Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

After receiving the 20 yuan compensation, Ji Qinglan's mood did not improve. His hair was dry at this time, but a strange smell lingered for a long time.

Her clothes and scarf were still wet. Thinking about what she had to do today and that it was impossible to go back now, she simply didn't look for a place and went directly to the nearest black market. She found a deserted place, changed into her black clothes and black pants, hid her hair in a black hat, covered half of her face with a black scarf, and bought herself a pair of black gloves and black leather shoes.

There are many hidden talents here, so she became more cautious and even replaced her new bicycle with her old one.

The black clothes have been with her for many years and have become her invincible battle armor.

The bicycle drove into a long street. She saw that it was very busy and guessed that there must be a trading market here.

It was past noon and the streets were deserted, but it was not difficult to see the traces of street vendors left behind.

One or two pedestrians were rushing home carrying packages, and when they saw Ji Qinglan they just glanced at him.

Ji Qinglan pushed the cart along the way and observed as he went.

In a blink of an eye, a person rushed out from the side and bumped into the bicycle. Ji Qinglan quickly braked and touched the ground with his toes, and the bicycle stopped instantly.

The man was already half-kneeling on the ground, the thing in his hand fell to the ground and broke, and he was now crying out in pain.

"You broke my family's heirloom. You have to compensate me." The man picked up the broken things on the ground and pointed at Ji Qinglan and shouted.

Ji Qinglan took a closer look and found that the man was holding a blue and white pot in his arms, but the handle was separated from the pot and was held in the man's hand.

It seems that this direction is not in her favor.

The man freed one hand and grabbed the basket in front of Ji Qinglan's bicycle to prevent her from leaving. He said angrily, "This is an heirloom from my ancestors. It was given to me by the emperor. Now you've smashed it. Five hundred yuan. You can't leave if you pay a penny less."

Ji Qinglan swung the bicycle and pushed the man away, then spoke in a low voice: "You know better than me how it broke. What? Do you think I'm easy to bully and want to blackmail me?"

The man was obviously startled. He didn't expect Ji Qinglan to see through it. However, he was not willing to admit it. He said confidently, "It broke because you came over on your bike and knocked me down. Don't try to make excuses. There are my brothers everywhere. As long as I shout, I guarantee you will come in vertically and leave horizontally."

Ji Qinglan sneered and waited for him to call for help.

The man groaned, but he didn't dare to call for help.

He didn't shout, but three people came up from behind.

"Tong Beizi, you come to me again to blackmail me?" Three men came out. The leader first looked at Ji Qinglan, then his eyes fell on Tong Beizi, with a teasing look.

"Master Tong, your kettle was broken the other day, why did you bring it again today? Please be kind, it's not easy for me to live, go somewhere else to make a fortune."

Tong Beizi saw that someone had exposed his true colors, so he glared at him and said angrily, "It was broken the day before yesterday, fixed yesterday, and she broke it again today. Wan Bin, stay out of my business, or you'll suffer the consequences."

This is a scoundrel.

The man called Wan Bin was helpless and tried his best to endure it.

"Hurry up and take the money, or I'll make you pay for it."

"Why are you making me suffer the consequences? Let me see this for myself." Ji Qinglan was trying to make Yixia suffer.

Tong Beizi pointed at Wan Bin and said proudly: "See him? He is my nephew. He has dozens of people under him. If I call him, I will make you move vertically and horizontally."

Ji Qinglan went to see Wan Bin.

Wan Bin blushed and felt ashamed.

He wanted to see if there was a hole on the ground.

"We are just distant relatives. Don't use this as an excuse. I won't help you."

"Go and call your old man out. If my father hadn't given him a bowl of rice to save his life, you wouldn't be here. You ungrateful bastards."

Wan Bin's face turned ashen, his hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed. Just for a meal, three generations of his family suffered humiliation by thirty generations of people.

"How much do you want?" Ji Qinglan suddenly said.

Tong Beizi was delighted and stretched out his hand with five fingers spread out: "Five hundred."

His fingers are darker than his heart.

Ji Qinglan said nothing. He looked at the man named Tong Beizi. His face was full of wrinkles, his beard was untidy, he had a mouthful of yellow teeth, his fingers were dry like claws, and there was a large black stain on the collar of his cotton-padded jacket that was so bright that it was blinding. His neck was so dirty that you couldn't tell the color of his skin.

I pushed the bicycle back two steps inconspicuously, but was grabbed by the basket in front again.

"You want to run? No way. I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Wan Bin: "Tong Beizi, don't ask for too much, don't blame me for being rude."

"You are not qualified to ask your father to talk to me." Tong Beizi shouted arrogantly with a look of disdain on his face.

Wan Bin: ...

After all, he was the boss here, in charge of an entire street, but he ended up being ordered around by this guy just because of a meal from the older generation.

"Fifty." Ji Qinglan suddenly spoke.

Tong Bei was shocked when he heard this, his eyes rolling, and he said, "Five hundred yuan, not a cent less. This is a gift from Emperor Qianlong, a treasure from the previous dynasty."

"forty."

Tong Beizi: Is this how the price is negotiated?

"Four hundred and eighty."

"thirty."

"Four hundred and fifty, not a cent less."

"Twenty. Sell it if you want."

The price kept getting lower and lower, and Tong Beizi was completely upset. He didn't understand how the price became twenty when it was fifty just now.

Faster than jumping off a building.

He gritted his teeth and held up a finger: "One hundred yuan, I'll sell it to you for one hundred yuan."

Ji Qinglan sneered, kicked him away, turned the car around and drove away.

"Don't go, I'll sell it to you for fifty! Hey! Don't go!" Tong Beizi was as anxious as an ant on hot pan, chasing after the bicycle, not caring that his cotton shoes with holes fell on the road.

Wan Bin and the other two just watched, stunned.

Finally, after twenty meters, the price was settled at twenty yuan.

Ji Qinglan counted out twenty yuan for him and casually threw the pot and the fallen ear handle into the front basket of the bicycle.

Tong Beizi licked his fingers, counted the money again and again, and his face became cunning and complacent again; looking at Ji Qinglan like a fool, his smile was so obscene that Ji Qinglan really wanted to hit him.

Fortunately, Tong Beizi was afraid that Ji Qinglan would regret it, so he walked away crookedly; Wan Bin walked up to Ji Qinglan and said, "Brother, you don't have to pay attention to him. He is just a paper tiger, and..."

Wan Bin took a look at the blue and white porcelain vase in the basket and was speechless.

Because he knew it was fake.

Tong Beizi uses this to cheat people every day. If it were real, he would have been robbed long ago.

Ji Qinglan covered herself tightly, covered her face with a scarf, and spoke in a low voice. For a moment, Wan Bin did not recognize that the person standing in front of him was a woman.

She looked at him in confusion: I thought you were in the same group.

Wan Bin felt miserable at the look, so he changed the subject, "Brother, what are you looking for now? The morning market has already ended, and the evening market doesn't start until five o'clock, but you can tell me, and I'll give you 20% off on anything I have."