Chapter 522

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Yang Zimei was not at ease. Lin Qingmei said to her master and went straight to Brunei street.

There are many people with antiques in their hands around the gate of Mo Xuan.

In the past, everyone was holding their own things, standing in line, waiting for song Xuan to help identify.

Now, they stand in a mess, with all sorts of looks on their faces, most of them angry, clamoring for returns.

On that day, song Xuan once made a promise that the goods sold in the shop could be returned within a year.

Now these people are generally worried about buying fake goods, so they all come to ask for return.

Yang Zimei squeezed in and saw Lin Qingmei and the work in the shop looking anxious.

"Everyone, we are short of funds for the time being. Please wait a few days. We will handle the return for you. Please don't worry."

Lin Qingmei looks red.

"In a few days? Maybe you will run away in a few days. Even if there is no runner, the store will close and return goods for us? You're kidding. You can return it to us right now. Otherwise, we'll smash the store. "

A man called in a gruff voice.

Others echoed.

The antiques on hand are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. In case they are really fake, they will lose their lives. Therefore, they will never let go of the opportunity to return them.

Lin Qingmei was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her face was pale and she was sweating. She put her hands on her stomach.

Yang Zimei hurried to the past and helped her, "sister Qingmei, I'm coming."

As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grasped her hand and anxiously asked, "Xiaomei, how is song Xuan?"

"Don't worry. I've asked the police to take care of him. Mr. Song will be fine."

Yang Zimei let Lin Qingmei sit down.

"Are they all going to return it?"

Yang Zimei looked at the noisy people in front of him and frowned.

"Well." Lin Qingmei nodded powerlessly, "with so many shipments, we need at least 3 million cash. Now, we can only withdraw one million cash."

"It's OK. I have it!"

Yang Zimei looked around the noisy crowd, cleared his throat and said, "everyone, you can return goods. Please line up and come one by one. If you dare to make noise, don't blame me for being rude."

"Who are you?" A man is very disdainful to ask, "do you have the ability to help us return goods?"

"I am a disciple of Mr. Song. Since I can speak out, I am naturally able to help you handle the return of goods." Yang Zi Mei Road.

"Deceive people, don't believe her!"

Cried one of the crowd.

Yang Zimei saw that the man was deliberately making trouble, and he did not have any antique.

Her eyes cold, body like a ghost, quickly rushed into the crowd, pulled out the man directly, threw a few throws in the air, and then let him land steadily.

When they saw her as a little girl, they could throw a big man like a toy, and they were stunned.

The man was thrown dizzy by her and fell to the ground.

"I said that if anyone wants to make trouble, I will not be polite." Her eyes swept us coldly, and her voice was harsh and ordered, "line up for me now!"

Other people looked at the man on the ground, and no one wanted to let himself be thrown around like a toy, and looked at the beautiful, soft and weak girl in front of her. At this time, her body exuded a certain momentum, which made them have a sense of awe, so they lined up obediently.

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