shop in front, and there are a lot of people gathered at the door, there must be something good in it, so everyone will gather at the door to watch."

Song Feng said, "This may not be."

"Isn't it?"

Qi Lina asked curiously.

"A large number of people are watching in front of a store, maybe the store is displaying something good, or maybe the store is in trouble."

"Anyway, let's go check it out."

Everyone has curiosity, and even Qi Lina, the eldest lady, is not exempt from vulgarity.

Holding Song Feng's hand, Qi Lina trotted all the way to the outside of the store.

Song Feng guessed correctly, there was indeed trouble in the store.

The onlookers said their own opinions.

Qi Lina listened for a while, vaguely knowing what was going on inside.

More than ten minutes ago, a middle-aged customer entered the antique shop to buy antiques.

I don't know how to break an antique inside.

The boss asked him for compensation, but the middle-aged man said that it was not his responsibility.

The stalemate between the two parties is why it attracts so many onlookers.

Inside the store, the chubby antique shop owner said impatiently, "All the clerks in my store have seen it, and it is clear that you have damaged the antiques."

"It's shameless for everyone to see that you are still arguing here!"

"Ugh."

The middle-aged customer looked honest and said, "Boss, I also told you, if it is my responsibility, I will pay you as much as you want, but I was about to reach out and touch it, and it fell from above by itself, what does it have to do with me?"

The fat boss shouted outside the door, "Everyone is judging for me, antiques are not animals, how can they jump down with long legs?"

As soon as these words came out, the citizens burst into laughter.

Antiques are placed on the shelves, and if they are not touched, they will not fall down on their own.

Middle-aged customers should find a reason to shirk their responsibilities, and they should also find a decent reason.

"You don't pay, do you? Okay, I've told the authorities to do justice."

Obviously, the fat boss had no patience to argue with the middle-aged customer, so he took out his mobile phone and called the police.

"I'm telling you, it's still too late for you to pay compensation, and once the law enforcement officers come, things will change their nature."...

The fat boss put down the phone and threatened, "You damaged the valuable antiques in my store,

Not only did they refuse to compensate, but they also found all kinds of reasons to shirk their responsibilities."

"If you get caught in the bureau, you're going to have to keep a criminal record."

"It will have a big impact on yourself and for future generations."

Hearing these words, the middle-aged customer's expression was entangled.

He can swear to God that something has nothing to do with him.

But he couldn't explain the current situation clearly.

really responded to that sentence, and I couldn't argue.

"Sir, you are also a decent person, you have to admit that you have done something wrong, and you can't deny it like a child."

"Don't think about yourself, think about the people in your family."

"If you really leave a criminal record, it will affect your children for the rest of your life."

"Boss, don't bite the price, give it a proper way, I don't think this gentleman can come up with so much money."

"That's right, you guys have a good talk, there's no need to make a fuss about a little thing."

The onlookers began to play a round with their mouths.

The vast majority of citizens are persuading middle-aged customers to compensate.

"Okay, okay, since everyone says so, then I'll give everyone this face."

The fat boss paused and said, "The original price of your damaged antiques needs eight million, if you compensate now, I will give you a twenty percent discount, and then give you a zero, you can just make up six million."

"Six million!"

The middle-aged customer said bitterly, "Boss, can you drop it again, I really can't take out this money."

"Big brother, I'll drop two million for you, so don't get cheap here."

The fat boss made a straight face.

"Six million is a lot, either it's private now, or wait for the law enforcement officers to come over for a while."

"At that time, you will not only lose money, but you will also have to leave a criminal record."

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged customer took out his wallet and took out a bank card from inside.

"Boss, my family really doesn't have so much money, and Kari is our family's savings in the past few years, about one million."

"The remaining five million, you let me for a while, I'll go back and sell the house and car."

"Give me two months, and I'll make up the compensation for you."

"That's all it can be."

The fat boss changed his face and said in a calm tone, "Sir, I really don't mean to blackmail you, I have shown you the bills and purchase lists."

"This antique is indeed worth eight million, and I will give you a discount to see that you don't look like a rich man."

"You sign an IOU in a while, pay one million first, and give me the remaining five million in two months."

"As for interest, forget it."

"Thank you, thank you, boss."

At this point, even if the middle-aged man was full of grievances, he could only helplessly find a pen and prepare to write an IOU.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Song Feng squeezed out of the crowd.

Glancing at the antiques on the ground, Song Feng said lightly, "This gentleman, if you sign this IOU, you will really harm yourself and your family."

"What do you mean, sir?"

The middle-aged customer looked at Song Feng in confusion.

Song Feng sneered, "My meaning is very clear, this is a bureau, and the antiques that were damaged by you are not worth anything at all."

"He deliberately tricked you."