Two huge blue and white porcelain vases broke into pieces across the street.
Countless people stopped when they heard the sound. When they saw the porcelain fragments on the ground and the words "Laozhaitang" hanging in front of the shop, their expressions suddenly changed drastically.
"what are you doing?"
The staff member ran over with panic on his face, stared at the pile of debris and the calm-looking Jiang Rubing, and shouted coldly:
"How do you walk without eyes?"
He was cleaning at the door just now, and watched the blue and white porcelain fall to the ground and break into pieces.
"Did not notice."
Jiang Rubing snorted lightly and remained unmoved.
"Did not notice?"
The staff was furious:
"These two Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelains are the treasures of my old restaurant. They are a natural pair and are hard to find in the world."
"You smashed it with your eyes closed, and you just wanted to forget it without paying attention?"
"Ten million! One penny less today, don't even think about leaving here!"
When the other clerks in the store heard the sound, they all ran out and surrounded Jiang Rubing.
The onlookers all around had expressions of regret, as if it had happened elsewhere, forget it.
Antique Street, one true and one false nine.
But Laozhaitang is famous for its fidelity.
The boss is not a local from Nandu, but I heard he has a background in Shangjing, and all the goods he supplies are carefully selected in Shangjing and then sent to Nandu.
It also advertises that any antique porcelain from Laozhaitang will be compensated by ten if it is fake.
The store clerk said it was worth 10 million, which would only be less, not more.
"It doesn't look like you are short of money."
"Call your family and get the money, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to leave today."
The store clerk had noticed Jiang Rubing a long time ago and stood at the door of the nearby teahouse all afternoon. The Ferrari key in his hand looked like it was not an ordinary person.
"I have no money."
Jiang Rubing simply uttered three words, and then pointed at Qin Feng: "He is my boss, and he will compensate you."
Qin Feng turned around and was about to leave.
"Want to run?"
Several store clerks chased after him and blocked his way: "You don't want to say that you don't know each other, do you?"
"I've seen you two already. You've been at that teahouse all afternoon, and this woman has been waiting for you at the door, right?"
Qin Feng opened his mouth, looked at Jiang Rubing, whose beautiful eyes were staring at him, and suddenly smiled: "We are together."
"Then just pay the money quickly!"
The store clerk grabbed Qin Feng and took him to the door of the antique store. He also muttered:
"It's so fucking unlucky. Two guys broke the painting and didn't pay a penny, and now they've smashed the treasure of the store."
"Why do I feel like you guys are in the same group?"
Qin Feng bent down and picked up the porcelain fragments, holding them in his palm and observing them carefully.
The store clerk teased: "Huh, this is a genuine Ming Dynasty mother-of-pearl blue and white. It has an expert appraisal certificate. No matter how you look at it, you can't think it is fake."
"The stuff is real."
Qin Feng stood up and clapped his hands: "I will compensate you ten million. Find a bag and pick up all these pieces."
The store clerk was stunned.
Jiang Rubing was also stunned.
Her original intention was to break the pair of vases and frame the blame on Qin Feng, causing Qin Feng to vomit blood and lose face.
But Qin Feng actually admitted it without blinking an eye, and offered 10 million to buy these broken bottles.
wrong.
Her expression changed drastically.
"what happened?"
At this time, a middle-aged man with deep eyes walked out of the store door.
He is in his fifties, has an extraordinary bearing, and carries an aura of calmness and dignity.
"Mr. Qin."
The shop assistant immediately stepped forward: "This man broke our mother-in-law blue and white porcelain, and I'm looking for compensation from him."
"who?"
Mr. Qin turned his head and his eyes fell on Qin Feng.
Pupils tremble!
"Mr. Qin?"
The middle-aged man hurriedly greeted him: "Are you Qin Feng, Mr. Qin?"
Qin Feng frowned: "Do you know me?"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "You don't know something. Lao Fang is an old friend of mine. I heard him say some time ago that he met a miracle doctor and cured his eye disease."
"And I admire you very much. My original intention was to beg him to ask you to come and take a look at it."
"But I don't know what I'm busy with recently, so I keep declining, but I didn't expect to meet you directly."
Seeing Qin Feng's confused look, the middle-aged man hurriedly explained: "This is your first time meeting me, but last time I was at Changsheng Jewelry Building, I saw you from a distance and didn't dare to disturb you."
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Qin Hanzhang, and I am the owner of Laozhaitang."
Qin Feng then showed an expression of realization, and then his eyes swept over the man's face: "Have a headache?"
Qin Hanzhang nodded: "Yes, not only me, but also my wife has such a problem."
"Let's go in and have a look."
Qin Feng glanced at Jiang Rubing, who had a dull look on his face: "Take care of things, I'll settle the score with you later."