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"What kind of account is this?! I don't owe you anything?!" Zhang Zhibin said angrily. He was already very angry when he encountered a fake, but the owner of the house knocked him out, which naturally added fuel to the fire.

Infuriating.

"You don't owe me anything?" Master Zhao stared at Zhang Zhibin with a cold eyebrow and asked, "Think about it carefully and see if you owe me anything? From yesterday morning to now, you have been relying on us. Are you going to let me

Are you eating, drinking, and living for free? Let me settle an account for you first. Let’s not talk about fuel, rice, oil, and salt. The money for vegetables alone is a lot. The chicken we ate yesterday was a pheasant, an authentic pheasant.

Thousands of dollars per pound, I’ll count you eight thousand, and those few fish are the giant salamanders we caught specially - do you know the giant salamanders? National second-level protected wild animals, we took the risk to catch them for you to eat, you

After eating it, you just wipe your mouth and leave?! How can anything be so cheap in the world?!"

"You...you're talking nonsense! That's just an ordinary fish. How many yuan does it cost per pound? I'll just pay you!" Zhang Zhibin shouted loudly.

At this moment, Zhang Yilong and Mu Wanqing, who were standing aside, looked at each other. Both of them looked shocked and helpless. Is this the legendary "trickster"? A pheasant is asking for more than 8,000 yuan. Is this not blackmail?

What.

Zhang Yilong felt even more funny in his heart. The other party had even tricked the baby fish, so there was no need to use such a low-level excuse to extort money. It was so laughable.

"Zhang, I won't talk nonsense to you!" Master Zhao pointed at Zhang Zhibin with a fierce look, "Those giant salamanders, if sold to the black vegetable market, can sell for at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. After all, you guys

We ate a total of 40,000 to 50,000 yuan worth of food, plus the accommodation fees, drinks, and our labor costs, it’s 60,000 yuan! Bring it!"

"What if I don't take it?!" Zhang Zhibin asked with eyes wide open and without any sign of weakness.

"Don't even think about leaving if you don't take it! None of you can get out of this door today! No one will answer your call! Don't think I'm joking with you! If you don't pay me, you can't leave here safely.

!" Master Zhao jumped up and shouted. He looked so arrogant. He didn't look like an honest and hospitable old farmer. He was clearly a very fierce robber.

"You... I won't take it! I won't give you a penny, let's see what you can do!" Zhang Zhibin scolded tit for tat.

After saying that, he called Sanlin, and the two men rushed over and tried to open the door.

"Bang!" San Lin, who was running in front, was kicked hard before his hand touched the door panel. He was thrown back and sat on the ground. He must have fallen very hard and only felt pain.

He gritted his teeth and his face was distorted.

"You... how dare you hit someone?!" Zhang Zhibin roared angrily. Seeing his friend being beaten, he was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly attacked Master Zhao and the others.

But Zhang Zhibin was no match for them at all. Before his fist even touched the opponent's clothes, Master Zhao had already grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.

"Ah!" Zhang Zhibin bent down involuntarily, screaming, and his whole body seemed to fall under Master Zhao's palm, letting him manipulate him.

"What if I just touch your hands?!" Master Zhao shouted, "I have practiced kung fu for decades, but I still can't deal with you two little brats?!"

He didn't take the other party seriously at all!

"You... don't mess around!" At this moment, Zhang Yilong spoke and said anxiously, "If you have something to say, why bother to use your hands and feet?"

This result was greatly beyond his expectation. He originally thought that Old Man Zhao was a frail old man who could fall down with just a push. Who knew that he was hiding his secrets and turned out to be a martial artist, capable of killing his age with just three punches and two kicks?

Zhang Zhibin, who was much younger than him, had a fight with San Lin. As a result, the other party clearly had the upper hand. If he forced himself to fight, he would only suffer a loss.

As the saying goes, "A good man never suffers the loss of his eyes." Seeing that Zhang Zhibin was about to be severely beaten, how could Zhang Yilong stand by and watch, but he was self-aware and knew that his own skills were mediocre and he was by no means a match for Old Man Zhao, not to mention that the other party had

There were so many people watching eagerly, and he had to take care of the weak and slender Mu Wanqing, so he could only resolve this matter in a more peaceful way.

"It's okay if you don't do anything." Old Man Zhao turned around and looked at Zhang Yilong and said, "Give me money, 60,000 yuan! Not a penny less!"

"How can we have so much money?!" Zhang Yilong shook his head quickly.

In fact, he brought more than 100,000 yuan in his backpack. Of course he could take out 60,000 yuan, but how could he be willing to give this money to that group of cunning liars?

"There's not 60,000 yuan, but 50,000 yuan, right?" Old Man Zhao said, "Don't try to deceive others, I know you have brought at least more than 50,000 yuan! Pay the money quickly, pay the money early and leave early, otherwise we will

Break the legs of these two bastards!"

"Brother Bin, ignore them! Don't give them money!" Zhang Zhibin shouted.

"Tell you the hardest! Are you looking for death?!" Old man Zhao suddenly hit Zhang Zhibin twice on the shoulder, and Zhang Zhibin couldn't help but howl.

"Stop! Don't hit him! Let him go first and talk about the compensation slowly! If you hit him again, then don't ask for the money!" Zhang Yilong scolded.

"Okay, as long as you give us the money, everything will be easy. We are all civilized and polite people, so they should give us the 60,000 yuan." After hearing what Zhang Yilong said, Old Man Zhao's tone suddenly became calmer.

Then he pushed Zhang Zhibin. Zhang Zhibin staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Zhang Yilong reacted quickly and reached out to hold him up, so he didn't fall to the ground in embarrassment.

"Hey, what are you doing?! Do you want to call the police?!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the young man who was sharpening his knife.

Zhang Yilong was startled. When he turned around and looked around, his expression changed drastically. He saw the man holding a knife in one hand and grabbing Mu Wanqing, who had been standing quietly aside, with the other.

It turned out that Mu Wanqing was secretly sending text messages on her mobile phone. Unexpectedly, someone with sharp eyes on the other side saw it, which aroused their nervousness.

"Don't touch him!"

Seeing that the man was treating Mu Wanqing very roughly, Zhang Yilong was furious. He stepped forward without thinking and blocked the man's hand from scratching Mu Wanqing.

"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

Old man Zhao hurriedly walked over and exclaimed: "Miss, I don't want to touch you! But you have to be conscious of yourself! We are reasonable people. This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't mess with it yourself.

Come in! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude! Be honest and solve this matter as soon as possible?!”

"Mr. Mu, this is none of your business. It's okay." Zhang Yilong whispered comfort in Mu Wanqing's ear. He knew that Mu Wanqing tried to call the police just now, but it was basically useless. Although there was a police station stationed nearby,

But the distance is quite far, and by the time the police arrive, it may already be too late. Besides, calling the police is not a good thing. If the police arrive by then, and Old Man Zhao and the others jump over the wall in a hurry, the hostages may be harmed.

"Little brother, get the money quickly!" Old Man Zhao urged Zhang Yilong impatiently.

Knowing that he was in a dangerous situation, Zhang Yilong had no other choice but to spend money to eliminate the disaster. It only cost 50,000 yuan, and it was like buying a piece of junk.

Anyone who works in this industry has never encountered this kind of thing at the beginning. The only blame is that Zhang Zhibin has little experience and lacks eyesight, and is easily deceived.

Zhang Yilong has actually been used to it for a long time. Zhang Zhibin had not been blackmailed or held hostage before. Fortunately, the group of people he met were not so vicious, otherwise they would have robbed all their money and valuables, and they would have been beaten.

Beat him violently.

So Zhang Yilong took out 50,000 yuan from his bag and prepared to hand it to Old Man Zhao.

"Brother Long, don't worry!" Zhang Zhibin suddenly grabbed Zhang Yilong's arm.

"Aren't you in a hurry?! You're looking for a fight, aren't you?!" The knife-wielding man on the side raised his knife high and threatened.

Zhang Zhibin said confidently: "Where are you taking my things?! Give me back those antiques I gave you! **, you want so much money from us after eating a little of your things, robbers, bandits! You guys

If you do the first grade of junior high school, I will do the fifteenth grade!"

"Haha~~" Old Man Zhao looked up to the sky and said with disdain, "It's just those antiques of yours?! It's too much for me to give them to me! What's so big about it?! You really think of yourself as a treasure.

What's up?! Xiaoye, give those things back to them! I don't want them! What rubbish!"

"Yes, brother!" The young man and the stupid old painting owner Lao Li rushed into the house to get something. After a while, they took out several bags, one of which was handed back to Zhang Zhibin.

Zhang Yilong took it over angrily.

"Money, pay it quickly!" Old Man Zhao stretched out his hand to Zhang Yilong.

Zhang Yilong had no choice but to hand over all the 50,000 yuan to Old Man Zhao.

As soon as they got the money, they were busy packing their things. I bet they were not the owners of this old house at all. They were cultural relic smugglers who committed crimes on the move, because Zhang Yilong saw through his clairvoyance that all the antiques in their bags were

.

"You two are a bit young when you come out to hang out!" Old Man Zhao proudly looked down on Zhang Zhibin and San Lin. "This is a little lesson for you. In the future, you should be brighter and don't count money for others after being sold.

!”

After saying that, each of them carried a baggage and left.

"Xiao Bin, you're good! Your pair of Dou Cai stem bowls are genuine and can be sold for millions! Now you've made a profit!"

Just at this moment, Zhang Yilong screamed, and when Old Man Zhao and the others heard this, they immediately looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

"You...what did you say?!"

In the end, Old Man Zhao couldn't hold it back anymore. He turned around and walked back and asked: "You said those pair of stem bowls are genuine?! Are you lying to me?!"

"Whether this bowl is genuine or not seems to be none of your business, right?" Zhang Yilong, who was admiring the pile of bowls, took a step back, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"It's none of our business?" Old Man Zhao sneered, "Tell me, how come that bowl is genuine Doucai porcelain?"

With that said, he gently put aside his revenge and had no intention of leaving immediately.!~!
Chapter completed!