Chapter 277 Don't Provoke Them
call!
call!
The breathing of the group of "orphans" lying on the ground became heavy.
After Chen Jianye said this, he suddenly felt the air become a little hotter.
Qiu Jibin secretly touched Chen Jianye's forearm, signaling the latter to be more careful with his words.
When you win, quit while you are ahead.
If you trample on other people's dignity, they may lose their lives.
Especially those old people and young people who rely on the "glory of their ancestors" to make a living.
Dignity is what they value most.
Without the illusory "glory of their ancestors" in their hearts, what is the difference between them and ordinary people?
Fujia Wan clenched his fists, if he didn’t know that if he rushed over, he would just be delivering food to Chen Jianye.
At his age, he already wants to fight to the death with Chen Jianye.
"If you don't have any other tricks, it's my turn to speak."
Chen Jianye continued.
After Qiu Jibin's reminder, Chen Jianye also realized that there was something wrong with his speaking.
Quickly change the subject and move on to the next step.
"You said."
Fujiawan said coldly.
"We're done fighting today. You lost. We need to sort out the matter of the blue and white porcelain bowl."
"Who broke the bowl? We need to make it clear."
Chen Jianye said.
"Once you've made it clear, you have to write it down in black and white."
Yang Haoming added on the side.
To prevent Fujia Bay from changing its mind again later.
"The bowl was broken in your hand. What's there to argue about?"
Fujiawan looked indignant.
"Old Fu, if you say so, then this matter is not over yet."
Chen Jianye pointed at the "old boys" lying on the ground.
Fujiawan glanced at the dozen or so "old boys" and said helplessly, "Fine, I broke it, so don't make trouble anymore."
"What do you mean by 'you broke it'? It was broken in your hands, and it was broken in your hands."
"Nothing counts."
As a middleman, Yang Haoming pointed out the flaws in Fujiawan's dialect.
Just now, because he failed to remind Chen Jianye in time, Chen Jianye was tricked.
Now Yang Haoming has a very positive attitude.
"That little blue and white bowl was broken in my hands, okay?"
Fujiawan growled.
"Sign and seal, it must be a complete set."
"Because you change your mind once we leave the house."
Yang Haoming took out a piece of white paper from his cloth bag and started writing and drawing.
Soon, an instruction manual was written. Yang Haoming gave it to Chen Jianye for review and then handed it to Fujia Wan.
It was clearly written on it that the small bowl taken out from Fujia Bay had been broken before Chen Jianye and others arrived.
As for the plot to trap Chen Jianye in Fujia Bay, Yang Haoming did not write it down.
Because he was worried that if he wrote it in, Fujia Wan would refuse to sign.
As long as it is clear that the broken porcelain bowl has nothing to do with Chen Jianye, the three of them can get out of it.
Fujia Wan signed and sealed the document quickly, then handed it to Chen Jianye.
"Lao Fu, are you still doing business?"
Chen Jianye took the instruction manual with a smile and asked.
"If you don't do it, none of us will do your business in the future."
Fujiawan said angrily.
"Okay, if you don't want to do it, then don't do it."
Chen Jianye smiled slightly, turned around and walked out of the compound: "Retreat."
Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming followed.
Fujia Wan looked at the younger generations all over the ground and felt sad for a moment.
There are so many people that not even three can stay.
The Eight Banners were truly in decline.
Outside the slum.
"Fuck, Jianye, you were so damn handsome just now."
"Yeah, where did you learn Kung Fu? Just two words, awesome!"
The two friends were stunned and eagerly asked their questions.
Although Chen Jianye had the help of the two of them, the fact that he was alone against more than ten people was completely beyond their imagination.
At least they had never seen a ruthless person like Chen Jianye before.
Moreover, Chen Jianye knocked down more than ten people without any big moves, it was just like beating a three or four-year-old child.
They fell down one by one after being hit by a stick.
Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming could only exclaim how awesome they were.
"I learned Kung Fu from an old man for three years. I rarely fight with others. To be honest, I didn't know I was so powerful."
Chen Jianye made up a story about an "old grandfather" to fool people.
"The person who taught you Kung Fu must be a traditional martial arts master."
Qiu Jibin judged.
"Jianye, is your master still here? Can you take me to visit him?"
Yang Haoming was very interested and wanted to learn some Kung Fu for self-defense.
Garbage collectors often have to compete for territory and resources, so it’s never a bad idea to have multiple means of self-defense.
"My master passed away several years ago."
"I don't know if he has other disciples. He never told me about his past."
Chen Jianye continued editing.
Soon, Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming automatically imagined a story about a traditional martial arts master who lived in seclusion in the city.
The two also lamented that Chen Jianye was lucky.
I unexpectedly met a master and learned his skills from him.
After chatting for a while.
"Haoming, where are we going tomorrow?"
Chen Jianye asked about the main business.
"I'm afraid there's nowhere to go."
Yang Haoming smiled bitterly.
"The antique circle in our Sijiu City is not just made up of the old and young people, right?"
Chen Jianye was slightly puzzled.
This time he had a head-on conflict with the old guard and defeated them. If they had any dignity, they would definitely not do business with him in the future.
But Chen Jianye didn't care much.
The antique circle in Sijiu City is very large, and the old and young are just a small group of it.
I didn't expect Yang Haoming to say that he had nowhere to go in the short term.
"Of course. The items in the hands of the old and young only account for less than one-tenth of private transactions."
"You've been in the spotlight recently, and you've had a fight with someone. I'm afraid other antique sellers won't dare to do business with you."
Yang Haoming explained.
"Okay, keep an eye out for me. If you find a suitable seller, feel free to contact me."
Chen Jianye nodded.
The three of them said a few more words and then went back home.
At the same time, Fujiawan came to the Public Security Bureau.
He wants to report the crime!
This time, almost half of the younger generations in their circle followed him to surround Chen Jianye, but they didn't expect that they failed to accomplish their goal and were beaten up instead.
If he doesn't take some measures to fight back, the Fucha family will lose face.
But Fujia Bay actually doesn’t have much ability.
In other words, these people are all incompetent.
Even if you have the ability, you won't have to rely on selling your ancestral property to make a living.
Wanting to take revenge but having no ability, Fujia Wan had no choice but to report the case to the Public Security Bureau.
Although his actions broke the "rules of the underworld", Fujia Bay had no choice but to make Chen Jianye pay the price.
No matter what, it is an ironclad fact that Chen Jianye injured more than a dozen people.
After hearing Fujia Wan’s report, the police on duty said that they would follow up and asked Fujia Wan to go back and wait for news.
Fujia Wan took out two packs of cigarettes and wanted to give them to the police.
The police waved his hands to refuse and looked at Fujiawan with a stern look.
How can you give cigarettes to people in the workplace? And you only give two packs, you're just treating beggars badly.
If you really want to give me a gift, what's wrong with you just sending a pack of cigarettes to my house?
Who are you looking down on?
"Comrade, I'll come back tomorrow to ask about the situation."
Fujiawan thought that the public security discipline was good and was very happy.
"Come back tomorrow afternoon."
The police waved.
Fujiawan turned and left.
"Xiao Ding, what do you want to report?"
An older policeman happened to come over and asked casually.
"It's just a small matter of fighting, Uncle Zhou, let me show you."
Xiao Ding handed the notebook to Zhou Hongwei.
"Hey, Chen Jianye?"
Zhou Hongwei took a quick glance and immediately found something unusual.
This report was actually related to Chen Jianye.