Fortunately, all three items were counterfeits. Although Old Meng felt distressed, he was not too upset. Still, even if the three items were worthless, the other party had to show some sincerity. He could not just smash Old Meng's things and refuse to pay, right? Of course, since they were counterfeits, Old Meng only wanted the man to offer some token compensation.
"Sir..."
The chubby man still looked flustered. He also seemed rather timid. When he heard Old Meng call out to him, he trembled all over and said with a miserable expression, "I... Big Brother, I really didn't do it on purpose..."
Old Meng waved his hand. "I know you didn't do it on purpose, but the things are broken now. You have to give me some explanation, right?"
"I'll compensate you! I definitely will!" The man nodded repeatedly, then asked awkwardly, "But how much should I pay?"
Old Meng frowned when he heard that. Antiques had different values in everyone's eyes, and there had never been any fixed price for them. What was more, all three of his items were counterfeits. In other people's eyes, they were probably worthless junk. So deciding how much compensation to ask for really was a difficult problem for him.
As Old Meng pondered, a cocky voice came from beside him. "Old Meng, I say you should stop thinking about it. Who doesn't know that these three things of yours are worthless fakes? Even if he has to compensate you, a hundred or two should be enough!"
Old Meng was extremely familiar with that voice, and he loathed its owner. When he looked up, he saw that it was indeed one of his archenemies—a "picker" named Fei Zai.
The grudge between the two of them had started over something simple. Once, Old Meng