Chapter 120: 50, a huge amount!

According to Lao Hu:
It turned out that there were not only Huangmao but also two young men who took action just now.

But the two men ran away, leaving only Huangmao to deal with the aftermath.

"Boss Zhang, I know this matter better."

Among the crowd of onlookers, an old lady wearing an armband stood up and said:

"The ones who just took action were the second son of the CEO of Hongda Property and the only son of the vice president of Qingzhou Education Group. They are both second-generation rich with some dirty money. They are usually quite arrogant, but this is probably the first time they have done something like this."

"These two people must have been tricked by this yellow-haired guy and became weapons in his hands."

Zhang Yang took a look at the words on the aunt's armband and immediately realized that what she said was probably right.

He quickly pointed at Huangmao and asked:

"What about this person? Who is he?"

"I don't recognize this kind of minion. In ancient times, he would probably be a palace maid or eunuch who likes to stir up trouble!"

"Hahaha!" The crowd watching burst into merciless laughter.

Huangmao was so anxious that he wanted to say something to the old lady, but when he turned around, the old lady who provided the information had already left.

"Little eunuch, hahahaha, what aunt says is really interesting."

Zhang Yang laughed and asked the policeman in front of him:
"Comrade police, in a case like this little eunuch's, is that considered an admission?"

"Not only the medical expenses for the injured, but also the damage to the things in my store, he should bear all the losses, right?"

"That's the case for now." The policeman nodded.

"Then, little eunuch, do you have any objection?"

"I'm not a eunuch!" the yellow-haired man roared angrily.

But it was a bit irrational for him to shout behind the police officer.

My ears are buzzing from the police's shouting.

After being given a cold look by the police, Huang Mao's expression instantly became submissive, and he nodded and replied:

"Yes, I will compensate for all the losses. It's Lao Deng's daughter who paid for it anyway."

"Her? With that little salary, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to pay the compensation even if she sold herself!"

Zhang Yang looked at Huangmao with a meaningful smile on his face.

I was a little scared by Huangmao's smile.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Police comrade, you heard it. This person said I can't afford to pay before he even looked at the losses in his store. It's obvious that he wants to blackmail me! In this situation..."

"That's about it."

Zhang Yang interrupted the other party's act:

"You think compensation doesn't need a legal basis? Can I just make it up?"

"Everyone said it right?"

"Yes!" the crowd answered in unison.

"Boss Zhang is right."

The policeman said with approval:

"Then please determine the loss of property. The compensation for the injured can be discussed after we get to the hospital."

"It's easy to talk about."

While Zhang Yang responded, he took a deep look at the policeman in front of him.

It can be seen that this person just wants to settle the case quickly. His intention of mediation is quite obvious, and he obviously wants to handle it as a normal public security incident.

Zhang Yang has many options. He can choose to make a big fuss, but this depends not only on the results of Lao Hu's inspection but also on the extent of the damage to the store.

He walked into the store and took a look.

My goodness, a fierce battle once broke out here!

Lao Hu’s head probably can’t smash the glass of the display case.

Looking at the scene, it seemed that someone had used the leg of a chair to smash the glass.

Of course, the bronze chimes in the cabinet were not spared and all fell down, but this kind of thing is really strong and there was almost no change, only some green embroidery was knocked off.

But the terracotta warriors on the other side were in a miserable state.

The dancing girl figurine from the Han Dynasty was smashed to pieces, as if it was going to be used for paving the road.

Okay, then compensate me for the terracotta figurines and display cabinets.

Zhang Yang walked out of the store with a satisfied smile.

By this time the ambulance had arrived and Lao Hu finally reacted, saying that he couldn't even stand.

Soon, the stretcher-bearing team arrived, tied him to a stretcher and carried him up.

When Zhang Yang sent him to the ambulance, he said:

"Old Hu, please take good care of yourself and see the doctor. Remember, this is our company's annual physical examination. You must check it thoroughly."

"Yeah." Old Hu weakly made an OK gesture to Zhang Yang.

Then he lay on the stretcher and didn't move.

It seems like it's going to explode.

Zhang Yang exclaimed: It tastes just right.

After seeing off Lao Hu, he turned back and told the police, Huang Mao, and the passers-by who were watching the show the value of his estimated damage:
"The display case is 20, the pottery figurines are 150 million, and there are also decoration fees and chair costs. Add up all the miscellaneous costs, and I will help you round up the remainder."

"One price, 200 million."

"After paying, I have no objection."

"Two million?" Huang Mao immediately jumped up and shouted, "You still say you're not blackmailing me?!"

"You can't pay so much for a robbed gold shop, right?"

"Boss Zhang, your price is indeed a bit high."

The policeman said very sincerely:
"He will definitely not be willing to pay if you set such a high price. Even if we take it to court, the judge will not support your outrageous claim for compensation."

"This is really not expensive!" Zhang Yang explained quickly.

"The display case was imported from Germany. It uses glass that is exclusively used by Spanish nobles, and wood that is exclusively used by the British royal family. Every penny spent is justified, and I have an invoice when I buy the display case. I am not afraid of confrontation anywhere."

In fact, these words were said by the man who was selling the display cabinet when he was trying to trick Grandpa Lu.

As for “whether it is” or “whether it is worth it”, these are other questions. Anyway, it is indeed written on the invoice that it is 20.

After hearing this, Huangmao's expression changed from gloomy to bright.

He hid behind the police, pointed at Zhang Yang and asked:
"Then explain to me why the terracotta figurines are so expensive?"

"You obviously sell fake goods here. Can fake goods be worth 150 million?"

"Fake goods?" Zhang Yang asked in confusion, "Where did you get that? Did our store manager, Lao Hu, introduce them to you?"

"Isn't there a sign on your door?"

"Brand? Are you talking about the intangible cultural heritage brand of this bronze ware?" Zhang Yang took a half step back and asked, pointing at the brand.

"Yes!" Huangmao nodded.

"But what you broke was a pottery figurine. What does it have to do with bronze ware?" Zhang Yang asked back.

"They are all fake!" "Haha! I am the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of bronze ware, not the inheritor of pottery figurines. You don't think I can make any fakes, do you? Then you think too highly of me."

Zhang Yang shrugged and smiled helplessly.

His eyes revealed pity for the fool.

His statement was also recognized by most people present.

"That makes sense. Intangible cultural heritage inheritors have to learn skills for decades. How can they be proficient in two skills at the same time?"

"I can understand what Boss Zhang did. Putting the new and the old together makes his creations look more impressive."

"150 million is a bit expensive, but it's understandable. What if someone spent 150 million to buy it?"

"I think we should go to court. It's hard to settle privately for this amount of money."

"..."

"What a big brother said just now is right. If it doesn't work, we should go to court. Little eunuch, you should also call your two masters, so that the people of Qingzhou can see how the rich second generation commits crimes in the street."

After hearing what Zhang Yang said, the police officer's expression changed.

He turned around and urged Huangmao in a low voice:

"Why don't you ask quickly?"

"Ask? Ask them how much they are willing to pay?" Huangmao answered with a sad face.

He didn't even dare to call.

In fact, he was just a little follower. Just when two rich second-generations wanted to destroy something, he suggested to them that they smash "Lao Deng's" shop.

Just feel good, they are all fakes anyway, just pay a few tens of thousands of dollars, and with the help of others, it is easy to settle the matter.

After smashing the thing, I found that there was a sign hanging on the other side’s door.

They understand a little bit about the value of intangible cultural heritage brands and know that without some strong connections, they will not be able to apply for it.

So the two big brothers who thought they were important ran away, leaving a yellow-haired guy to take the blame.

Now, if I don’t pay compensation, it will be difficult to end this.

But even if he had to pay for it, he had no money.

I was embarrassed for a moment.

"What are you standing there for? Make a phone call!"

"I'll tell you when the call is connected, okay?"

Under the urging of the police, Huangmao reluctantly dialed the phone number of one of the rich second-generations.

After the police took it, they quickly communicated the situation.

There is no need to avoid suspicion at this time. Just handle things well, which is better than anything else.

After a brief communication, he returned the phone to Huangmao.

Then everyone saw that Huang Mao nodded and bowed for a few words, then suddenly walked forward and knelt down in front of Zhang Yang:

"Boss Zhang, I really can't come up with 200 million!"

"We only broke the glass of the cabinet, the wood is still good, you can't pay for the whole thing, right?"

"That terracotta figurine, whether it's real or fake, can't be worth 150 million. Can you lower the price a bit?"

"Then I...lower the point?"

Zhang Yang looked around, as if seeking everyone's opinions.

Many people nodded to him, thinking that what Huangmao said made sense.

"Then let's make it 201 million!"

"Hmm?" Huangmao was about to say thank you, but he was stuck.

"Didn't you say the price would be reduced?"

"Then lower it further? How about 202 million?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

The yellow-haired man stood up suddenly. Fortunately, Zhang Yang was far enough away from him, otherwise he would have been frightened.

"Mr. Zhang, are you kidding me?"

"Our brother Mao said that if you agree to the 50 yuan, we will give it to you. If you don't agree, we will take legal action, right? I will kill you if I drag it out."

"Okay, then 50."

Zhang Yang nodded and replied.

The corners of his mouth were already a little hard to suppress.

It is still easy to cheat the rich second generation out of their money, or maybe the face of the rich is really valuable, they can give 50 for a broken pottery figurine.

If a lawsuit is really filed, even if the terracotta figurines are determined to be authentic, the compensation will probably only be a few tens of thousands of dollars.

Zhang Yang deliberately raised the price in order to force the other party to reach its bottom line.

I didn't expect it to be so high, it's really a surprise.

Huangmao didn't expect that Zhang Yang agreed so readily.

He wanted to bargain further.

But this time, no one was on his side.

After hesitating for a long time, Huangmao had to contact the rich second generation behind him and reluctantly transferred the money to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at the other party's painful expression and guessed that the 50 yuan should not all be paid by the rich second generation, and the yellow-haired guy may have paid a lot.

Otherwise it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable.

"Alright." Zhang Yang clapped his hands: "Thank you all for watching."

"The financial dispute between me and this yellow-haired gentleman ends here."

"As for the crime of intentional destruction of property, involving such a huge amount of 50 yuan, I believe the law will definitely punish him."

"Good!" someone in the crowd cheered.

Huangmao was originally lowering his head, calculating how much loan he would have to repay every month.

Just now, in order to raise 50 yuan, he has borrowed all he could.

From now on, I will have to pay back at least 1 yuan every month.

Suddenly he heard someone cheering and looked up in confusion.

He happened to see the policeman and showed him a helpless expression:

"Come on, you are suspected of intentional destruction of property. Come back to the police station with us for investigation..."

After the police left, Zhang Yang simply closed the store door.

A few days later, after visiting Lao Hu, he brought a huge sum of 500,000 yuan to slowly repair the house.

Seeing this, the onlookers slowly dispersed.

At this time, Zhang Yang noticed that there was a tall and thin girl leaning on the railing by the river and looking at him.

Hu Yuanyuan?
Zhang Yang smiled contemptuously. How dare this guy stand here?

He pretended not to see the other person and prepared to go to the parking lot to get his car.

But Hu Yuanyuan was obviously coming for Zhang Yang, and she jogged all the way, blocking his path.

(End of this chapter)