"I took good care of you without spending ten yuan to buy it." Qin Dahai frowned and said.

But the vendor had already made up his mind to get the sword back, and immediately said hurriedly: "I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it now!"

"Hehe, I can't help but return the goods." The boss at the stall next to him was jealous of the hawker making 10,000 yuan in vain, but now he saw that he suffered a big loss, he felt much more at ease, but he was jealous of Qin Dahai again, and his eyes were staring at Kunwudao, hoping to snatch it immediately.

"Not bad." Zhao Yafeng said in a deep voice: "There are rules of Antique Street. Since you have misunderstood, you can only suffer losses by yourself."

"That's right, you didn't refund the one you sold before, but now you want to refund it, it makes no sense."

Everyone said everything, but the vendor shouted with red eyes: "Fuck, if it were you, would you take it back?"

Many people stopped talking when this roar.

To be honest, they really want to take it back when standing in the position of hawkers. As for the rules of antique street? Who is still living in antique street with this knife? They have gone out early and are so carefree.

Han Yue curled his lips and said, "Miss I didn't say anything if I didn't eat rice noodles for three days. If you don't have any eyesight, who do you have to be reasonable in your business. Why don't you say it yourself?"

The vendor's face turned blue and white.

Finally, he suddenly said viciously: "Are you going to pay it back or not?"

Qin Dahai glanced at him and said lightly: "Get out."

The hawker was about to break his grim grin and said with a grim smile: "Okay, aren't you still? Okay, I promise you won't get out of the antique street!"

"You dare!"

What was Qin Dahai talking? Zhao Yafeng stood up and scolded: "Who gave you the courage to be arrogant in the antique street?"

Zhao Yafeng still has prestige, but in the face of this interest, the vendor didn't take it seriously at all, and still threatened Qin Dahai. But who is Qin Dahai? Even if it weren't for the threats of people like Zheng Shan, let alone him as a vendor? If there weren't too many people around him, he would have really slapped the vendor.

"Go away."

Qin Dahai said lightly.

The three of them didn't care. Han Yue was heartless. As for Ximen Bailing and Zhu Tao, they didn't care either. After all, their identities were placed there. Seeing that Qin Dahai ignored him, the vendor closed his stall with a gloomy face and retreated from the teasing eyes of everyone. After a while, he came to a small yard.

"San Master, something happened." The vendor shouted with a sad face as soon as he entered the yard.

"What's the matter?" asked the man who called the Third Master lying on the recliner and shakingly.

The vendor cried bitterly: "Kunwu's jade-cutting knife is gone."

"What's the matter?" Master San asked without understanding.

The vendor was busy telling the story of what had happened before, but he didn't dare to say that Han Yue and others were going to return the goods and he disagreed. As soon as he finished speaking, the third master jumped up from the recliner, kicked the vendor in the face, and scolded: "Bake it! Idiot! What the hell is it for me to want you!"

The vendor was so scared that he shivered.

"Your fucking heart is so big of a sword of King Mu of Zhou!" The third master slapped him again.

Poor, the vendor just stood up and cried, "San Master, don't bother with me here. You have to send someone to chase me quickly, otherwise the man will leave, where will he look for Yanjing so big?"

The third master took a few quick breaths, and soon called a subordinate. After a few instructions, the subordinate hurriedly rushed out. However, not long after, he rushed back with a serious expression. The third master was angry and asked, "Why are you back? Where is the knife?"

"Third Master, no." The man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The boy who took the knife was a master. I sent someone to inquire just now, and he had all dealt with Chen Zhang's group of people alone. Moreover, there was a man and a woman around him who were policemen, so this was impossible."

"What?"

The third master screamed in surprise.

Chen Zhang knew it, and he could be regarded as a big gangster.

And the police are there, how dare he flirt with the policeman's beard?

It's just Emperor Mu's sword!

This is simply too tempting. If you take it down and hand it over, then the glory and wealth will be within your control. At that moment, you are walking around the yard anxiously, staring at the vendor from time to time, which scared the latter to look up.

"As a bastard!"

The third master cursed.

Then he took out his cell phone, pointed at the vendor and scolded, "Get out, get out of here, get out as far as you can, don't let me see you!"

Where can the vendors dare to stay for a long time?

I got up and ran away in a flash.

The third master took a deep breath to calm down his mood, took out his cell phone and called. After the call was connected, he smiled with a polar attitude: "Mr. Shen, I have something to report to you."

"explain."

Mr. Shen on the opposite side was not in a good mood, and his tone was a bit hideous.

This scared the third master to be confused, but he didn't dare to waste time. He hurriedly said, "I heard that the old man of the Shen family has always liked swords. I have a great treasure sword."

"Lai San, don't be careless with me."

Mr. Shen said in a sinister way.

"Oh, how dare I do it?" Lai San said unjustly: "Mr. Shen, this knife is a treasure sword with great background. It was said by Zhao Yafeng himself. King Mu of Zhou's sword is not only priceless, but also a collectible product."

"oh?"

Mr. Shen's tone was a little bullish and said, "Take that knife over."

Lai San said with a wry smile: "Mr. Shen, if the Kunwu jade-cutting knife is in my hands, will I send it to you immediately? Isn't this a blind man taking it away?"

"Are you playing tricks on me?" Mr. Shen said with a sneer.

"I really don't dare." Lai San said: "I'm not thinking about you, so I'll give you a letter!"

Mr. Shen pondered for a moment and said, "Where is that person?"

"I just left the Antique Street, but my people were following me." Lai San said hurriedly.

Mr. Shen said: "Give me your contact information."

Lai San didn't dare to hesitate, so he handed it out. After a few more words of pleasing, he hung up the phone. He sat on the recliner beside him, but his face was still full of pain. It would be better to send the knife out by himself if he only provided one message. However, Qin Dahai and his group really didn't dare to move, and the two policemen alone were enough for him to bear it.

Since elephant legs cannot be eaten, then you have to drink some soup. At the very least, you have to eat a bite of fly legs, right?

"Passing it, if there are any of them who buy and sell goods in the future, let's give me some highlights!" Lai San suddenly shouted: "Don't fucking something like this happens. Who dares to commit crimes and insist on stabbing him to death!"
Chapter completed!