MTL - Treasure Hunt America-Chapter 83 dog bites dog
Ask for collection, ask for recommendation!
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The Japanese grabbed the plate carefully held in Xiaobailian's hand at once, and that action didn't look like he was dealing with a few precious antique plates at all.
Jin Muchen stood aside and watched with a sneer. The Japanese was still very professional. He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on first. Then he took out a magnifying glass and began to examine the plates carefully. .
After watching it for a while, the Japanese suddenly threw the plate in his hand to the ground angrily, and with a snap, the blue and white plate shattered into pieces.
The little white face, who was standing by the other two plates, was suddenly shocked: "Mr. Komatsu!"
"Baga! Shut up, how much did you pay for these plates?"
"Um... ninety-five thousand dollars..."
"asshole!"
"Snapped!"
The crowd watching the lively crowd was startled by the sudden and furious slap in the face from the Japanese. No one would have thought that this guy would actually lose his temper in public, and raise his hand is a slap in the face.
If there was such a conflict between others, these Americans would have called the police long ago, but this is obviously an internal conflict between the Japanese. These guys are not too much to watch the fun, and I wish they would make it worse. Of course no one wants to call the police.
At this time, the atmosphere in the shed was very strange. The people who were looking at the antiques in front of the various vendors also put down their things at this time, and gathered in front of the group of Japanese people, forming a big circle, ready to watch the fun .
"Did you mess with him again?"
As soon as she saw that the little white face was beaten by the Japanese, Candace understood a little, she smiled and asked Jin Muchen to arrive.
Jin Muchen, on the other hand, smiled unkindly: "I don't have that spare time, but he is willing to buy things with me. You have to know that I am wrong sometimes. Why don't you like watching it?"
"Hey, how come, of course I like it, but if only I could have some popcorn and Coke."
Candace turned his head with a smile, then licked his red and tender lips, while Jin Muchen had black lines all over his head.
Xiaobai Mian was stunned by the furious slap in the face by the Japanese, so he just stood there holding the remaining two plates, and the Japanese seemed to be angry, but was pulled by the other Japanese.
Watanabe, who looked very much like Ken Takakura, gave this Komatsu a wink. When Komatsu looked at the crowd around him, he could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.
Mad, today is really too careless. I believed this bastard's nonsense before. He said that the Chinese has a good eye for antiques, but this morning, the Chinese also verified the bastard's statement.
The things he likes are really good. The things he grabbed from his hands, after his inspection in the morning, are indeed good things worth buying.
But it is such a negligence, who would have thought that this would be put together by someone?
I blame myself for being too careless, not being there to translate this **** at the critical moment, and that was why the cunning Chinese gave it to him.
Now I have spent 95,000 to buy back such a few dishes that are not even worth 950. This is a big loss. If I go back, it will be hard to explain.
Thinking of this, Komatsu, the professional appraiser in the Japanese business group, regretted his bowels.
It's too late to say anything now, let's take a look at the other two plates, I hope those two plates can be worth some money, at least they can recover a little loss.
In the end, it's okay not to look at it. This look almost didn't blow Xiaomong's stomach. What kind of **** is this **** who bought it back?
The workmanship of these plates seems to be good, but there are too many loopholes. You can say that the blue and white glaze is similar, but it looks a bit thief, which is completely inconsistent with the pure glaze color of the real Ming Dynasty blue and white. , which shows that there must be a problem with the process when firing.
There is also the base of this plate and the quality of the tire. As long as you look closely, you can see that there are problems. It's over, and this is a big loss.
Komatsu looked at the two plates in his hand, his mind went blank. He just hated that this guy did a good job in the morning. the basket.
At this time, Komatsu looked at the little white-faced translator's eyes and wanted to eat him. At this time, the little white-faced translator's face was pale, completely frightened by the furious Japanese.
"Bastard, after you go back, wait for the punishment. You are responsible for all the losses this time!"
Komatsu shouted to Xiaobai face angrily, and Du Qiangni, who had been hiding in the crowd at this time, was also dumbfounded. This sudden change was something he had never expected before.
It was only then that he remembered that the last time he was on Long Island, he had been fooled by Jin Muchen once, Madd, how could he forget this?
Du Qiangni was also full of remorse at this time. Before, he just wanted to let his cousin rely on Japanese funds to rob the kid and give himself an outlet.
But he forgot, that kid is a sinister and cunning guy, and he cheated him like this last time.
In fact, this was also related to his subconscious, unwillingness to mention to his cousin that he was being harassed by others and suffered a dumb loss, but it was too late to say anything after this time.
"Yo! Uncle, your cousin has been beaten like this, why are you still here as a tortoise? This is the United States, what are you afraid of? I only see that you like being a dog, but I didn't expect you to like being a tortoise?"
Suddenly there was a burst of yin and yang sarcasm around him. Du Qiangni turned his head and saw Jin Muchen who was full of contempt and mockery. His heart suddenly sank and his eyes turned red.
It's all this kid, if it wasn't for him, how could he be my cousin?
"Whoops! I forgot, Mr. Dujonny is not only the famous fried rice uncle in Chinatown, but he also had a glorious past. Hehe, I dedicated all my wealth to your white godfathers. It's still not enough, and in the end, you have to dedicate your wife to your white godfathers to sleep? Hey, it seems that you not only have the potential to be a good dog, but you also have the potential to be a green-headed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I still like to recognize the godfather everywhere, and it is not enough to recognize the American as the godfather. Why do you want to recognize the Japanese as the godfather? Oh! That's right, didn't your brother recognize the Japanese as the godfather? Now that the godfather is teaching the godson, of course you, as a big brother, dare not step forward to help, huh?"
Looking at Du Qianni's almost distorted face on the opposite side, Jin Muchen's heart became more and more funny, but he couldn't show any sympathy for this guy at all.
Such a guy would have to be trampled to death, and it would be best if he would have to take a detour the next time he sees him.
Du Johnny clenched his fists, his knuckles were turning white, and his eyes were even red. He was about to rush over to fight with Jin Muchen, but when he looked up, he happened to see Jin Muchen's playful eyes and the sneer at the corner of his mouth. My heart pounded for a moment, and I remembered the tragic situation when he was beaten up by him on Long Island.
"What, do you want to do it with me? How much did you spend on filling your teeth last time? Be careful this time it may cost more!"
Jin Muchen was completely joking, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on Du Qiangni's back. The painful experience after being beaten by him last time was vividly replayed in his mind. It felt too painful. He didn't want to suffer again.
Komatsu didn't care about his face at this time, and stood there and sprayed the little white-faced translator with blood. The other Japanese people were also gloomy after learning that they had lost 95,000 US dollars this time. Discourage Komatsu's meaning.
The harder Komatsu scolds, the happier Jin Muchen is. You deserve it, you damned bastard, robbing Lao Tzu, it deserves you, Japanese dog, to let you take advantage of Lao Tzu. the better.
Du Qiangni ducked to the other end of the crowd with his tail tucked in, and Jin Muchen felt that he was almost done watching, and turned to go to the stall owner who just sold the plates.
The stall owner was packing his things at this time, UU reading www. uukanshu.com seems to be planning to leave here quickly.
Because this antique market is not a formal antique store, nor is it an auction company, so even if someone buys fake things here, there is no way to call the police.
After all, this is one of the few places in the American antiques circle that allows scavenging and punching. If you change those antique shops, do you think they will sue you for malicious fraud?
Although he is not afraid of those Japanese people sue him, but after all, it is known that he is not good at selling fake goods, so it seems that he intends to leave here.
At this time, Jin Muchen came up and said, "Hey! Dude, it seems that there is something wrong with what you just bought!"
"What, I don't know? Besides, the transaction just now was yours and I wished, and the money and goods were both paid. Now there is a problem, but I have nothing to do with it, and I can only blame them for their lack of eyesight!"
This guy's speech is somewhat inconsistent, which shows the panic in his heart, while Jin Muchen is smiling.
"Come on, buddy, don't be nervous, I don't mean to meddle in business. By the way, do you want to buy this box? It just so happens that I still lack a TV cabinet at home."
"Ah? Are you interested in this box? You really have eyesight. This box was originally used as a TV cabinet and a wine cabinet in my house. Although it is not very new, it is just right. If it hadn't been changed at home this time. The wall-mounted LCD TV, it's useless, I really don't want to sell it. If you really want it, you can take the thirty dollars!"
This guy is definitely half a bucket of water who doesn't know how to do it. Jin Muchen took out thirty dollars and slapped it on his hand without saying a word.
