The proud daughter of the reborn space

Chapter 72 Touching Porcelain
Dong Chang sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's go to Yuguzhai. The boss there is a very famous appraisal master, and he is very familiar with my father. I have met him many times. He is a kind man. Grandpa."

Although she was very suspicious of Hua Shu's vision, since Hua Shu insisted, she had no choice but to help her find a good store to avoid being laughed at by some bad shopkeepers if she bought fake goods. After all, in the antique market, this kind of thing can't happen It's not like it never happened.

It can be said that Hua Shu knew nothing about the Antique Street. With Dong Chang as a guide, she had a lot of trouble, so she followed Dong Chang to Yuguzhai without any objection.

Hua Shu and Hua Shu wandered a little far, and they had to turn around and go back to Yuguzhai, so they walked through the crowd again, but this time they didn't have to look for the authentic products one by one, and their pace was much faster.

Just as they were about to reach the end of West Street, there was a quarrel among the crowd, and the surrounding vendors were also whispering about something.

Hua Shu is now at the foundation-building stage and has amazing hearing. Although the vendors are very quiet, they can't stop Hua Shu's hearing.

From the words of the vendors, she knew what happened in the crowd. It turned out that someone had encountered a professional porcelain toucher, and now the two sides were arguing.

Dong Chang also noticed what was going on there, and saw her look carefully into the crowd, and then frowned.

"It's that Boss Xing again. He doesn't set up a good stall, but he comes out to deceive people again."

"Changchang, do you know the stall owner?" Hua Shu gave her a strange look.

Dong Chang frowned and said with a look of displeasure: "That man's surname is Xing. Everyone calls him Boss Xing. He is from the same village as my grandpa. He used to be a gangster who was idle and not doing his job. In the past two years, he has become more and more interested in antiques. It started to get popular, so he went around collecting some things to sell, but this guy was just a slut. He didn't do a good business, and he preferred to imitate other people who used incomplete antiques to make porcelain. This is already the third time for me. I saw him cheating on people in the antique street.”

Hearing what she said, Hua Shu was also surprised. This antique street is so big, and Boss Xing has been cheating here for so long, but no one is taking care of it. Isn't this antique street too chaotic?
With this in mind, Hua Shu asked.

Dong Chang shook his head helplessly, "He is very smart and specializes in picking out outsiders. Those people can't do anything to him. Those who have the ability can naturally solve it. Ordinary people without backers can only lose money and avoid disasters. As for the locals, After all, we didn’t defraud them of their money, so who wants to ask for trouble?”

"Well, according to what you said, that Boss Xing is just a gangster. It's normal for people around him not to dare to meddle in other people's business." Hua Shu sighed softly, feeling helpless about this phenomenon.

The so-called matters that have nothing to do with oneself should be ignored. Especially after seeing the endless fraud methods of later generations who took advantage of people's kindness, Hua Shu could also understand the mentality of those people who stood by and watched. It was not that they were indifferent, but that they wanted to meet Boss Xing. Such ruffians will harm themselves if not handled well. Just imagine who would be willing to hook up with a stranger?
"Shall we go over and take a look?" Dong Chang seemed to be interested and pulled Hua Shu towards the crowd.

Hua Shu didn't want to go watch the fun at first, but her hand was held by Dong Chang, so she didn't say much and followed Dong Chang into the crowd.

"I've seen people who touch porcelain, but this is the first time they dare to touch me. You'd better apologize to me quickly, otherwise this matter will never end today." In the middle of the crowd, a young man about 23 or [-] years old, He looked at the street vendor Xing Laodao with an unkind expression.

(End of this chapter)