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Brunei Street in the evening is the busiest time. Those who are interested in picking up leaks, those who like to join in the fun, or those who are looking for some special small objects, will just take a walk after dinner to have a look.
Yang Zimei was wearing the ugly blue and white school uniform of Nancheng Middle School, and her long jet-black hair was tied up in a high ponytail for convenience.
Ordinary attire made her look not much different from other female middle school students.
She walked through the crowds on Brunei Street, stopping by to check out the stalls to see if there was anything she could miss.
It's a pity that they are all fakes or modern handicrafts, which are of no value. Those stall owners are just relying on their three-inch tongue to fool the spectators, and they count as one.
She shook her head slightly, and was about to go directly to Mo Xuan when she heard a noise not far away.
"I really didn't expect, little brother, you have a simple and honest face, and you actually fooled me with fake things, saying that it was the Haotian Tower of the Han Dynasty. In fact, it was just a piece of broken copper. You, give me three thousand yuan back." An angry male voice shouted.
"Buying and selling is voluntary, because you don't have the ability to judge, how can you blame me?" Another voice also shouted.
"That's right, our antique street test is eyesight. If you don't have eyesight, you bought fakes and want to return them, so we can still play? If you pick up a big leak for 3,000 yuan, can our stall owner take it back? "There is a stall owner next to him.
"That's right, with your eyesight and attitude, you still dare 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!"
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This scene is very familiar to Yang Zimei, she happened to see it in her last life, it was the same scene, she did not expect it to reappear in this life.
At that time, she also joined the crowd to watch the excitement.
I remember that at that time, a man bought a black iron tower about 10 centimeters high from the stall called Wednesday Books for 3,000 yuan. After half a day, he folded it back and said that Wednesday Books sold him fake products. Ask for a return.
Naturally, Shu Shu didn't want to, so the two started a dispute.
In the end, the man went back to rescue the soldiers, called a large group of urban management, and smashed up the stall of Wednesday Book.
On Wednesday, I was not very bookish, so I rushed forward and tried my best, but was kicked in the chest by one of the urban management, injured my internal organs, and died within a few days after returning home and vomiting blood.
This incident caused a great stir in Brunei Street...
Now, she sees the case repeating itself, so she can't just watch the soul of the book return to nine days on Wednesday.
There was a 70-year-old mother in the Wednesday Calligraphy House, a seriously ill wife and two young children. His death broke the whole family pillar.
Because her family was destroyed in her previous life, although Yang Zimei was not a bodhisattva, she couldn't bear to see the tragedy happen like this.
So she squeezed in and saw that the two were about to fight.
Her eyes fell on the culprit - the small iron tower, her eyes lit up.
The appearance of the small iron tower is obviously old, and the workmanship is poor. Anyone with a little vision and appreciation can see that it is an old object.
However, when she observed it with her celestial eyes, she looked different.
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