#808 Touch Porcelain (1)
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In City A, if there is nothing urgent, Yang Zimei usually prefers to walk on the street.
Walking is not a hard work for her.
Instead, you can organize some messy thoughts while walking, or observe passersby in a hurry.
As I was walking, there was a sudden thud in front of me, and there was the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering.
A somewhat vicious-looking man quickly grabbed the arm of a woman in front of him and shouted, "You broke my Song Dynasty porcelain, you will pay me!"
The woman looked at him blankly, "I didn't bump into you. You suddenly ran in front of me and threw something on the ground."
"I'm sick. I threw an antique worth 300,000 yuan on the ground. It was you who knocked over and smashed my porcelain. You have to pay me money, otherwise..."
A wicked look appeared on the man's face.
At this time, a few people gathered around, pointing at the woman and shouting, "Yes, we all saw it, she smashed your things."
It was only now that the woman realized that she had been touched.
Pengci, originally a Beijing dialect, generally refers to some opportunistic and extortionate behaviors.
For example, intentionally colliding with a motor vehicle and defrauding compensation. In addition, "touching porcelain" is also a jargon in the antiques industry, which means that when individual outlaws sell antiques at their stalls, they often place fragile porcelain in the middle of the road with ulterior motives, waiting for passers-by to accidentally damage them. You can take the opportunity to blackmail.
She looked around, trying to find someone who could prove her.
However, when other passers-by saw the situation in front of them, they roughly guessed what happened, and with a high-hanging heart, they pretended not to see anything and left in a hurry.
These few people who specialize in partnering with porcelain are generally local hooligans and cannot offend them.
She didn't touch her body anyway, so the woman was unlucky.
The woman, realizing that no one was helping her, squeezed the bag nervously.
In the bag were the 10,000 yuan she borrowed from her grandfather and the 3,000 yuan she had just taken out of the bank, which she was going to take to the hospital to pay for her daughter's hospitalization.
She remembered that when she was withdrawing money just now, there seemed to be a man who didn't look like a good person standing not far away, sneaking around.
Now this person is among the so-called passers-by as witnesses, accusing her of crashing other people's things.
For her now, money is the lifeblood of saving her daughter, and she refuses to take it out no matter what.
She knelt on the ground with a thud, begging with tears in her eyes, "Masters, please let me go, my daughter is seriously ill in the hospital now, and I really don't have the money to pay you."
"It's none of my business for your daughter to be hospitalized. Anyway, if you break my things, I'll ask you to lose money. Otherwise, I'll take you to the police station. The chief is my cousin. Once you go in, you won't want to come back!"
The man who touched the porcelain looked indifferent and stared at the woman fiercely.
The woman shuddered and shook her head hastily, "I can't go to the police station. My daughter wants me to take care of her in the hospital. Please, let me go. How much do you want me to pay?"
"For your pitiful sake, I'll be merciful. If you do a good deed today, you can pay 3,000 yuan at will!" The man who touched porcelain put on a "sympathetic" face.
"Can you make it less? I have to pay my daughter's hospital bills. The doctor said that if I can't raise any more money, I will have to drive my daughter out of the hospital." The woman pleaded with tears on her face, "Brother, I will give it to you. One hundred yuan, please let me go, okay?"
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