Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

"Stop fighting and say it properly. It's all a misunderstanding!"

The stall owner was beaten with fear on his face. Seeing Jiang Yuan raise his hand and slap him again, his face turned pale with fright, "Little brother, if we have something to say, can we talk it over?"

Jiang Yuan said with a cold face, "Why didn't you say something nice just now?"

"Master Mo is so old. Why didn't you say something nice when you pulled me here and there?"

"If you call yourself 'I' in front of Master Mo, you won't be afraid of losing your life!"

Jiang Yuan was furious and slapped the middle-aged stall owner on the face again.

After these two slaps, his face was already red and swollen, and his back molars almost flew out.

Jiang Yuan finally calmed down a little, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The stall owner almost cried and said aggrievedly:

"This old guy... this old master crushed the things on my stall, and I want him to pay for it."

Jiang Yuan frowned and looked at Master Mo, then heard Master Mo say angrily:

"I was looking at something, and I don't know who kicked me from behind."

Jiang Yuan nodded and glanced at the dozen or so broken purple clay pots on the stall. When he saw that they were all new things that didn't shine, he instantly became angrier.

"Just because of these rags, you do something to an old man?"

The stall owner was afraid of being beaten again, so he quickly said: "It's not rags. The things in my stall are all good things. I was wrong just now. I apologize, but you still have to pay me!"

Jiang Yuan slapped his hand, causing the stall owner to crawl back a few steps, and then stood up timidly.

"You have to follow the rules!"

The stall owner covered his face and wanted to have a fight with Jiang Yuan, but when he saw Jiang Yuan's posture, he knew that if he dared to take action, he might really have to answer here today.

The onlookers also felt relieved.

"That's right! Who told you to be so cruel to an old man!"

"Obviously, this old man is also a victim. If you don't catch and kick that little bastard of the old man, you still put all the blame on the old man. You deserve to be beaten to death!"

Jiang Yuan clasped his fists at everyone and said, "Thank you all for speaking up. However, I, Jiang Yuan, am a man of rules. It's up to you to see how I deal with it."

In the crowd, an old man in a black robe asked uncertainly, "Young man, are you Jiang Yuan who runs an antique shop next to the Jinxing Enamel Factory? My son even bought a late Qing Dynasty set a few days ago.

Where are the tables and chairs?”

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Yes, it's me."

When the stall owner heard this, he immediately felt confident, "Since you are also a member of the industry, you must follow the rules."

"You've beaten me and scolded me, now it's time to pay for it, right?"

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, but glanced at the purple clay pot on the stall again.

Suddenly, a camphor wood box placed behind the stall caught Jiang Yuan's attention.

There was a faint flicker of light in the cracks of the box, and there was no doubt that there was an 'old thing' inside.

Jiang Yuan looked at the stall owner indifferently:

"One code equals another. I hit you just now because you touched Master Mo without distinguishing between right and wrong."

"Now I'm going to tell you all this crap again."

"You said you want me to compensate, yes, one hundred yuan."

The stall owner suddenly became unhappy and said, "These are all good things, from the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, and the Republic of China. I can't do anything less than ten thousand!"

When Master Mo heard this, he was so angry that he stepped forward to argue.

Jiang Yuan quickly grabbed him and said, "Master Mo, I will handle it. You can just watch from the side."

Master Mo nodded and walked aside and stopped talking.

"Ten thousand? Are you dreaming?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head with a cold face, "According to the rules, if something is damaged, you need to ask a notary to estimate the value and then tell you how much compensation to pay."

"Anyone here who knows my name should also know that I have a good relationship with several collectors in the Binhai antique circle."

"How about I invite them here, and then I will compensate you how much money they ask me to pay?"

Immediately, someone advised me: "Young man, it's not your fault. Your old master is also a victim. Don't suffer the consequences of being dumb."

Jiang Yuan smiled and hugged the man, "It doesn't matter."

The stall owner saw that Jiang Yuan was still following the rules, so his tone was a little tougher, and he frowned and said: "Who is your dream? There are several other collectors, who can you tell me?"

Some people who couldn’t stand this stall owner said:

"Don't be dissatisfied. I've actually heard that Boss Jiang has a good relationship with Mr. Liu, the number one collector of Binhai jades, Mr. Zhang Guhua, the number one collector of ancient paintings, and Mr. Wang, the number one collector of ancient coins."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner felt a little guilty, but he still said stubbornly, "No matter who you call, you will have to pay me 10,000 yuan today!"

"Speak nicely," Jiang Yuan glared, "I, Jiang Yuan, am not a stingy person. I will reward you two hundred more. For you rags, I will give you a total of three hundred. Is that generous enough?"

"No, you have to..." Before the stall owner could finish his words, Jiang Yuan turned around.

"Master Mo, let's go. I won't pay him a penny. Let's go to the police and let this bastard pay for his medical expenses and mental damage."

"Don't go!"

"Brother, these are really good things. Can you add a little more and compensate me a thousand?"

Jiang Yuan turned around and glanced at him coldly, "Three hundred, it's up to you if you want!"

"If you want, pack the things for me."

The stall owner walked to the stall angrily, took a sack and packed all the purple clay pots.

Jiang Yuan glared and pointed at the camphor wood box behind the stall, "I'm telling you everything!"

The stall owner quit his job immediately. Even though the boxes in the back were all bargains he collected from everywhere, if he gave them all to Jiang Yuan, he wouldn't be able to make a penny.

Jiang Yuan looked impatient and took out five hundred yuan and threw it on the stall. "I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll give you two more hundred yuan to buy medicine. Hurry up and give it to me!"

The stall owner was smarter this time and didn't say much. He opened the camphor box and put everything into his pockets.

At the same time, he had already calculated it in his head. Not only did he not pay any compensation, but he also transferred 180 yuan.

"Be careful, if you get it damaged I'll ask you to pay for it!"

The stall owner held up his bag and handed it to Jiang Yuan timidly.

Jiang Yuan held his pocket, glanced at the stall owner coldly, and then asked Master Mo to get on his motorcycle and prepare to leave.

Seeing Jiang Yuan start his motorcycle, the stall owner forgot about the pain and uttered: "Don't you say that you are a civilized person? Civilization is a hammer!"

The next moment, the motorcycle suddenly stalled.

Jiang Yuan turned around and walked back, grabbed the stall owner who was about to run, and slapped him in the face again.

"sorry."

"Is this civilized enough?"

After saying that, Jiang Yuan turned around, started his motorcycle and left.

The people around were stunned for a moment, laughing so hard that they couldn't stand upright. Looking at the stall owner who was about to collapse, many people jeered:

"Damn it, I'm telling you to have a bad mouth!"

"This young man is a nice guy. If it were me, I wouldn't ask the police to arrest you, let alone compensate you!"

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On the way, Master Mo kept complaining:

"Tell me, what are the rules for you to talk to people like that? Besides, even if you stick to the rules, we shouldn't pay for this money!"

Jiang Yuan glanced at Master Mo in the rearview mirror, saw him blowing his beard and staring, and couldn't help but smile:

"Master Mo~ I, Jiang Yuan, am not the one who suffers."

Master Mo frowned and suddenly remembered Jiang Yuan's performance just now, "Is it possible that you have other motives for wanting the things in his box later?"

"Any old stuff?"

"But you haven't even seen what's in the box."

Jiang Yuan smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you get back."

After a while, Jiang Yuan took Master Mo back to the store.

Wang Dayou and others hadn't left yet. They were relieved when they saw Master Mo back safely.

Come.

After asking what happened, everyone comforted Mr. Mo, just think it was bad luck and don't get angry.

Then Jiang Yuan opened the sack and took out a purple clay pot.

The overall shape of this purple clay pot is like a pumpkin, with a seven-ridged abdomen, the spout is shaped like a rolled leaf, the handle is shaped like a melon vine, and the spout is shaped like a melon handle. It is really lifelike.

Looking at the batter, it is also thick and shiny.

There are also the inscriptions on the body of the pot, "The bones are clear and the flesh is greasy, and it is straight, pick Su's sentence. Ming Yuan", as well as the seal script mark of "Chen Mingyuan".

Master Mo was stunned when he saw this purple clay pot.

He really couldn't figure it out. Jiang Yuan didn't even look at the contents of the camphor wood box. Why was he so sure that there was such a good thing?

Those present were all experts among experts, how could they fail to recognize the value of this purple clay teapot?

Zhu Wei looked at Jiang Yuan with envy on his face, "That stall owner is really a stick. You just took down Chen Mingyuan's 'Pumpkin Pot', the top purple clay pot master in the Kangxi period. Why are you so lucky? I feel like this

Did the baby come in front of your eyes intentionally?"

Hou Weimin likes to play with miscellaneous things, and has a special liking for purple clay teapots.

His face was full of envy, "If you meet a collector who likes this pot now, it is possible to spend more than ten or two hundred thousand."

Jiang Yuan smiled noncommittally. No one knew the value of this thing in the 21st century better than himself.

Around 2018, a very similar work by Chen Mingyuan seemed to have been auctioned at an auction in Singapore + Singapore. The transaction price at that time seemed to be HK$15 million.

Hou Weimin knew that Jiang Yuan would keep this purple clay teapot for his collection, so he didn't ask Jiang Yuan if he had any intention of transferring it. He just sighed:

"You have so many good things now, and they are all placed in the safe in the basement, but you have to pay attention to security."

"There are a lot of people taking desperate risks these days."

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Don't worry."

After a while, a group of people left one after another.

Jiang Yuan took Master Mo to the hospital for a checkup by bicycle and found that there was nothing serious, so he felt relieved and returned to the store.

Unfortunately, Master Mo didn't know who kicked him so viciously, and Jiang Yuan couldn't find out even if he wanted to.

What Jiang Yuan didn't expect was that in the evening, Ye Zhiqiu sent someone to Jiang Yuan's store and said that someone saw Qin Yu kicking Master Mo.

That person was a jewelry designer at Qin Jewelry, who was fired because he was dissatisfied with Qin Yu's salary reduction for employees after he took office.

He happened to live near Huangcao Garden and was walking around Huangcao Garden when the incident happened.

In addition, he had just applied for the position of Ye's jewelry designer, and also found out that the company's HR manager was named Jiang Yuan.

So when he saw and heard that the person who stood up for Master Mo in Huangcaoyuan was named Jiang Yuan, he rushed to the Ye Group without stopping and told Ye Zhiqiu about the matter.

When Jiang Yuan heard that it was Master Mo who was kicked by Qin Yu, he was so angry that he ran away.

But after calming down and thinking about it, Jiang Yuan stopped the urge to beat Qin Yu violently.

I am a civilized person, fighting or anything like that is too rude.

Isn't Qin Yu very proud of his status as the general manager of Qin's Jewelry, so he might as well let Ye's Jewelry go bankrupt.

But then I thought about it, Qin's Jewelry still had so many employees to support, if I let Qin's Jewelry go bankrupt...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan almost slapped himself.

What is there to hesitate about? I am still a shareholder of Ye's Jewelry, and I am already a competitor with Qin's.

Besides, once Ye's becomes bigger, it will need more manpower. Then it will be great to absorb the employees of Qin's Jewelry.

Master Mo, who had just returned from a walk, saw Jiang Yuan smirking and asked with confusion on his face: "Are you possessed by a demon?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "Mr. Mo, the person who kicked you is Qin Yu."

Master Mo was stunned for a moment, then a trace of anger appeared on his face, "Who would kick me for no reason? It turned out to be that bastard!"

"Don't be angry," Jiang Yuan smiled softly, "Just keep watching, I will make him pay the price!"