Chapter 217

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in the evening, Brunei street is the busiest time. People who want to pick up the leak, like to join in the fun, or go shopping for some special small items, will take a walk after dinner.

Yang Zimei wore the ugly blue and white school uniform of Nancheng middle school. Her long black hair, which had been scattered all the time, was also tied up with a high horsetail for convenience.

Ordinary dress up makes her look no different from other middle school girls.

She shuttled through the crowds in Brunei street, stopping by to see if there was anything to pick up.

It's a pity that they are all fakes or modern arts and crafts. They have no value. The stall owners are fooling the viewers with his three inch tongue.

She slightly shook her head, just want to go directly to Mo Xuan, heard the noise not far away.

"I really didn't expect that, this little brother, with your honest and honest face, you actually took a fake Dongyu to deceive me, saying that it was the Haotian tower of the Han Dynasty. In fact, it's just a piece of broken iron. Now I'll return the thing to you, and you'll give me back 3000 yuan." An angry man yelled.

"Buying and selling is voluntary. You have no ability to identify yourself. How can you blame me?" Another voice yelled.

"That is, our Antique Street test is eyesight, you have no vision, buy fake goods, and want to return, then we can mix? If you find a big leak for 3000 yuan, can our stall owner come back? " Next to the stall owner.

"That is to say, with your vision and attitude, you dare to pick up the leak?"

"You You're going too far Do you know who I am? "

"Then tell me who you are!"

"My uncle is the director of Urban Management Bureau. I must let him punish you to death!"

"Cut!"

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Yang Zimei is very familiar with this picture. He happened to see it in the previous life. It was the same scene. Unexpectedly, this life reappeared.

At that time, she also joined the crowd to watch the excitement.

I remember that a man spent 3000 yuan on a dark little iron tower with a height of about 10 cm. Half a day later, he came back and said that he sold fake books to him on Wednesday and asked for a return.

On Wednesday, the book did not want to, so they started a dispute.

Finally, the man went back to move the soldiers, called a large group of urban management, and smashed the stall of the book on Wednesday.

On Wednesday, however, he rushed forward and tried his best. As a result, one of the Chengguan kicked him in the chest and hurt his internal organs. He went home to spit blood and died within a few days.

This incident caused a great sensation in Brunei Street

Now that she saw the case repeated, she couldn't wait to see the book on Wednesday and return to nine days.

On Wednesday, the calligrapher had a 70 year old mother, a seriously ill wife and two young children. His death broke down the pillars of his family.

Although Yang Zimei was not a Bodhisattva, she could not bear to see the tragedy happen.

So she squeezed in and saw that they were about to fight.

Her eyes fell on the culprit, the small iron tower, and her eyes lit up.

The appearance of the small tower is obviously old, and the workmanship is poor. People who have a little insight and appreciation ability can see that it is a worn-out object.

However, she was observed with the eye of the sky, but it was a different look.

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