"If you want me to pay, fine, but an antique's value isn't whatever you say it is. How about this? We'll take the fragments for appraisal and find out what it's actually worth, then discuss compensation. As for who was responsible, that's really hard to say!" Chen Mo said.
"Fuck! You think it'll be appraised just because you say so? What the hell is wrong with you? Who are we supposed to find for an appraisal, and who's paying the appraisal fee?" Yu Lao San froze. The kid had not been intimidated, which made things troublesome. And get this piece of junk appraised? If they appraised it, could he still scam any money out of him? What an idiot!
"There are two types of appraisal. First, we can find experts and have a third-party institution issue an appraisal report. Then we can conduct a C14 probe. Wouldn't that make it clear what kind of antique this porcelain is? As for the appraisal fee, I'll pay it!" Chen Mo said.
"Fuck! What appraisal? Pay up now, or I'll beat you to death!" Yu Lao San's other henchman threw a punch at Chen Mo. Fucking appraisal—what would be left after that?
Although Chen Mo had never trained in combat, after reaching Qi Refining Layer One, his physique, agility, and strength had all greatly improved. He had never tested himself, but considering that he could smash a brick with one punch without using any True Essence, he really was not afraid of fighting now.
With a casual wave, he knocked the fist headed for his face aside. However, he did not strike back. With a pull and a push, he shoved the henchman away, sending him crashing into the other henchman. The two staggered back several steps, and that was without Chen Mo even using much strength.
Yu Lao San's heart skipped a beat. It seemed today's situation would not be easy to wrap up. He had not expected this young man to have some skills.
"This is trouble!" Yu Lao San could only play the rogue to the end. Today, he was determined to lock horns with this young man. Otherwise, things might not end well.
"What's going on? What are you all gathered here for?" At that moment, three market managers in uniforms came in from the edge of the crowd and separated the onlookers.
"Ah! You're finally here. Please judge this fairly. This youngster wasn't watching where he was going and smashed my things, yet he refuses to pay!" Yu Lao San explained everything, exchanging a few looks as he spoke. One of the uniformed managers gave a slight nod.
Some of the onlookers revealed knowing smiles. They all understood what these market managers were about. They hung around the market every day—how could they not know Yu Lao San and his relatives? Without connections, running Fake accidents in the market was high-risk work. But once there was an insider in the market, Fake accidents became perfectly justified. At the very least, many victims could only accept their bad luck after falling for one.
Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense had already been observing them. Once he saw their exchanged signals, he understood that they were all in it together. Even so, Chen Mo felt somewhat helpless. How could he explain something like this clearly? And besides, who could he tell? He might have strength, but he was alone and outnumbered.
"Kid, since you broke it, pay up and leave. Don't stand here blocking the way." The manager said this to Chen Mo. Since he had spoken, the other two managers said nothing and merely stood beside him, quietly watching events unfold.
Chen Mo secretly sighed. There was nothing he could do to these people. If he attacked someone in front of everyone, even being in the right would turn into being in the wrong. Besides, would arguing with them really accomplish anything?
"Heh, you can all stop acting. I'm getting tired just watching you! Since it's a staged accident, everyone knows it perfectly well. Name your price. How much will 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 fucking drama queens. If not for his Spiritual Sense, he might have believed them!
He was an outsider, unlike Yu Lao San, a local bully who knew everyone. So it was better to expose things directly and settle it. Wasting time was one thing, but even if they loudly demanded that the police handle it, he would still be the one to suffer losses in the end.
Yu Lao San froze. He had not expected the kid to say that. It seemed he was no fool. The kid had seen all the signals between him and the others. This little guy was sharp.
"What fake accident? Watch your mouth, or I'll slap you! You clearly ran into someone and broke his things, yet you still think you're right?" the henchman threatened.
Chen Mo said nothing. He merely stared at Yu Lao San.
At this point, some of the onlookers around them also began to see what was going on and immediately started jeering loudly. They had heard plenty about Fake accidents in society and found this sort of thing disgusting.
"So it's a fake accident. What a scam!"
"I hate people like this most. They've ruined the whole market environment."
"Could this manager be in league with the scammers?"
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" The manager immediately sensed that things were going wrong. After shouting a few times, he said to Chen Mo, "Can't you watch your mouth? Do you know what kind of impact your words will have? Be careful, or I'll arrest you!"
"The moment you arrived, you listened to him and decided it was my fault. What impact are you afraid of? Besides, you're just a market manager. Do you even have the authority to arrest people?" Chen Mo said. He took out his phone and began openly making a video recording. Then he continued, "I recorded everything that happened just now. Let's call the police and see what the police have to say when they get here!"
"What are you recording for?" The manager leading the group reached out to snatch Chen Mo's phone.
But Chen Mo grabbed his hand instead. With a light squeeze, he made the manager's wrist hurt so badly that he screamed, "Let go, let go! It's broken, it's broken!" He looked ready to drop to his knees, thoroughly humiliating himself.
Chen Mo sneered and released him, though he continued recording. Then he said to Yu Lao San, "Go on. How do you want to settle this?"
"I didn't expect you to have some skills, little brother. How about this? I'll count myself unlucky today. Give me ten thousand, and we'll call it even!" Yu Lao San saw that Chen Mo had some fighting ability. His henchmen had tested him several times and been pushed back each time, and Chen Mo was also recording with his phone. It seemed today's matter would be difficult to handle, so he took a step back.
"Ten thousand? Heh, I didn't hit you. Everyone knows what really happened here. I only have one thousand yuan. Take it or leave it—otherwise, we'll call the police," Chen Mo said.
He glanced at Yu Lao San and added, "I'll upload this video online and have everyone share it around. Let everyone see it. I think you'll become famous."
Yu Lao San was depressed. After all that effort, he had only gotten one thousand yuan. Even if the police came and could help him, how was he supposed to deal with the recording? He bitterly hated these electronic devices. They had taught everyone to preserve evidence. Since he could not snatch the phone, there were some things he could not do. Hearing that Chen Mo intended to upload the video online made him feel as though he had eaten dog shit. Even if he called the police, there was nothing he could do.
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