One Thousand Yuan Compensation

"If you want me to pay, fine, but the porcelain isn't worth whatever you say it is. How about this: we take the fragments to get them appraised. We'll see how much they're actually worth, and then we can discuss compensation. It's not clear who's responsible for this yet!" Chen Mo said.

"What the hell! You think we'll get it appraised just because you say so! Are you out of your mind? Who's going to appraise it, and who's paying for the appraisal?" Yu Lao San was taken aback. The kid wasn't scared by him, which made things difficult. Besides, appraising this broken junk, would he even be able to extort money after that? What an idiot!

"There are two types of appraisal: one is to find an expert, and we can have a third-party institution issue an appraisal report. Then, we can do a C14 probe to determine the age of this antique porcelain. As for the appraisal fee, I'll pay it!" Chen Mo said.

"What the hell! What appraisal, just pay up quickly, or I'll beat you to death!" Another one of Yu Lao San's henchmen threw a punch at Chen Mo. Damn it, appraise it? What good would that do!

Although Chen Mo hadn't practiced combat, after entering Qi Refining Layer One, his physique, agility, and strength had all increased significantly. He hadn't tested it, but he could smash a brick with one punch without even using True Essence. He wasn't afraid of a fight now.

He waved his hand, deflecting the punch aimed at his face, but he didn't retaliate. With a simple pull and push, he sent the henchman flying into another one. Both of them stumbled back a few steps. This was even without Chen Mo using his full strength.

Yu Lao San's heart sank. It seemed like today's situation was getting out of hand. He hadn't expected this young man to have some skills.

"This is troublesome!" Yu Lao San could only be unreasonable to the end. He was going to clash with this young man today. If he didn't, things might not end well for him.

"What's going on? What are you all doing gathered here?" At that moment, three market managers in uniform entered from outside, separating the onlookers.

"Ah! You're finally here! Come and judge this! This young man wasn't looking where he was going and smashed my things, and he won't pay!" Yu Lao San recounted the events one by one, exchanging glances with the managers. One of the uniformed market managers nodded slightly.

Some of the onlookers showed knowing smiles. They all understood how these market managers operated. They were in the market every day, so how could they not know Yu Lao San and his associates! If not for their connections, even high-risk activities like faking accidents in the market would be difficult. With an insider in the market, faking accidents became commonplace. At least, most of the time, victims of such schemes could only accept their misfortune.

Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense had been observing these people. When he saw their subtle signals, he understood that they were all in on it. However, even though Chen Mo saw through it, he felt a bit helpless. How could he explain this kind of thing? And who would he even explain it to? Although he had strength, he was alone.

"Kid, since you broke something, pay up and leave. Don't get in the way here," the manager said to Chen Mo. The other two managers, seeing him speak, remained silent, quietly watching the situation unfold.

Chen Mo sighed inwardly. He couldn't do anything to these people. If he started fighting in front of everyone, even if he was in the right, he'd be in the wrong. Besides, would arguing with them be useful?

"Heh! No need to put on a show, everyone. I'm getting tired just watching you! Since it's a fake accident, we all know what's going on. Name your price, how much do you want to settle this! If it's too much, then we'll call the police!" Chen Mo ignored the manager and turned to Yu Lao San. They were all such drama queens. If he hadn't had his Spiritual Sense, he would have almost believed them!

He was an outsider, unlike Yu Lao San, who was a local bully and knew everyone. So, it was better to be direct and resolve the matter. Wasting time was a minor issue, but if they dared to call the police, he would be the one to suffer in the end.

Yu Lao San was stunned. He hadn't expected the kid to say that. It seemed he was also a sharp one. He had seen the hints between him and the others. This little guy was indeed perceptive.

"What are you talking about, faking an accident? Do you know how to speak? Be careful, I'll slap you! You clearly hit someone, broke my things, and now you have the nerve to talk back?" the henchman threatened.

Chen Mo didn't speak, just stared at Yu Lao San.

At this point, some of the onlookers around them began to see the situation clearly and started to mock them loudly. They had heard about many fake accident incidents in society and found them quite disgusting.

"So it's a fake accident, they really know how to extort people!"

"I hate these kinds of people the most. They ruin the market environment."

"Isn't that market manager in cahoots with the extortionists!"

"What are you saying? What are you saying?" The manager suddenly felt something was wrong. After a few sharp words, he said to Chen Mo, "Do you know how to speak? Do you know the impact of your words? Be careful, I'll arrest you!"

"As soon as you arrived, you listened to him and thought it was my fault. What are you afraid of affecting? Besides, as a market manager, do you have the legal right to arrest people?" Chen Mo said, and took out his phone, openly recording. He continued, "I've recorded everything that just happened. Let's call the police and see what they say when they arrive!"

"Record what!" The leader of the market managers directly reached out to snatch Chen Mo's phone.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo grabbed his hand. With a slight exertion, his wrist ached, and he cried out, "Let go, let go! It's broken, it's broken!" He was on the verge of kneeling, his composure completely lost.

Chen Mo sneered and let go of his hand, but he kept recording. Then he turned to Yu Lao San and said, "Speak, how do you want to resolve this?"

"I didn't expect little brother to have some skills. How about this, consider it my bad luck today. Just give me ten thousand!" Yu Lao San saw that Chen Mo had some fighting ability, and his henchmen had tried to probe him several times only to be counterattacked. Not only that, but he was also recording with his phone. It seemed that today's matter would be difficult to resolve, so he took a step back.

"Ten thousand! Heh, I didn't hit you. Everyone knows what really happened here. I only have 1,000 yuan. If you agree, fine. If not, we'll call the police," Chen Mo said.

He glanced at Yu Lao San and continued, "I'll upload this video online and have everyone share it. Everyone will see this video, and I think you'll become famous."

Yu Lao San was depressed. He hadn't expected to spend so much effort for only a thousand yuan. Even if the police came, what could they do about the recording? He felt resentful towards these electronic devices that allowed people to preserve evidence. Since he couldn't snatch the phone, some things were hard to do. When he heard Chen Mo was going to upload the video online, he felt like he had eaten dog shit. Even if he called the police, he would be helpless.