Chapter 217: Disputes on antique streets

In the evening, Brunei Street is the most lively time, and people who are deliberately picking up leaks, like to make fun, or people who special in small items, take a walk after dinner to see.
Yang Zimei was wearing the blue and white ugly school uniform of Nancheng Middle School, and the black and black hair that had been worn down had been for the sake of convenience.
The ordinary dress makes her look indistinguishable from other female high school students.
She shuttled through the crowds of Brunei Street, looking down at the stalls to see if there was anything to miss.
It's a pity that all of them are fakes or modern crafts, which are of little value. Those stall owners look at the visitors with his three-inch tongue that is not bad, and each one counts as one.
She shook her head slightly and was about to go directly to Mo Xuan, and heard a noise not far away.
"I really didn't expect this little brother to have a sloppy look, and you took a fake East □ fooled me, saying what the Han Dynasty Haotian Tower is, in fact, it is just a broken piece of copper and iron, I am returning things now You, you give me three thousand. "An angry male yelled.
"Buy and sell voluntarily, because you don't have the ability to identify yourself, how can you blame me?" Another voice cried.
"That is, our antique street test is eyesight. You have no eyesight, you buy fakes, and you want to return and return, then we can still mix? In case you pick a big leak of 3,000 yuan, can our stall owner come back? "There is a booth helper next to it.
"That's it, based on your eyesight and attitude, how dare you come to pick up the leak?"
"You ... you are too much ... do you know who I am?"
"Then tell me who you are!"
"My uncle is the director of the Urban Management Bureau. I must let him punish you to death!"
"cut!"
...
This picture of Yang Zimei is very familiar. I just saw it in the last life. It was the same scene. I never expected that this life would reappear.
At that time, she also gathered in the crowd to watch the excitement.
I remember that someone at that time spent 3,000 yuan from a stall called Wednesday Book to buy a black iron tower, about ten centimeters high. After half a day, he folded back and said that Wednesday book sold fakes to him. Request a return.
The book naturally reluctantly on Wednesday, the two started a dispute.
In the end, the man went back to move the soldiers, called a large group of city management, and smashed the book stall on Wednesday.
On Wednesday, he was too angry, and rushed forward. He was kicked into the chest by one of the city officials, hurt his internal organs, and died after vomiting blood for a few days when he returned home.
This incident caused a great sensation on Brunei Street ...
Now that she has seen the case repeat itself, she can't just stare at Shu Shugui returning for nine days on Wednesday.
On Wednesday, the family had a 70-year-old mother, a sick wife, and two young children. When he died, the whole family collapsed.
Because the last life experienced the destruction of the family, although Yang Zimei was not the heart of the bodhisattva, he could not bear to see the tragedy happen.
So she squeezed in and saw that the two were about to fight.
Her eyes fell on the culprit, the little iron tower, her eyes brightened.
The appearance of the small iron tower is obviously old, and the workmanship is poor, anyone with a little vision and appreciation ability can see that it is an old object.
However, she looked at it with another eye.