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Chapter 112 [Billionaire] Gunshots from Urban Management
"Don't squeeze!"

"I'm going to fuck you, you stepped on my foot!"

"Which bitch scratched my face."

"Get out of the way, I want to grab the bag..."

"Get out, I want to grab it too."

There is a rough stone market where Lao Buran is grabbing bags, making a pot of porridge completely, the crowd is screaming, their eyes are red, and they are desperately squeezing in. That kind of formation is like a sea torrent, which can destroy everything.

Lao Mian, who stood on the stone platform and shouted, was thrown down by the crowd, his face was full of anger, and he was about to scold, when someone grabbed the bag containing the rough stone and shouted: "Get out of the way, I grabbed it!" ..."

"Do you understand the rules, get out of the way."

A figure in distress stood up from the crowd, his hair was messy, his straight suit was torn crookedly, his tie was ripped off by someone, there were more than a dozen black handprints on his snow-white shirt, and scratches on his face. It was shocking, but this middle-aged man did not have the slightest fear, like a warrior guarding the top of a mountain, he would not retreat until death.

"You...you can drive...the others...back..." Lao Mian said in broken Chinese.

"Do you hear me, back up."

"retreat……"

"Huh, what's there to be proud of? You only have the right to see first if you grab it. As for whether you can make a deal or not, it also depends on Lao Mian's attitude. We will just watch the fun, and when we find wool that performs well, we will directly buy it from Gao's family. "

Everyone has different thoughts, but they are not pushing forward. The middle-aged man who snatched it started to open the bag vigorously. Every day snatching the bag is like fighting a war. He has never won. Now, Nima, if you can buy a good stone at a low price, you can resell it for several million and you will be prosperous. Even if you can’t sell it at a high price now, you can still hoard it. Domestic raw materials are in short supply, and the price of jade keeps rising. The same is true for rough stones.

There are more than a dozen rough stones of different sizes in the pocket, the small ones are the size of a fist, and the big ones are the size of a basketball, all wrapped in thick yellow tape.This is to avoid damage to the rough stone shell during transportation. The middle-aged man held a knife in his hand, cut the tape, and began to examine the rough stone.

"I can't see clearly!"

On the higher stone platform outside the crowd, Lin Zifei stretched his neck to wait and see. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the appearance of the rough stone clearly. Ye Jiu could see it clearly, but he didn't understand, and he didn't know whether the rough stone was considered Well, faint python patterns were found on the raw stone shell.

"There are python patterns on the surface. It's a good material. It's a bit of a gamble. That guy is lucky, and he got off to a good start." Hearing Ye Jiu's description, Yang Baihua sighed. ,
Although the wool materials brought over by Lao Myanmar are first-hand sources, bought from the emerald mine, but betting on stones depends on experience and luck. Not every piece of wool can produce emeralds, and middle-aged men This rough stone has pine flower and python patterns on its shell. Although the mouth of the field is new, it is also a place where high emeralds are produced. If emeralds are produced, the value will definitely not be low.

"Hey, good luck, the first piece has a python pattern!"

"If you perform well, you will definitely get emeralds!"

"Could it be made of glass..."

"Nonsense, how can there be so many glass wool, it would be nice to have ice."

The one who was closer to the middle-aged man saw the rough stone in his hand, and immediately exclaimed. The people behind couldn't see it, and when they heard that glass seeds could be produced, they didn't use their brains. When their heads got hot, they felt their blood boil. , squeezed forward with all their might, the hundred and ten people pushed hard, the middle-aged man who was looking at the original stone staggered, his head hit the edge of the stone platform, and blood flowed horizontally.

"What am I doing to you, squeeze you..." The middle-aged man held his forehead, blood oozed from his fingers, it was dazzling red, and the severe pain made him angry, he picked up a rough stone and threw it into the crowd go.

"I didn't squeeze it, why did you hit me?"

"I'm the one who hit you."

"Baby bastard, you have reason..." The innocent person who was smashed was not a native of Cuiyun, he should be a tourist, with a hot temper, he rushed straight up and grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, Raising their fists and smashing them, the two tore each other, and the rough stone in the middle-aged man's hand became everyone's focus.

Not all the people in the crowd are knowledgeable people, and some are tourists who join in the fun. When they heard that this stone can earn millions, they were immediately moved. No matter what the rules are, they just grabbed it. Jump off the stone platform and join the scrambling army.

"Old Yang, the situation is not good!" Jin Tian said anxiously, his complexion changed slightly.

"I'll call the police station..."

Yang Baihua didn't expect that things would evolve to this extent. Hundreds of people were vying for it, and the scene was completely out of control. At this time, there were a lot of tourists in the rough stone market, and people followed suit. Soon, new tourists joined in. It was no longer a grab bag, but a group An incident happened, Yang Baihua didn't even think about it, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police.

"The police are here!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

"No, the police are here, hurry up and grab that stone!"

Crazy stone is vividly reflected at this moment. Three policemen and two city management officers rushed over, pulled the crowd away, and shouted loudly, but no one paid any attention to it. The so-called law does not blame the public. It is impossible to catch all of them, as long as the stones are grabbed, it is worth taking a risk.

The five patrolling personnel faced hundreds of people like hitting a stone with a pebble. They couldn't squeeze in. They were sweating profusely and began to call for support. Among them was a young urban management officer who took out a gun from his pocket and fired at the sky. With one shot, there was a 'bang', and the looting crowd fell silent instantly, and squatted down in a panic, covering their heads.

The people on the periphery were also taken aback, their faces full of horror.

"Shots fired..."

"Those people are dead, the police all shot."

Holding a gun, the young chengguan violently rushed into the center of the crowd. The ground was stained with blood, six or seven people were injured, and one fell to the ground, dying from being stepped on. Xu, call an ambulance, someone is injured..."

"Mr. Police...it's none of my business...I'm innocent." Lao Mian looked at the young urban management in panic, his face was full of fear, and his eyes looked at the gun in his hand from time to time.

"Whether he is innocent or not, we need to wait for our police to investigate clearly before we can make a conclusion." The young urban management replied, raised the gun in his hand, and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone, this is not a real gun, it is a starting gun. .”

"A funny guy!"

Lin Zifei cursed, when the gun went off just now, he was really frightened, and secretly regretted, he knew that he would not come to Cuiyun, and it was really unlucky to encounter such a thing so early in the morning.

"Don't be afraid, it's not a real gun!"

Ye Jiu hugged Meng Xunhan who was trembling, and comforted him softly. Meng Xunhan turned pale and nodded, noticing the intimate posture between the two, her pretty face flushed slightly, she quickly broke free and opened the distance.The police and ambulance arrived very quickly, and the wounded were quickly sent to the hospital. All the people involved were brought back to the police station, and one of them was lost.

"I am innocent……"

Lao Mian and the dozen or so rough stones in his pocket were taken away by the police. Before getting into the car, Lao Mian yelled loudly in broken Chinese that he was really wronged. He used to snatch bags fine, but something went wrong today.

(End of this chapter)