Chapter 523
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Yang Zimei was not worried about Lin Qingmei, so she told her master and went straight to Brunei Street.
There were many people holding antique objects in their hands around Mo Xuan's door.
In the past, everyone took the things they bought and lined up in a regular line, waiting for Song Xuan to help identify them.
Now, they are standing in a mess, with various expressions on their faces, most of them are angry, shouting to return the goods.
On that day, Song Xuan made a promise that the items sold in the store could be returned within one year.
Now these people are generally worried that they will buy fake products, so they all come over and call for returns.
Yang Zimei squeezed in, only to see Lin Qingmei and the shopkeepers anxious.
"Everyone, the funds in our store are temporarily short, please wait a few days, we will definitely handle the return for you, please don't worry."
Lin Qingmei's face blushed.
"In a few days? In a few days, you may have already run away. Even if there are no people running away, this store will be closed, and will they handle the return for us? What a joke, return it to us immediately, otherwise, we will Just smashed the store."
A man shouted gruffly.
Others joined in.
The antiques in their hands are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. If they are fakes, they will lose money, so they will never miss the opportunity to return them.
Lin Qingmei was so anxious that she was about to cry, her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely.
Yang Zimei hurried over and supported her, "Sister Qingmei, I'm here."
As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grabbed her hand and asked anxiously, "Xiaomei, how is Song Xuan?"
"Don't worry, I have asked the police station to take care of him, Mr. Song will be fine."
Yang Zimei asked Lin Qingmei to sit down.
"They all want to return it?"
Yang Zimei frowned as she looked at the noisy people in front of her.
"Yeah." Lin Qingmei nodded weakly, "So many shipments require at least three million in cash. Now, we can only withdraw one million in cash."
"It's okay, I have it!"
Yang Zimei looked around the noisy crowd, cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, you can return the goods, please line up and come one by one. If you dare to make a noise, don't blame me for being rude."
"Who are you?" a man asked disdainfully, "Are you able to help us return it?"
"I'm Mr. Song's disciple. Since I can speak out, I'm naturally able to help you with the return." Yang Zimei said.
"Fuck people, don't believe her!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Yang Zimei saw that that person was deliberately causing trouble, and he didn't have any antiques in his hands.
Her eyes froze, and her figure was like a ghost. She quickly rushed into the crowd, grabbed the man directly, threw it a few times in the air, and then let him land steadily.
Everyone was stunned when they saw her, a little girl, throwing a big man like a toy.
The man was thrown dizzy by her and fell to the ground.
"As I said, if anyone wants to make trouble, I won't be polite." She glanced at everyone with cold eyes, and ordered in a cold tone, "Line up for me immediately!"
Others looked at the man on the ground, no one wanted to be thrown around like a toy, and looked at the pretty, weak girl in front of her, exuding a certain momentum at this moment, making her They felt a sense of shock, and they lined up obediently.
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