You, a junk collector, actually rejected the school beauty? !

The more he thought about selling it to his colleague and old friend.

Zhao Jianbo's face turned green.

"An acquaintance, you know that person, Mr. Yang from the Appraisal Pavilion, he actually sold me fakes!"

Thinking of losing hundreds of thousands, he cursed.

"It's him!"

Zhang Bo understood: "His Appraisal Pavilion just closed down some time ago, saying that he would no longer touch the antique business. It seems that he took the opportunity to change his career and deliberately sold this high-end imitation at a low price to you. We are all friends, you must not have checked it so carefully."

"This old guy usually drinks and has a lot of health. I have never invited him before, but he actually cheated me!"

Zhao Jianbo became more and more angry as he thought about it.

Zhang Bo sighed and said, "Being angry won't make up for the loss. According to the industry rules, you are not responsible for antiques once they leave your hands. Not to mention that the old man has closed down, even if his treasure appraisal pavilion is still there, you will not recognize this painting if you go to him. At this point, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck! However, this boss Su has a sharp eye. He can even see the problem with the painting that deceived you. No wonder he can find the real thing in the fake stall!"

At this time.

Zhao Jianbo was also a little surprised.

"He only took a glance at this painting and found the problem. He is really not an ordinary person!"

Zhang Bo pointed to the Nine Peach Plate he had arranged and smiled: "But now, you should rest assured. Your Nine Peach Plate is definitely real!"

At this time.

Both of them dispelled the last doubts about the Nine Peach Plate.

...

Leaving from Jubaozhai.

Su An shuttled through the streets and alleys while chatting with the fans in the live broadcast room. Time passed in a blink of an eye and it was 7:30 in the evening.

"It's quite far from the school. I have to find a waste recycling station quickly to sell the things and go back to the dormitory early, otherwise it will be troublesome if the dormitory is closed at 11 o'clock."

Looking at the time, he took out his mobile phone to search for the nearest waste recycling station.

"Hey, buddy, don't leave yet, I want to sell waste!"

A few meters away.

A fat man with a cigarette in his mouth rushed out of a roadside fruit shop. The man waved at Su An and shouted at him.

"Brother, do you have a lot of cardboard boxes?"

Su An stopped pedaling.

If there are too many, his car can't fit them, and the waste station is a bit far, so he doesn't want to make a second trip.

The fat man held a cigarette in his mouth, and his small eyes that were almost invisible due to the flesh looked at Su An and said, "Why, if there are not many, you won't take them?"

"No, no, I'm afraid there are too many to fit."

Su An explained with a smile.

As he spoke, he parked the tricycle in front of the fruit shop.

There were fruit boxes piled up at the door, some of which were filled with rotten fruits, with special prices marked on them.

The fat man sat down on the recliner, as if standing had exhausted his strength. He pointed his short and thick finger into the store and said, "There are still many empty boxes in the store. Go and get them yourself. Clean up the floor for me."

Su An responded and walked in.

The fruit store was not big, filled with all kinds of fruits, leaving only a narrow aisle, which was very inconvenient to enter and exit.

He walked all the way to the innermost part and scanned the floor.

There were cardboard boxes piled up in a mess, fruit bags everywhere, and some fat otaku happy water plastic bottles.

There were not many things, but it would take some time to deal with them.

"Auntie, are you here to see the fruits again? You always just look but don't buy, don't you find it troublesome?"

With a squeak, the fat man stood up from the recliner and said sarcastically.

At the same time, he came to the old lady in a few steps, staring at her with a pair of eyes.

"What are you talking about! I must look at the things I buy, but I can't let people see them after I put them on display?!"

The lady at the door was skinny and had a big leather bag on her body.

She was dressed neatly.

She had a sullen face at the moment, and her already mean face looked even more unpleasant.

The fat man curled his lips: "You have come so many times, but I see you have never bought anything once. Your daughter-in-law is seven or eight months pregnant, and she follows your son to the stall every night to help your son with barbecue. Don't you buy some fruit for her to nourish her body?"

The lady looked ugly, with wrinkles squeezed together, and snorted:

"Hmph, a hen that can't lay eggs and can only give birth to money-losing things, is it worthy of eating fruit? It's good enough to give her a full meal every day! My poor son, marrying such a useless wife, going out early and returning late every day to work to make money, people are tired and thin, but now he doesn't even have a son to inherit the incense. It's also because we are kind-hearted. If we met other in-laws, we would have kicked her out of the house long ago!"

The fat man couldn't help but flipped when he heard this.

He rolled his eyes: "Your son is still thin. His figure is comparable to mine. But your daughter-in-law is seven or eight months pregnant. Except for her bulging belly, her arms and legs are very thin, and her face is sallow. You can see that she has no nutrition. Instead of feeling sorry for your son, you might as well pay more attention to your daughter-in-law."

"When she gives birth to a grandson for me and makes contributions to my family, she will be worthy of care!"

Hearing such a view-destroying words, Su An raised his head from the waste.

This glance happened to meet the eyes of the old lady.

The old lady looked at Su An twice, and her face immediately showed a strong disgust.

She moved her feet and walked straight to the fruits displayed at the back of the fruit shop.

The fat man wanted to catch up, and at this time, several customers came to the stall.

"Boss, how much is the watermelon?"

"Six dollars and fifty cents!"

The fat man had to greet the customers.

The old lady was next to Su An, holding out her hand to pick and choose the fruits.

From time to time, she would look out to see what was happening outside.

Su An tied up a bunch of cartons and was about to take them outside.

Her eyes blurred.

I saw.

The old lady was opening her bag and putting boxes of grapes in it!

She even stuffed a small durian in it!

"What are you looking at? I'm collecting your junk!"

The old lady noticed Su An's gaze, her eyes were fierce, and she glared at him fiercely.

"If you dare to tell the boss, I'll fall in front of you and pay you to death!"

She even threatened.

Su An immediately showed a look of fear on his face when he heard this.

Seeing this.

The old lady was very proud in her heart. It was easy to deal with a junk collector.

But the next second, she heard words that made her blood pressure rise.

"Auntie, don't worry, I definitely didn't see you stuff the boxed grapes and durian into your bag, so don't fall down and try to scam me, I'm just a junk collector and I can't afford to pay for your medical expenses!"

Su An shouted in horror.

Instantly.

His voice filled the entire fruit shop.

The fat man who was busy cutting watermelons quickly turned his head and squeezed in front of the aunt at a speed that exceeded his body.

He reached out and took advantage of the aunt's reaction.

He picked up her shoulder bag.

The zipper was not closed, revealing the durian and boxed fruits inside.

"Caught red-handed, Auntie, what else do you have to say?"

His small eyes squeezed by fat widened, full of anger and excitement.

He finally caught her!