Chapter 808: Porcelain (1)

In city A, if there is nothing urgent, Yang Zimei usually prefers to walk on the street.
For her, walking is not a hard labor.
Instead, you can organize messy thoughts while walking, or observe passers-by in a hurry.
As I walked, there was a sudden noise in front, and the sound of porcelain falling and breaking was heard.
A fierce-looking man quickly grabbed a woman's arm in front and yelled, "You broke my Song Dynasty porcelain, you lose my money!"
The woman looked at him blankly, "I didn't hit you. You ran up to me and dropped something on the ground."
"I'm sick. I dropped my antique worth 300,000 on the ground. You obviously hit me and broke my porcelain. You have to pay me money, otherwise ..."
A fierce expression appeared on the man's face.
At this time, there were several people around, shouting at the woman, "Yes, we have all seen it, she broke your thing."
The woman has now reacted and she has been touched.
Porcelain, which originally belonged to the Beijing dialect, generally refers to some acts of speculation and extortion.
For example, deliberately collided with a motor vehicle to cheat compensation. In addition, "touching the porcelain" is also a jargon of the antique industry, which means that when individual criminals sell antiques on the stall, they often ulteriorly place the fragile porcelain in the center of the road. Then you can take advantage of blackmail.
She looked around, trying to find someone who could help prove herself.
However, when other passers-by saw the situation in front of them, they also roughly guessed what had happened, and in a heart that had nothing to do with their hangs, pretending to see nothing, and left in a hurry.
These people who cooperated exclusively with porcelain were generally hooliganism in the local area and could not be offended.
Anyway, she didn't touch her body, so the woman was unlucky.
The woman noticed that no one was helping her and squeezed the bag tightly.
The bag contained 10,000 yuan that she had borrowed from her grandfather to worship her grandmother and 3,000 yuan that she had just taken out of the bank, ready to be taken to the hospital to pay for her daughter's hospitalization.
She remembered that when she was withdrawing money just now, it was as if a person who didn't look like a good person was sneaking around not far away.
Now this person is among the so-called passers-by as a witness, accusing her of damaging something.
For her now, money is the lifeblood of her daughter, and she refuses to take it out.
She knelt on the ground, crying with tears, "Masters, please let me go. My daughter is now seriously ill and is hospitalized. I really have no money to pay you."
"Your daughter is in the hospital and it's my shit. Anyway, you broke my things and I want you to lose money. Otherwise, I will take you to the police station, but the cousin, but my cousin, don't want to come back!
The porcelain man looked aloof, staring fiercely at the woman.
The woman was frightened and shook her head. "I can't go to the police station. My daughter wants me to take care of me in the hospital. Please, please let me go. How much do you want me to lose?"
"For your pitiful part, Grandpa and I will show great compassion. If you do a good deed today, you can just pay 3,000 yuan at will!" The man who touched the porcelain replaced with a pair of "sorrowful people".
"Can you be less? I have to pay for my daughter's hospitalization. The doctor said that if I can't raise any more money, I will rush my daughter out of hospital." The woman begged with tears in her face, "Brother, I will give you A hundred dollars, please let me go, okay? "