Chapter 1056 1 Cloud-Piercing Arrow

People are pushed to their limits. For example, when Yuan Zhou usually runs in the morning, his speed is never as fast as he is now.

But at this time, it was about a hundred yuan matter. Yuan Zhou was extremely fast. To use a common saying, he turned into a black shadow like an arrow leaving the string and ran towards the elite man.

Yuanzhou's eyesight is very good. Strictly speaking, his five senses are extremely sensitive. However, if it is other objects, Yuanzhou may not be able to tell whether they are real or fake at this distance.

But let’s not talk about money. From his perspective, one can tell at a glance that the money in the elite man’s hand is fake money from the seventh edition of Dian Shibian. He is so confident and sure.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Zhou shouted sharply, his voice clear.

Yuan Zhou accurately called the elite man. Hearing the call, the elite man turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhou strangely. The latter took out the money.

"Did you give me this money?" Although Yuan Zhou's words were questions, he said them in a very affirmative tone.

The elite man should be about thirty years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he looks like he is in the middle management class in his attire, so Yuanzhou first needs to find out whether this person did it on purpose or if he didn't notice it himself.

"Maybe, maybe probably." The elite man's expression remained unchanged, his tone ambiguous.

Yuanzhou held up the counterfeit banknote and said, "This money is fake. You just used this money to buy figs from an uncle."

"Let's not say whether this money is mine, but the transaction must be done clearly. Now that you are looking for me afterwards, does this matter have anything to do with you?" Elite Mu.

The tone of the elite sounded arrogant and shameless.

Hearing Elite Man's words, Yuan Zhou's face grew angry, because this meant that Elite Man's counterfeit hundred-yuan bill was deliberately used to buy the old man's figs.

It was also intentional, to bully the old man because he had bad eyesight or was low on guard.

Moreover, in the discourse of elite men, there is also a kind of rogue, even if it is me, what can you do to me?

Yuan Zhou knew very well that for the old man selling figs, this was almost the main income of their family. He also had to support an alcoholic daughter to study. One hundred yuan was really not enough for their family.

As for the elite man in front of him, even the skin on his body is just a facade. But for an elite man who has both hands and feet and is still young, what does this hundred dollars count? Is it a piece of fun, or part of the income?

Or something else.

Either way, it made Yuan Zhou angry.

"That's my grandpa, it's none of my business whether you say it or not." Yuan Zhou shot back.

As soon as he said this, Jingting Na looked at Yuan Zhou with wide eyes, and then said in a deceptive tone: "I know you, you are Boss Yuan of Yuan Zhou, the shop owner, you have no family at all, where do you come from? Grandpa."

Yuan Zhou is too famous. You may not be able to recognize Yuan Zhou so quickly in other places, but this is around Taoxi Road. It is really rare to find a few people who don't know Yuan Zhou.

No, elite men know Yuan Zhou very clearly, and they also know the popular version of Yuan Zhou's life experience, that is, the image of a contemporary young man who is self-reliant and self-reliant without relying on his parents.

"Oh, I'm alone. That's my grandpa. We still have to report our relationship to you." A sneer appeared on Yuan Zhou's face, which looked extremely cold.

"That has nothing to do with me. This money can't be talked about, so how can you say it's mine." The elite man paused, and then continued to act rogue.

"You may not know that some time ago, because Taoxi Road became prosperous, every street here was equipped with sky eyes." Yuanzhou said.

"Uh." The elite man frowned and was interrupted by Yuan Zhou just as he was about to speak.

"Unfortunately, there was a celestial eye right above the place where the uncle set up his stall. I must have taken a very clear picture of your face when you used the fake money." Yuan Zhou said calmly and firmly.

"Humph, I'm too lazy to tell you, I'm leaving first." Before he finished speaking, the elite man turned around and left.

Just kidding, Chengdu and even the whole country are so big, so what if they are photographed? Once people leave now, where can they find them back? Even if it is illegal to use counterfeit money, it is unlikely that they will be caught at this time.

Yes,

The elite man turned around and prepared to leave without thinking.

However, Yuanzhou, with his quick eyesight and quick hands, pinched the elite arm, and pressed his thumb on the radial side of the back of the forearm. This position is called Shou Sanli, which is the most painful acupuncture point on the hand.

But Yuan Zhou's move was fast, accurate, and extremely forceful, so with just this move, the elite man immediately screamed in surprise.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, what are you doing?" The elite man's face was twisted in pain, and he turned to glare at Yuan Zhou.

"I'm a chef." Yuan Zhou said calmly without changing his expression.

"Who the hell doesn't know you are a chef? Why are you holding me?" The elite man tried his best to drag his hand back, but he couldn't use the strength at all, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

"Oh, you can't leave now. I can't bear the ingredients of Uncle Chef Chu, so don't worry your hand is not broken." Yuan Zhou's words were particularly bloody.

Upon hearing this, the elite man looked at Yuan Zhou with some surprise. When he saw him taking out his mobile phone, he couldn't help but say: "I told you, this money may not be mine, and it's not your biological grandfather."

"Wait." Yuan Zhou's eyes were cold and he was typing quickly with his mobile phone in one hand.

Yes, in fact, as he said, Yuan Zhou is just a chef, and he really doesn't have any legal knowledge, so he is asking for help in the group.

This group is the Yuanzhou small shop group.

[What kind of legal liability does one need to bear if they intentionally use one hundred counterfeit coins? Is there anyone in the group who studies law and knows about this? ] Boss Yuan, a big taxpayer

Yuanzhou had already said this when he captured Zhuanying, but the strange thing was that no one in the group answered, not even Wu Hai and Manman, who were usually active, didn't answer.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou's expression turned even colder when he looked at the elite.

"Well, it's better to call the police at this time. The police officer should know." Yuan Zhou thought expressionlessly, and then dialed 110.

Listening to Yuan Zhou talking about his specific location and what happened to him, the elite man's heart collapsed.

"No, Yuan Zhou, Boss Yuan, there's no need to call the police if it's only one hundred yuan. Your shop is so dark and a fried rice dish costs more than one hundred yuan. You still care about this one hundred yuan." Elite Mu.

"Egg fried rice costs 188 a portion." Yuan Zhou said calmly.

"Well, look, it must be more than a hundred. If you wait like this for the police to come, I will sue you for beating."

"Look at me, I can't move my hand. It must be broken. It hurts like hell." The elite man pointed at his arm and said.

The elite man was obviously a little afraid of the police. He kept mumbling and threatened Yuan Zhou.

Obviously, the elite man would not dare to make a move against Yuan Zhou. After all, Yuan Zhou was now a celebrity, and it would not be worthwhile if he made the first move.

However, just when Yuan Zhou was about to speak, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from far and near.

Yuan Zhou turned around and saw a group of people walking in the direction of the two of them. People in police uniforms were walking in front of them, and there were many serious and capable men and women in suits beside them.

At a glance, there were twenty or thirty people in sight. Among them was Wu Hai, who didn't reply. He was very conspicuous. He was striding towards Yuan Zhou in what looked like pajamas.

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