The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

Chapter 85 It Feels Good

"I…" Fatty Wang was not willing to slap his own people, so, he said in a casual way, "Forget it. Being kind is good for making money!"

"It really feels good. It's a pity if you don't slap him." Qin Haodong grabbed the collar of the fake old Taoist priest and shouted to the crowd, "Are you in a bad mood? You can come out and release pressure, it's for free!"

"Damn cheater, beat him!"

Four or five young people rushed out from the crowd and kicked or punched at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was beaten too much to bear, and he hurried to cry for help to Fatty Wang and Niuer, "Second brother, elder brother-in-law, help me, I'm going to be beaten to death."

Fatty Wang and Niuer were shocked. They hadn't expected that they were so easily exposed by the old Taoist priest. They shouted, "Don't talk nonsense, we don't know you."

"You bastards, you can't abandon me." The fake old Taoist priest crawled and turned to the old man next to him and cried, "Dad, they don't care about me, you must save me. If I die, you will have no grandson."

At this time, people understood that the four people were a group. They together set up a trick.

"Beat him, these damn cheaters…"

"Kill them, cheaters should go to the hell…"

Everyone in the antique market knew a rule, which was, you couldn't go back on your word, and you could only blame yourself if you bought fake goods.

Although one couldn't go back on one's word, if some people set up a scheme to cheat people out of their money, it would be hateful. So, Fatty Wang and his men immediately aroused public wrath.

Among the crowd, some of them had suffered losses on cheaters, so they really hated cheaters. Some of them were just making fun of cheaters.

Whatever the reason was, they rushed to Fatty Wang and Niuer and other two together, punching and kicking them happily.

Qin Haodong glanced happily at the chaotic scene. It was ridiculous that these people tried to deceive him. It was totally looking for bitterness for themselves.

In the confusion, he left Fatty Wang's store and continued walking along the antique street.

After he left, the people here did not stop. In a short time, Niuer and his men were badly battered. Fortunately, the security of the antique street came in time to persuade these people to leave one after another, otherwise, the Fatty Wang's store would be destroyed.

When these people left, Fatty Wang quickly closed the store and had time to relax.

Thinking about what had happened, he angrily said to the old man and the fake Taoist priest, "Did you get kicked in the head by donkeys? You were capper. How did you become dupes yourself?"

Niuer shouted indignantly with a pair of swollen puffy eyes, "Look at what you have done, when that fat sheep bade 100,000 yuan, you should quit. And we would succeed. Who let you two fools mark up?"

"I don't know what happened," said the fake Taoist priest with a bitter expression. "At that time, my head may have cramped. I thought this peach sword was the treasure of Tian Shi Sect, and I must buy it."

The old man also said, "I also thought it was a big treasure, no matter how much money it costs, I had to buy it. Maybe we cheated too much and indulged in acting."

"Damn, you and your father are both fools. You lost the money which was sent to you, and made me beaten like their grandson."

The more Fatty Wang said, the angrier he became. He raised his foot and kicked the old man and Taoist priest who had just climbed up to the ground again.

Niuer grabbed the angry Fatty Wang and persuaded him, "Forget it, we have been cooperating for so many years, and we are all relatives. Forget what happened just now."

"No, it's intolerable. We must try to teach that toy boy a lesson."

Fatty Wang said angrily.

The old man got up from the ground again and said, "Yes, we have lived on this for so many years and we have not suffered losses like today. We must let the boy bleed."

The fake old Taoist priest said to Niuer, "Second brother, you always have many ideas. Find a way to revenge that guy."

Niuer blinked his small eyes and said, "It's easy to revenge this guy. Since he's not trapped by us, let's charge him with breaking an already broken item."

Fatty Wang had calmed down at this time and thought about it and said, "It is a good way, but we can't show up now. Call the third brother. The people on this street don't know much about him, so it's most appropriate for him to do that."

His idea won everyone's approval. Niuer made a phone call. Soon a flat-headed man in his 30s came to the store. He was the third brother mentioned by Fatty Wang just now. He was also a member of the swindling gang.

. Fatty Wang told him about what happened today and then said, "You go and teach that guy a lesson, make sure he bleeds a little, or we can't accept this."

"Don't worry, brother. I'm good at that." Then, he picked up a porcelain vase and was about to leave.

Niuer grabbed him and said, "Third brother, that guy is smart. The vase is too big. It may not be easy to succeed. You can change another thing."

The third brother asked, "Second brother, what's the right thing you think?"

Niuer said to Fatty Wang, "Looking for a smaller one for him. It should be cheap but looks like a valuable item."

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "Well, the last time you took back a broken mirror and put it away for half a year. Nobody asked for it. Just use it."

Then he took out an ancient mirror from the counter. It was the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long behind it. It looked very old in bronze, but it was not made of copper.

Niuer said, "Fatty, how can you get this mirror out? It may be a good thing."

"Impossible, you bought it by just 50 yuan. I have marked it 100 yuan for half a year, but nobody wants it. How could it be a good thing?"

Obviously, Fatty Wang was very angry with the mirror.

The old man said, "Son, you saw it wrong. We've asked many experts to see this thing. They could not tell what it is. It's suitable to use it."

"That's right. Every time I look at it, I'll be upset."

Then, Fatty Wang put the mirror on the ground and kicked it up with his foot. The mirror broke with a crash.

He picked it up and sent it to the third brother. "Take and use it. Blackmail that guy severely."

"Don't worry, big brother. I'm sure I'll make that guy take out a lot of money."

Then he took the mirror into his arms and turned away from the antique store.

Qin Haodong was still walking along the antique street. He looked at several stores continuously and could not find a decent instrument.

At this time, two men came to him. The man ahead of him was a man about fifty years old. His beard apparently had not been shaved for several days, and his expression was full of sadness.

Behind him was a young man in his twenties, with a censer about 20 centimeters in diameter in his arms.

The two men came to an antique store in front of Qin Haodong. When they entered the store, the middle-aged man asked, "Sir, do you collect censers?"

"Of course."

The owner of this store was a thin old man about 60 years old. He had a mustache and small eyes which were brimming with radiating vigor.

"How much will you pay for one?" the middle-aged man asked.

The old man smiled. "Brother, you're a layman. This is an antique shop, not a greengrocer. The price depends on your stuff. If it's really valuable, I will pay you more than one million. If it's a junk, I will not take it no matter how cheap it is."

The middle-aged man turned to the young man and said, "Son, let the shopkeeper see our censer."

The young man responded and delivered the censer in his arms to the shopkeeper.

This was an iron three-legged censer with a diameter of about 20 centimeters. The surface of the censer was not special. The craft was rough. It looked like it had been buried underground for a long time. It was not very clean and still had some fresh soil on it. It was dark and rusty. Its appearance was bad.

The shopkeeper circled around the censer and shook his head incessantly. "This is not an antique. It's worthless. You can sell it at a piece of iron at most."

But Qin Haodong could see clearly that the appearance of the censer was not good, but it had a strong Spiritual Qi. It was absolutely a good thing.

The middle-aged man cried with unwillingness, "How can it be? This is a good thing left by my grandpa. I heard that my great-grandfather once hid from Japanese and buried it under the ground. My grandfather told me again and again before he died that the censer should be passed down as an heirloom. If it wasn't for my sick wife in the hospital, I would never dig it out and sell it."

The shopkeeper burst out laughing and said, "Are you here to tell me a story? You said it's your grandfather who left it, even it's your ancestors who left it, it's just a piece of iron. It's still worthless."

The young man asked, "Sir, how much you can pay? My mother is really in the hospital. She needs money badly."

The shopkeeper put out a finger and said, "100 yuan, I will not pay more than that."

"What? 100 yuan? This is our family's treasure. I will never sell it if your bid is less than 100,000 yuan."

The middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes wide and looked rather unwilling.

But after he said that, even the people around him laughed. For such an iron censer, two or three hundred yuan was already a high price. Who would pay 100,000 yuan for such a thing?

The shopkeeper showed a sinister smile and said, "Whether your families are dead or sick, it's still worthless. I've been kind enough to give you 100 yuan. If you want to sell it, you can leave it, or you can go now."

An expression of despair flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he cried excitedly, "No, I must sell this thing for 100,000 yuan, or it will not be enough to cure my wife."

"You are simply not in your right mind!" the shopkeeper said with a sarcastic expression, "Even if your whole family are dead, this thing will never sell for 100,000 yuan. If anyone wants to pay for it, I call him Dad!"

After he said this, some people in the crowd were not happy. "If you don't want to buy it, you can just do that. They also need money to treat diseases. Why did you talk in such a sinister and vicious tone?"

"Yes, you have no sympathy at all…"

Facing these criticisms, the shopkeeper did not feel guilty. On the contrary, his face looked angry. He said, "I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. If you are kind, you can buy it. My words count. As long as someone can offer 100,000 yuan to buy this rotten thing, I can immediately call him Dad!"

In his opinion, this iron censer was not even an antique. It could only be sold at a piece of iron. Only fools would pay 100,000 yuan for it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said that, someone shouted, "100,000 yuan, I will buy it!"