The boss was stunned and said: "She smashed my plate, and I thanked her instead?
What should I thank her for!"
Fang Lin nodded and said, "Yes, you should thank her precisely because she smashed your plate.
As for thanking her, of course it would be to thank her for smashing your plate.
Think about it, everything in this world is rare.
If you smash one of the two identical dishes, there will be no second identical thing in the world, and the value will be doubled dozens of times?
In my opinion, the remaining plates can be sold for one or two million without any problem!"
The owner of the porcelain stall was dumbfounded and didn't know whether Fang Lin was really stunned or just pretending to be dumbfounded.
On this antique street, even if there were real antique porcelain, no one would put it on the street. No one should carefully collect those valuable genuine pieces, and only show them to the real buyers when they meet them.
None of the porcelain on his desk is worth more than 300 yuan.
And those two mandarin duck dishes, together, only cost sixty yuan.
Walk forward eighty meters and there is a vendor with two identical plates.
He wanted 100,000 yuan, which was a sky-high price. Shen Ke's counteroffer of 100,000 yuan just now was too harsh. If he had paid back 500,000 yuan, he might have agreed just now.
But Fang Lin's gave him a feeling of confusion, and he said that the value of the remaining plate was dozens of times higher, and could be sold for one to two million.
I don’t know if I’m pretending to be dumbfounded to fool him in order to evade responsibility, or if I’m really dumbfounded and really feel that the value of the remaining plate has doubled.
Looking at Fang Lin suspiciously, the boss said with a smile: "Since you think the value of this plate has doubled, then just give it to you. You give me two hundred thousand, and I will include the broken one." On your head, I will sell you the remaining plate as well.
If you can resell it for one or two million, then that's considered your skill."
Fang Lin nodded and smiled: "Then the relationship is great, it's settled! Two hundred thousand, I'll buy it!"
The stall owner was overjoyed and said that the antique business is lucky and one transaction can last for half a lifetime.
No, this one deal can last him two years!
"It's settled, it's settled!" the boss laughed.
At this moment, a motorcade arrived at the intersection of Antique Street.
There were more than a dozen all-black Mercedes-Benz G's parked on the side of the alley, attracting the attention of countless people.
In the first car, Motel sat in the back seat, pointed at the porcelain stall at the entrance of the antique street, and said coldly: "Did you see it? It's that man. Kill him. Don't hurt the woman. Give me I'll bring it back."
Sitting next to Motel was a man who was nearly forty years old and only had nine fingers. He had no index finger on his left hand, so he made himself a pair of steel fingers, which seemed to be usable.
The man held the cigarette between his iron fingers and said with a smile: "Young Master Tai is very sincere and affectionate. I think that girl will understand your thoughts sooner or later."
Motel snorted: "When she is taken out of the country, to that lawless and sinful island, with no friends and only me to rely on, she will have to understand even if she doesn't understand!"
"That's what Mr. Tai said, haha!" The nine-fingered man laughed loudly, took out the walkie-talkie, and said sullenly: "Kill the man and bring the woman back. Remember, don't hurt that beautiful stewardess. .”
After a pause, he gave an order: "Do it!"
In an instant, more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz vehicles were suddenly driven down by hundreds of men in black, aiming directly at Fang Lin. Each one of them approached Fang Lin at full speed with terrifying momentum.
"Ah!" Everyone passing by was startled by the momentum of these people. Some people were knocked down and did not dare to say a word. They quickly got up and fled from the place.
At this time, Fang Lin handed the remaining blue and white mandarin duck dish to the porcelain stall owner, pretending to take out his mobile phone, and said: "You put the plate away first, and I will pay you."
The boss hurriedly took the plate, holding back the turmoil in his heart, hoping that Fang Lin would transfer the payment to him.
But just after he took the plate into his hand, he discovered that Fang Lin had no intention of taking out his cell phone.
Wei Wei was stunned, and was about to ask Fang Lin what was going on when he saw dozens or hundreds of men in black suddenly running towards Fang Lin with murderous intent!
When the fastest runner was still a few meters away from Fang Lin, he jumped up suddenly and kicked Fang Lin in the back of the head.
Fang Lin didn't even look back, and walked two steps to the side: "Hey, this porcelain vase is also pretty good-looking."
Before he finished speaking, the leg of the man in black passed him by, and by accident, he kicked the plate in the hands of the stall owner.
With a click, the last mandarin duck blue and white porcelain plate was kicked to pieces, and the stall owner was also kicked to the ground by Yu Li.
Wow!
The man fell from the air and knocked down the entire porcelain stall. Hundreds of porcelains all crashed to the ground, and it looked like not a single one was intact.
"Ouch! My baby!"
The stall owner burst into tears and howled loudly. He grabbed the man who was smashed to pieces and covered in blood by the broken porcelain. He yelled: "My porcelain costs millions, you compensate me! Compensate."
I!"
"Get out of here!" The man in black grinned and stood up from the pile of porcelain, pointed at Fang Lin and said, "Give it to me!"
The group of slightly dazed men in black behind them all attacked Fang Lin again with evil expressions on their faces.
As soon as Fang Lin bent down, he put Shen Ke on his shoulders, hugged Shen Ke's thigh with one hand, and carried Shen Ke's suitcase with the other hand. He laughed and ran deep into the antique street!
A group of men in black were chasing after her, and the entire antique street was in a frenzy.
One after another, the antiques sold by the vendors were knocked to the ground by the group of men in black. The copper, iron and other utensils were okay, but anything related to porcelain and jade was not intact, and they were all smashed to the ground.
One by one, the stall owners cursed and shouted angrily, dragging the men in black to argue with them. The two sides immediately started fighting with fists and kicks.
The number of men in black chasing Fang Lin gradually decreased because they were grabbed by the stall owner and argued.
Shen Ke was lying on Fang Lin's shoulder. He didn't feel any bumps at all. He just felt that being held by Fang Lin like this was a bit too close and a little embarrassing.
Looking at the mess in the place, the quarrels, and the bloody scenes, I just felt frightened.
This group of men in black chased her fiercely, but gradually there were fewer and fewer of them, and although Fang Lin was carrying her, he was still very fast, and these men in black couldn't catch up at all.
Gradually, Shen Ke stopped worrying and couldn't help but smile.
So exciting!
Why is it so exciting every time I'm with Fang Lin?
