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************Peng Yun was walking in the market with a smile on his face. Today he was wearing a pale blue coat and old shoes with thousand-layer soles. Look.
When you look up, you look like a small businessman who has just arrived in Fengtian from other places, with a rustic atmosphere from top to bottom.
"Hey, little brother, come and take a look. This is an antique dug out from the imperial tomb. It is guaranteed to be genuine!" The vendors at the street stalls were selling their products vigorously.
The markets in North Fengtian City are very unique. Generally, one market specializes in one product. Just like Tianyi Bridge is a grocery store, Liuli Street is mainly for calligraphy and painting, and Pangjiayuan is mainly for antiques. The several markets are distinct and each has its own characteristics.
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Pangjiayuan Market is the largest antique market in Peiping. It is home to more than 70% of Fengtian City’s people who deal in antiques. It is very prosperous and lively. Looking around, in Peng Yun’s sight, there are densely packed with all kinds of antiques.
of genuine and fake antiques, of course, many of them are illegal. This kind of market has always been the main channel for illegal goods to be sold, so if you are chased and beaten just after you buy something, it can only mean that you are unlucky.
Black stuff.
Peng Yun put his hands in his pockets, whistled, kicked a bronze tripod in front of him, raised his head and asked, "How much is it?"
"You see, little brother, you are an honest person, so let's get it cheaper, just ten yuan!" The owner looked extremely honest, but he was thinking in his heart: "Look, you are just an old man from out of town. If I don't kill you, who will I kill?"
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"No way!" Peng Yun looked extremely surprised. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the slightly corroded bronze cauldron. Immediately, a large piece of copper rust fell to the ground.
"Why, little brother, you think it's too expensive, then we can discuss it! You bid!" The owner of the goods was already telling a big lie, so he deliberately appeared to be talkative and asked Peng Yun to propose the price.
Peng Yun shook his body and seemed to be calculating the price. Finally he raised his head and said, "I think it's only five yuan!"
"How much?" the cargo owner asked, his eyes as wide as two small steamed buns.
"Five yuan!" Peng Yun stretched out a hand, spread his fingers and shook it in front of the cargo owner, looking at him with a smile, "Dayang"
"Okay, deal, deal!" The owner was so happy that the lines on his forehead were blooming. He never dreamed that he would meet someone who took advantage of him as soon as the market opened. A broken tripod dug out of his own vegetable field was sold for five yuan.
Isn't it a pie falling from the sky? He nodded hurriedly and almost offered Peng Yun as the God of Wealth.
Peng Yun still had the same smiling expression. He took a step forward and stretched out his right hand from his pocket. Suddenly a bunch of silver coins fell down and hit the stall owner's stall. No more, no less, exactly five yuan.
Seeing so many, the smile on the stall owner's face became even brighter.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems that an amateur is an amateur. This is a summer cauldron, which can be sold for five thousand yuan." Peng Yun picked up the bronze cauldron and wiped it carefully while smiling at the stall owner.
"Boy, you're kidding me."
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, and he called back to several nearby vendors, who seemed to be acquaintances, and surrounded Peng Yun.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Peng Yun looked around and saw that the other pedestrians had stayed away and were watching from a distance. It seemed that these cargo owners often did this, buying and selling by force.
Bully foreigners!
"Boy, you are teasing me, are you here to cause trouble?" The stall owner saw that there were so many people, and his tone became harsh, and it was obvious that he was a bit of a bully.
"I'm not looking for trouble. This bronze tripod has been sold to me. Do you want to regret it?" Peng Yun looked puzzled. As he spoke, he shook the broken bronze tripod.
It means that you will not pay for your life if you make someone angry.
"I'm not going to sell it anymore, take your money and get out, otherwise, don't tell these guys that they won't agree!" The owner of the cargo knew that he was at a loss, and now he could only resort to rogue methods to solve the problem. Several cargo owners behind him followed suit.
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"It seems that you are planning to cheat!" Peng Yun stood there calmly, looking very calm, not paying attention to the aggressive guys around him.
"Is there anything this guy can't rely on?" The cargo owner's heart skipped a beat, but he calmed down immediately. Seeing that Peng Yun was thin and always smiling, he glared, revealing a sinister image: "I said
If it doesn’t sell, it won’t be sold. You little brat, get out of here and don’t let me cut you!”
Peng Yun seemed not to have seen it. He was still smiling and tiptoeing gently. When the cargo owner finished speaking, he raised his head and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Almost like lightning, he had grabbed the cargo owner's arm and pulled him away.
He pulled it in front of him, raised his knees and pressed it against the belly of the cargo owner. Then he moved his left shoulder and slammed into the chest of the cargo owner. He was knocked out and fell into the stall of a person next to him. Suddenly, the stall
The things on the bed were smashed into pieces and became a mess.
At the same time, the crowd was separated, and a dozen burly men squeezed in from the outside, protecting Peng Yun, and then picked up the felled guy and dragged him to the front.
At this time, everyone could see that this young man might not have a simple background, and those vendors would be in trouble.
Everyone was silent, staring at the boy in front of them with wide eyes for a while. They didn't expect that he was so powerful and seemed to be very powerful. The cargo owners who were originally prepared to help stepped back, fearing that Peng Yun would find them. Very soon
Soon the area around Peng Yun became empty.
Peng Yun patted his shoulder, which was completely free of dust, and walked towards the cargo owner who was lying on the ground groaning with a smile. When the cargo owner saw him walking over with a smile on his face, he was so frightened that he forgot about the pain. He got up from the ground and knelt on the ground.
Zuo Yi said: "Boss, I am short-sighted. Please don't remember the faults of villains. Please spare me. I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"Who told me to get out just now?" Peng Yun was still smiling, but in the eyes of the cargo owner, the smile was more terrifying than the fangs of the tiger in Liger Mountain. "No one in Fengtian City dares to let me get out yet."
Was born."
"Young master, you don't care about the villain's fault, just treat me like a fart. I will never dare to do it again, never again." The stall owner was frightened, and then he realized that he had offended someone who should not be offended.
People have long been out of their minds, kowtowing hurriedly, and begging for mercy.
"It's okay to let me spare you, but you have to tell me where Hei Laowu is?" The young man still had a smile on his face, but his eyes became cold.
At this time, someone finally remembered his identity. It turned out that this young man was the detective of the Detective Division of the Peking Police Department. His name was Peng Yun, and of course he also had the nickname Peng Yanwang.
I don’t know how many criminals have fallen into his hands, and what this guy likes to do most is to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.
The stall owner didn't dare to disobey, and while kowtowing, he told Peng Yun everything he knew.
After listening to the stall owner's narration, Peng Yun nodded and waved to him. Several plainclothes detectives let go of the stall owner and followed him towards the outside of Panjiayuan Street. "Seeing that you are so obedient this time, let's go."
I'll spare you once, but I'll beat you again next time I see you."
Until Peng Yun had gone far away, the stall owner didn't dare to get up. He knelt on the ground and kept nodding in agreement.
Peng Yun has a bicycle.
This was a rarity at that time, although it looks extremely shabby now.
Peng Yun was currently slinging the bicycle across his body, with one foot on the ground, looking at the two men walking opposite with a relaxed expression.
They were two men of medium height, both in their thirties, with shaved heads, and dragon tattoos on their arms. The dragon heads extended to their chests, and they looked very tough.
Seeing Peng Yun riding a bicycle in front of them, blocking the way, the two of them were startled for a moment, and then showed angry expressions. A slightly taller bald man on the left took a step forward and shouted: "Get out of here, how dare you, a wild boy?"
Block the uncle’s way!”
Peng Yun didn't even get off the car, he just sat astride it. His bright smile couldn't hide the strong evil in his eyes, and he stared at the two people opposite him without blinking.
When they met Peng Yun's eyes, both of them subconsciously took a step back. A chill arose in their hearts. The young man in front of them gave them a sense of danger, making them want to turn around and run away.
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Peng Yun spoke with a calm tone, as erratic as the clouds in the sky. But the two of them shuddered.
"Who are you?" the two people asked in panic, their voices full of fear.
"Peng Yun!"
With these two simple words, the smile on Peng Yun's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a piece of ice-like indifference. Before the two people could react, Peng Yun had already flown up from the bicycle, turned around in the air, and lifted his feet.
He kicked out and landed on the chests of the two bald heads respectively, and then used his strength to do a somersault and fall back onto the bicycle, just in time to support the bicycle that was about to fall to the ground.
The two bald heads flew several meters away. They stood up from the ground holding their chests. They felt as if their chests had been hit hard by a sledgehammer. The bones seemed to be broken. They coughed twice and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He came out and dyed the dragon head tattoo on his chest red.
"Peng Yun, you are the King of Hell Peng!" The two men looked at Peng Yun as if they were looking at an executioner holding a butcher knife dripping with blood. Peng Yun's weird speed and fierce offensive gave them no time to react.
But what frightened them the most was the intimidating evil aura around Peng Yun.
"Hei Laowu, you were responsible for the massacre in the south of the city, right? I've been looking for you for several days. Do you still want to run away today?!" Peng Yun still had the same indifferent expression, as if the whole world had collapsed with him.
It doesn't matter.
When the two people heard this, their expressions changed, especially the taller bald one, who turned pale and turned around to run away.
At this time, on the other side of the alley, a dozen plainclothes detectives from the detective team appeared at the entrance of the alley. They came over with an angry look on their faces, all carrying boxes of cannons in their hands.
When Hei Laowu and his accomplices saw this scene, they were all desperate. They knew that they would not run away this time, and as for resistance, the two of them had no intention of resisting.
In front of Peng Yun, resisting is tantamount to asking for abuse.
Watching the two people being handcuffed by the detective team and escorted out of the alley, Peng Yun clapped his hands and said behind him without looking back: "Come out, you must be tired after following me for so long! Do you need me to ask you to sit down?
meeting!"
Dai Mei slowly walked out of the shadow behind him, with a look of surprise on her face. She obviously didn't expect that Peng Yun would find her, but then she smiled brightly and walked to Peng Yun's side.
"How did you find me?" Dai Mei was very curious about how Peng Yun found her. You must know that she is a killer who has received professional stealth training. How could she be discovered so easily?
Peng Yun regained his smiling expression and pointed to his nose: "Because of it, please don't wear so much perfume when you play hide and seek in the future. Even if I don't have to smell it specially, it will."
Drill right into my nose!”
"Really?" Dai Mei pulled up her sleeve and smelled it carefully. It seemed that she had indeed applied too much perfume, and then she felt relieved. But Peng Yun's next words made her turn into a stone sculpture.
"I asked you, can you hide your breasts when you hide them? They are so high, as if you are afraid that others can't see them!"
"You!" Dai Mei was furious for a moment, but she didn't expect Peng Yun's eyes to be so sharp.
Peng Yun turned his head and said something to the back of his head: "I'm going somewhere to relax. Do you want to go or not?"
"Go!" Dai Mei jumped onto the back seat of Peng Yun's bicycle without hesitation, as if she was afraid that Peng Yun would leave her and run away alone.
There was one more person on the bicycle, and it immediately became shaky, heading out of the alley.
Dai Mei was startled and hurriedly put her arms around Peng Yun's waist, "I asked you if you can ride."
Peng Yun smiled awkwardly, "I just learned it, I just learned it."
"No way, help!" Dai Mei screamed.
Amidst the harsh squeaking sound, Peng Yun's severely overloaded bicycle finally disappeared outside the alley after struggling for a while.