Aoba Office

The phone was put on speakerphone, and the operator's voice came directly.

I talked about the current situation in an orderly manner, "...they refuse to leave..."

The two boys immediately shouted: "You are the ones selling illegal things!"

The operator asked: "Did you just say..."

"They think we are conducting illegal transactions..."

"They sell drugs!" The two boys started talking over each other again.

I wasn't worried, "That's it. Could you please send someone over to check it out?"

"No! Those two guys are talking nonsense! They are not selling drugs at all!" The clerk became nervous and started talking over each other.

Seeing this, the two became even more proud, as if they had found strong evidence and were already confident that this store was selling drugs.

"Your location is..." The operator asked calmly and unmoved.

I don’t know the house number of this store, so I can only give the street name and store name.

The clerk was already furious, "You must have come here to cause trouble on purpose!"

"I see you've been caught! You're selling drugs!" The two boys became more and more arrogant, as happy as if they had won the lottery.

The operator repeated the address and informed that the police would be here soon.

I hung up the phone and looked at the two boys, "Okay. The police will be here later."

The two boys looked at me, turned and muttered to each other.

"...Is it a crime to take advantage of others?"

"Possibly plainclothes?"

"You're stupid! Do plainclothes police call the police like this? I think it's a reporter."

While they were muttering, the clerk was in a panic and wanted to make a phone call.

I have nothing to do with thin people.

The two boys with keen eyes saw this situation, stopped muttering among themselves, immediately shouted, and rushed over to grab the clerk's cell phone.

"What are you doing!"

"You need to inform your accomplices!"

"They just talked about the inner room!"

Two boys, one stopped the clerk, and the other looked at me, climbed over the counter, and tried to open the door behind the counter.

The three of them started shouting so loudly that it was difficult to hear what they were saying.

The thin man asked me in a low voice: "Is this okay?"

"Anyway, we've already alerted the snake. They should have run away. Now I'm just asking for confirmation." I said calmly.

The tone was calm, but the clouds in my heart were getting thicker and thicker.

I really don't know what else I can do.

I can't find the Ghost King, I can't find the entrance and exit to the future world, and my abilities are not as good as expected.

Perhaps, after confirming what I want in my heart, my ability will reach the level I expect.

There is no other way.

There is no other way except Ye Qing's plan and Liu Che's plan.

I felt panicked and a deeper sense of powerlessness than before.

Ye Zhengyi's words echoed in his mind.

no choice.

I have no choice in this matter. This may not have started from meeting Ye Qing, but it was already determined.

The police arrived soon. The people who came should be the police from the police station near the school. The police car parked in front of the store, very conspicuously. This road is full of students. The scuffle in the store just now has attracted some attention, but those onlookers gathered outside the store.

When the police arrived, they separated the three people who were fighting.

The door leading to the back of the store had been knocked open, and a dim and strange light came out of the crack in the door.

"They sell drugs! They're inside!" the boy yelled.

"No! These two are making trouble! I want to close the store, but they refuse to leave!" the clerk said angrily, "I am just a sales clerk here, and the store manager is not here."

"Call the store manager over. Take a look at the business license." The policeman said, stopping the two parties who were still arguing.

Another policeman looked at me and the thin man.

"We came here to buy things." I said first. "They refused to leave and suspected that we were going to conduct illegal transactions, so I called the police."

"Did you call the police?" The policeman became confused, "What do you want to buy?"

"Buy drugs!" The boy started talking again.

"Wait a minute. I'm asking them." The policeman raised his hand.

"Buy a pen. It's an antique. Something from abroad." I said generally.

"There must be drugs hidden!"

"Hey, let you wait. I'm asking him here."

In the messy environment, there were also comments coming from outside the store.

The aggrieved voice of the clerk on the phone also came intermittently.

We waited for a while and the manager of this store came.

The store manager was a fat middle-aged man wearing a down jacket with the zipper unzipped, revealing the cashmere sweater and protruding belly underneath. He was slightly bald and came here in a battery car. After getting off the car, he was still panting.

"Hello, hello. I'm the store manager here. Our store is a regular business. We have licenses and purchase invoices."

"You just sell drugs!" the two boys screamed.

The fat store manager glanced around, shook hands with the policeman, ignored the two boys, and looked at the thin man and me, "Are you here to buy something? What are you buying?"

"Little Baron George's pen," the thin man replied.

"This must be a code!"

"Hey, you two classmates, stop arguing." the policeman stopped.

"Oh. That." The fat store manager drawled and asked the two policemen for instructions, "Two police comrades, I'm going to get it...or you can go get it with me. The things are inside and are not displayed. . That one is more expensive, imported, and has a certain age.”

"This gentleman just said it was an antique." the policeman asked.

"Based on the year, it should be. It has a history of four to five hundred years. But this person who came in through the customs is not smuggling antiques. This is a regular transaction. The heir sells the things of his ancestors, wasteful things. It’s hard for others to say anything,” the fat store manager said calmly, leading the police inside.

The two boys wanted to follow, but were stopped at the door.

The fat store manager said to the two of them: "There are surveillance cameras inside. And the things inside are very expensive. If you damage them, you will have to pay compensation."

The two boys said disdainfully: "Stop acting."

"The pen they want to buy," the fat store manager pointed at me and the thin man, "is worth two thousand four hundred yuan. It's quite cheap. There are things that cost tens of thousands of yuan."

"Stop scaring people!"

"I'm not scaring you. There are customs declarations and transaction contracts. It's very clear how much we spent to buy things abroad and how much transportation fees we spent to send them to China. You're going to break it. We will definitely call the police and prosecute you. In addition, we may hold you criminally responsible for what happened today.”

"Keep making it up!"

The fat store manager shook his head and told the clerk to look at the store in front, say nothing more, and just lead the way.

The two boys looked at each other, their stern look and internal arrogance gone. They just muttered in a low voice, turned their heads, and looked at the items inside.

The thin man and I also followed in.

Goodnight everybody.