My Daddy Is a Superhero
Tastes good

"I ..." Fatty Wang was unwilling to slap his own person, so, he said casually, "Forget it. Be nice to make money!”

“It really feels good. Too bad if you don't slap him.” Qin Haodong grabbed the collar of the fake old Taoist priest and shouted to the crowd, “Are you in a bad mood? You can get out and release the pressure, free!”

"Fucking fraud, beat him!"

Four or five young people rushed out of the crowd and kicked or punched the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was beaten too heavily to bear, and he rushed to shout for help to Fatty Wang and Niuer, "Second brother-in-law, help me, I will be beaten to death."

Fatty Wang and Niuer were shocked. They did not expect that they were so easily exposed by the old Taoist priest. They shout, “Do not talk nonsense, we do not know you.”

"You bastard, you can't leave me." The fake old Taoist priest crawled up and turned to the old man next to him and cried, “Dad, they don't care about me, you have to save me. If I die, you will have no grandchildren. ”

At this moment, people understood that the four people were one group. Together they make tricks.

"Defeat him, these fucking con artists ..."

"Kill them, cheaters must go to hell ..."

Everyone in the Antiques market knows the rules, that is, you can't retract your words, and you can only blame yourself if you buy counterfeit goods.

Although one could not retract his words, if some people were to con people out of their money, it would be hateful. Thus, Fatty Wang and his men immediately stirred up public anger.

Among the crowd, some of them had once suffered losses due to cheating, so they hated cheaters so much. Some of them were just making fun of cheaters.

Whatever the reason, they rushed to Fatty Wang and Niuer and the other two together, punching and kicking them happily.

Qin Haodong glanced happily at the chaotic scene. It's ridiculous that these people are trying to trick him. It was really looking for bitterness for themselves.

In confusion, he left Fatty Wang's shop and continued walking along the antique street.

After he left, the people here did not stop. In a short time, Niuer and his men were battered. Fortunately, the security of the antique road came in time to persuade these people to leave one after another, otherwise, Fatty Wang's shop would be destroyed.

As these people left, Fatty Wang quickly closed the shop and had time to relax.

Thinking of what had happened, he angrily said to the old man and the fake Taoist priest, “Has your head been kicked by a donkey? You are a capper. How do you become a fraud yourself? ”

Niuer shouted furiously with a pair of puffy eyes, “See what you have done, when the fat sheep asked for 100,000 yuan, you should stop. And we'll make it. Who let the two of you mark up?”

"I don't know what happened" said the fake Taoist priest with a bitter expression. “At that time, my head might cramp. I think this peach sword is a treasure of the Tian Shi Sect, and I should buy it.”

The old man also said, “I also think it is a great treasure, no matter how much money I have to buy it. Maybe we cheated too much and enjoyed acting.”

“Sial, you and your father are both stupid. You lost the money that was sent to you, and made me beaten up like their grandson.”

The more Fatty Wang said, the angrier he became. He lifted his leg and kicked the old man and the Taoist priest who had just climbed to the ground again.

Niuer grabbed the angry Fatty Wang and persuaded him, “Forget it, we have been working together for so many years, and we are all brothers. Forget what just happened.”

“No, it's intolerable. We should try to teach that toy boy a lesson.”

Said the Fat Wang furiously.

The old man got up from the ground again and said, “Yes, we have lived here for many years and we have not suffered such losses today. We have to let the boy bleed.”

The fake old Taoist priest said to Niuer, “Second brother, you always have a lot of ideas. Find a way to avenge that man.”

Niuer blinked his small eyes and said, “It is very easy to get this guy's revenge. Since he's not stuck by us, let's sue him by breaking the already broken item.”

Fatty Wang had calmed down at this moment and thought about it and said, "This is a good way, but we cannot appear now. Call the third brother. The people on this road do not know much about him, so it is most appropriate for him to do that.”

The idea won everyone's approval. Niuer made a phone call. Soon a flat-headed man in his 30s came to the store. He was the third brother mentioned by Fatty Wang just now. He's also a member of a con man's gang.

. Fatty Wang told him about what happened today and then said, "You go and teach him a lesson, make sure he bleeds a little, or we can't accept this."

“Do not worry, brother. I'm good at it.” Then, he took out a porcelain vase and was about to leave.

Niuer grabbed him and said, “Third sister, that guy is smart. The vase is too big. It may not be easy to succeed. You can change anything else.”

The third brother asked, "Second brother, what do you think is right?"

Niuer said to Fatty Wang, “Search for a smaller one for him. It should be cheap but look like a valuable item.”

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, “Well, last time you took back the broken mirror and kept it for half a year. No one asked for it. Just use.”

Niuer said, “Fat, how can you take out this mirror? This may be a good thing.”

“No way, you bought it for only 50 yuan. I had marked it 100 yuan for half a year, but no one wanted it. How can that be a good thing?”

Clearly, Fatty Wang was furious with the mirror.

The old man said, “Son, you saw it wrong. We have asked many experts to look at this. They can't say what it is. Very suitable to use it. ”

"That's fine. Every time I see it, I will be upset.”

Then, Fatty Wang placed the mirror on the ground and kicked it with his foot. Mirror broken with impact.

He picked it up and sent it to the third brother. “Take and use. Squeeze that guy out badly. ”

“Don't worry, sister. I am sure I will make that person spend a lot of money.”

Then he took the mirror into his arms and turned away from the antique shop.

Qin Haodong was still walking along the antique road. He looked into several stores continuously and could not find a decent instrument.

At this moment, two men came to him. The man in front of him was a man around fifty years old. His beard had apparently not been shaved for several days, and his expression was full of sadness.

Behind him was a young man in his twenties, with a blade about 20 centimeters in diameter on his arm.

The two men came to the antique shop in front of Qin Haodong. As they entered the shop, the middle-aged man asked, "Master, did you collect the censure?"

"Of course."

The owner of this shop was a skinny old man of about 60 years old. He had a whisker and small eyes filled with radiating power.

"How much would you pay for one?" ask the middle-aged man.

The old man smiled. “My brother, you are a layman. This is an antique store, not a vegetable seller. The price depends on your item. If it's really worth it, I'll pay you over a million. If it was trash, I wouldn't take it no matter how cheap it was. ”

The middle-aged man turned to the young man and said, "Son, let the shopkeeper see our censer."

The young man replied and handed the censer in his hand to the shopkeeper.

This is a three-legged iron incense stick with a diameter of about 20 centimeters. The surface of the incense is nothing special. Craft is rough. It seems to have been buried underground for a long time. It was not very clean and there was still fresh soil on it. It's dark and rusty. Bad appearance.

The shopkeeper revolved around the censer and shook his head nonstop. “This is not an antique. It's not worth it. You can sell it at most with a piece of iron. ”

But Qin Haodong could see clearly that the appearance of the censer was not good, but it had a strong Spiritual Qi. That's really a good thing.

The middle-aged man cried with reluctance, “How can it be? This is a good thing that my grandfather left behind. I heard that my great-grandfather once hid from the Japanese and buried him underground. My grandfather told me many times before he died that the censorship should be passed down as an heirloom. If it wasn't for my wife being sick in the hospital, I would never have dug it up and sold it.”

The shopkeeper laughed out loud and said, “Are you here to tell me a story? You said your grandfather left it, even your ancestors left it, it was just a piece of iron. It's still worthless."

The young man asked, “Master, how much can you pay? My mom was really in the hospital. He desperately needs money.”

The shopkeeper reached out a finger and said, "100 yuan, I won't pay more than that."

"What's? 100 yuan? This is our family treasure. I will never sell it if your offer is less than 100,000 yuan.”

The middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes wide and looked somewhat reluctant.

But after he said that, even the people around him laughed. For such an iron incineration, two or three hundred yuan was already an expensive price. Who would pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing?

The shopkeeper showed a cynical smile and said, “Whether your family is dead or sick, it is still worthless. I've been kind enough to give you 100 yuan. If you want to sell it, you can leave it, or you can leave now.”

A look of despair flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he cried excitedly, "No, I have to sell this item for 100,000 yuan, no, or it won't be enough to cure my wife."

"You're really not sane!" the shopkeeper said with a sarcastic expression, “Even if your entire family dies, this thing will never sell for 100,000 yuan. If anyone wants to pay for it, I call him Dad! ”

After he said this, some people in the crowd were unhappy. “If you don't want to buy it, you can do it. They also need money to treat diseases. Why are you speaking in such a sinister and cruel tone? ”

"Yes, you have no sympathy at all ..."

Faced with this criticism, the store owner did not feel guilty. Instead, his face looked angry. He said, “I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. If you are good, you can buy it. My words count. As long as one can offer 100,000 yuan to buy this rotten item, I can immediately call him Father! ”

According to him, this iron censer is not even an antique. It could only be sold with a piece of iron. Only a fool would pay 100,000 yuan for it.

Unexpectedly, once he said that, someone shouted, “100,000 yuan, I will buy it!”