One by one, the gangsters flew out like sacks, smashing and rolling all over the ground, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
Painful moans and groans rang out one after another, and the ruffians lay on the ground, unable to get up.
Lu Fan showed no mercy. Including the short-haired young man, these gangsters from Lao Fangzhai either suffered a few broken ribs, a broken arm, or a dislocated shoulder...
At this time, a group of waitresses in the lobby were shocked.
transfixed!
The thugs that Lao Fangzhai had raised for so many years were all knocked down by an ordinary-looking outsider?
Laofangzhai has been open for so many years, and they have always bullied outsiders. When did they come back after being bullied by a outsider?
This, this is absolutely impossible to happen!
The waitresses' faces were pale, and their previous arrogance was gone. Their eyes looking at Lu Fan were full of fear and fear.
After beating the man, Lu Fan wandered around the hall leisurely and picked up a blue and white jade pot and spring vase from the shelf.
"The blue and white porcelain from the Kangxi period is, unfortunately, fake."
boom!
It hit the ground.
Broken all over the ground.
"The glazed lamp from the Jiajing period is, unfortunately, also fake."
boom!
It hit the ground.
Broken all over the ground.
"Fans from the Qianlong period, ceramics from the Southern Song Dynasty, inkstones from the Zhenguan period... They are all fake. You have such a big store and you don't even have a single genuine product? It's really disappointing..."
Lu Fan shook his head and threw the antiques in his hand on the ground, breaking them into pieces one by one.
The waitresses' faces turned pale. They saw Lu Fan holding all the antiques on the cabinet in his hands as if they were at home, and then threw them to the ground and smashed them to pieces. They felt their throats were tight and they couldn't say a word.
Not coming out.
Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps.
A group of men in black, surrounded by a noble old man, rushed in through the secret door in the backstage.
This old man is about the same age as Lu Fuqing, but he is even more energetic, with a rosy face and a childish face. He is wearing a white satin Tang suit with Tai Chi patterns embroidered on it. He can walk very fast without anyone's support.
The feeling of being vigorous and vigorous.
And judging from the way they walked, the men in black seemed to be powerful, but they were all following the old man, not walking to the left, right or in front, which proved that these people were just the old man's followers and did not play any protective role.
"Kong, Mr. Kong?"
Seeing the old man appear, the waitresses did not immediately rush to complain and cry, but their faces were full of horror, as if they were very surprised by the old man's sudden appearance.
But a scene that surprised Lu Fan even more occurred.
He saw the beautiful woman in cheongsam who had taken away his jade pendant before, following the crowd and appearing through the secret door backstage.
However, at this moment, she completely lost the calmness and calmness she had before. Her hair was draped messily on her shoulders, her face was pale, half of her cheeks were red and swollen, and one of the high heels on her feet was missing. She was stumbling when she walked.
It was picked up by a man in black.
"Who gave you this jade pendant?"
The old man walked to the hall, holding in his hand the jade pendant that Lu Fan gave to the cheongsam beauty for appraisal.
The beauty in cheongsam looked around. She was first frightened by the tragic scene in the hall, and then pointed at Lu Fan with a trembling hand: "Yes, it's him."
The old man glanced at Lu Fan with a knife-like gaze: "Are you the owner of this jade pendant?"
Lu Fan nodded: "It's mine. Are you the treasure appraiser?"
"Treasure appraiser?" The old man was obviously stunned for a moment.
Immediately, a man in black behind him was heard sternly saying: "If you don't kneel down first when you see Mr. Kong, and dare to say rude words, you should be beaten!"
As he said this, a group of men in black were about to step forward and attack Lu Fan.
"Everyone, step back."
The old man raised his hand and stopped these people's next move.
A pair of eyes kept scanning Lu Fan's body, and after a long while, he asked tentatively: "If I weren't stupid, you should be from out of town."
"Yes." Lu Fan nodded.
"Come from Nandu." The old man's eyes were a little excited.
"How do you know?" Lu Fan was stunned. Although he had stayed in Nandu for three years, he was a native of Shangjing after all, and his speech did not have a Nandu accent.
"really……"
The old man took a deep breath and asked: "Mr. Tang...that's Tang Zhenkang, how are you doing now?"
Tang Zhenkang?
Lu Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then his pupils contracted violently.
"Do you know Tang Zhenkang, the head of the Tang family?"
Under the expectant gaze of the old man, Lu Fan shook his head gently: "He has been dead for more than two years, don't you know?"
