Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, the stall owner's face suddenly darkened, but then he softened.

"You said the money in my pocket belongs to you, what evidence do you have?"

At this time, the strong man and others all looked hesitant, not knowing who to help.

So they stopped interrupting to see who was right. Anyway, they would benefit from whichever side they helped.

Zhang Xiaofan directly looked into the stall owner's pocket, counted the money inside, and deliberately wrote down the numbers on several bills inside.

"What evidence? I just bought the small tripod for two hundred and eighty-three thousand six hundred and fifty-eight yuan and sixty-seven cents, and now the money is exactly in your pocket."

Hearing this, the stall owner was stunned; he knew that he had more than 280,000 yuan in his pocket, and there was also a lot of change. But how did Zhang Xiaofan know?

Seeing the change in the stall owner's expression, the strong man narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that what Zhang Xiaofan said before was most likely true.

"How's it going? Am I right?"

The stall owner's face became increasingly grim, but then he thought about it, the money in his pocket was definitely not as much as Zhang Xiaofan said.

"Hmph! You said I have two hundred and eighty-three thousand six hundred and fifty-eight yuan and sixty-seven cents in my pocket? What if it's not this number?"

Zhang Xiaofan raised his lips slightly and said directly: "If it is not this number, I will compensate you eight million. And I know my money, and I remember the numbers on each piece of money. If you don't believe me, I will tell you a few."

"

Then Zhang Xiaofan asked the strong man to find paper and pen and write down three paragraphs of numbers.

"Brother, you have to testify for me. He will take out the money later. If the amount is the same as I said, and there are these numbers in it, it proves that the money is mine. You have to help me get it back."

The strong man nodded quickly: "Brother, don't worry! I will give you a lot of money back when the time comes."

Now the stall owner began to hesitate completely. He had never counted how much money he had in his pocket. He only knew that it was more than 280,000 yuan, and that he had just met an unlucky guy to cheat him out of it yesterday.

If he was really guessed, where would he go to reason?

"Take out the money and count it. If it really belongs to this little brother, you'd better return it to me obediently!"

The strong man looked at the stall owner with an indifferent expression and urged him to count the money quickly.

Seeing that things had come to this, the stall owner gritted his teeth and thought to himself that even if he could guess the amount of money, he might not be able to guess the number on the money correctly.

Immediately, he took out all the money in his pocket, which was a lot full.

When the strong men saw so much cash, they immediately started to cry.

Zhang Xiaofan reached out and picked up a few pictures and called to the strong man: "Brother, look at the numbers on these pictures. Are they the same as what I wrote down?"

The strong man quickly took the money, carefully compared the serial numbers Zhang Xiaofan had just written, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Since everything matches, it means that the money does belong to Zhang Xiaofan.

Then he quietly stuffed a few pieces of money into his pocket, and then began to count the money on the ground.

Zhang Xiaofan naturally turned a blind eye to the strong man's actions and said nothing.

After a while, the strong man stood up and glared at the stall owner: "The money is in the right amount and the number is right; it clearly belongs to this little brother, but you still want to blackmail me. You are so unkind."

Bar?"

The stall owner's face was dark. He couldn't believe it and counted it again. Sure enough, including the three that the strong man stuffed into his pocket, the number was exactly the same as Zhang Xiaofan said.

This is really crazy. Even he himself doesn't know how much money he has. Why does that kid know it so well?

Seeing that the stall owner had nothing to say, the strong man urged him: "Okay, okay, I don't think this little brother is an unforgiving person. Just return the money to him and let's settle the matter like this."

Already."

How could the stall owner give his money to Zhang Xiaofan so willingly?

But after thinking about it, due to the presence of those four or five strong men, I could only hold back my anger, leave a pile of money and leave in disgrace.

Zhang Xiaofan raised his lips slightly and turned to look at the strong man at the head: "Thanks to my brother for helping me this time, otherwise I would have been really deceived by that man."

As he said this, he picked up a small half of it from the ground and put it in his pocket. Now he was short of money. If he didn't take the money, he wouldn't take it for nothing.

Then he pointed at the remaining half, smiled and said to the strong man at the head: "These are just brothers inviting you to drink, brothers, don't be polite."

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, the strong man's face immediately became ecstatic, and while he was trying to evade his words, he already started to collect the money from the ground.

"Brother, this is all as it should be, and you don't have to be polite; if anything happens in the future, just give me Wang Laowu's name."

The strong man in the lead said boldly, and then handed Zhang Xiaofan a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

Zhang Xiaofan did not refuse, took the note, said a few polite words, and then left the black market.

"Brother Wang, that boy is quite good. Let's take more care of him from now on."

"Yes, I can see this. If we have any big business in the future, let him know. As the saying goes, fat water should not flow to outsiders, but this meat must not rot in the pot."

Several people were talking to each other and already regarded Zhang Xiaofan as one of their own...

On the other side, after Zhang Xiaofan left the black market, he originally wanted to take a taxi to Xiao Yunfeng's house and stay overnight.

But suddenly he faintly noticed that someone was following behind him.

'Huh, it must be the stall owner from before. I already knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. In this case, let's play with him.'

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan deliberately slowed down and took out a thick stack of money from his pocket.

"One, two, three, four, seven, eight, eleven, all of them are my money, which will make you very angry."

Zhang Xiaofan said loudly, intentionally or unintentionally, and then he could clearly hear the increasingly rapid breathing coming from not far behind him.

You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the person at the back who was so angry at Zhang Xiaofan's words.

But he hasn't shown up yet, either because he is still worried or because he is waiting for help.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care. Since the other party could keep his composure, he was not in a hurry; he simply found a place to do it.

Not long after, as he had guessed, there was a burst of rapid footsteps coming from a distance. Judging from the sound, there must be at least a dozen people.

Zhang Xiaofan used clairvoyance to look towards the source of the sound, and then a strange look appeared on his face.

There were indeed quite a few people coming, seventeen or eight in total, and they all looked menacing and had weapons in their hands.
Chapter completed!