Chapter 58: The Plot Thickens (3) Seeking Collection

  "How dare you hit me?"

  Zhou Bing, who was caught off guard, was stunned by the heavy slap and didn't react for over ten seconds. He felt a burning pain on his face and his eyes were filled with incredulity.

  To be honest, "Yu Shi Zhai" has a bad reputation in the industry. The reason is that Nie Tianbao is ruthless and unscrupulous, and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

  At that time, when doing the fertilizer business, Nie Tianbao spent money to buy off the local purchasing and sales companies on one hand, and used thugs to intimidate those who went out of town to buy fertilizers on the other hand, thus quickly accumulating a huge fortune.

  The original facade of "Yu Shi Zhai" did not belong to the Nie family, but rather was taken over by Nie Tianbao after he brought more than 20 miners from Xinjiang Mine and had them smash up the place every now and then, forcing the original owner to transfer ownership to him.

  Although this matter has not been seen by the authorities, as long as it is open for business on Antique Street, no one knows that those people will generally let Yu Shi Zhai have three points, and when there are disputes, they will usually hold their breath.

  Zhou Bing, although just a small shop assistant, relied on the "reputation" of Yu Shi Zhai and was used to swaggering around Antique Street every day. Who would have thought he'd get beaten up like this today?

  "Damn it, I'm beating you up and you're still spouting nonsense?"

  What made Zhou Bing even more unexpected was that as soon as he finished speaking, his left cheek hurt again, and the other party swung his arm and gave himself another slap in the face.

  "You're going down, old man!"

  This time Zhou Bing reacted extremely quickly, his face turned bright red with shame and anger, he let out a loud "huff" and rushed forward to fight with the other person.

  China is not short of people who like to watch the excitement, especially on this antique street crowded with tourists. As soon as the two men started fighting, a crowd of people surrounded them, blocking the entrance of "Yu Shi Zhai" and making it impossible to get in or out.

  "What's going on here? Fighting in front of the store?"

  Nie Tianbao's face was as gloomy as water on the stairs, if Zhou Bing wasn't his distant eighth great aunt's younger brother, Nie Tianbao would have fired this idle and gluttonous kid long ago.

  Nie Tianbao is not averse to violence, he himself has used unorthodox methods to solve problems, but fighting in front of his own shop's door, what kind of low IQ is this?

  "Hit it, hit your face! Stop tearing clothes all the time!"

  "Cough, kick him down three streets, and he fell with just one kick!"

  "Eyes, poke eyes, let him not see first!"

  Not to mention Nie Tianbao's anger on the other side, the onlookers were all fearless and enjoyed watching the excitement, with some even offering advice and cheering them on, wishing they would fight to the death.

  However, the two main characters in the scene didn't seem like they would fight, each tearing at the other's clothes, without a free hand to slap each other's face. They went back and forth, making quite a commotion, but neither of them was seriously hurt.

  It was the young man who had struck first, wearing a satin garment that seemed to be unable to withstand pulling and tugging. With a "ripping" sound, the fabric from his chest to his pocket was torn apart by Zhou Bing in one swift motion.

  A palm-sized piece of yellow silk cloth, folded into a square shape, fell to the ground from the young man's pocket as his clothes tore.

  He desperately pulled Zhou Bing's arm, but unexpectedly the other person's clothes were so fragile that he couldn't control his strength and retreated two steps back, landing on his butt.

  "You son of a turtle, dare to tear Old Master's clothes?"

  Seeing his clothes torn, the young man suddenly burst into a loud curse and rushed forward to prepare for kicking Zhou Bing.

  However, when he found that the pockets of his clothes were also torn apart, the young man suddenly changed his face and didn't even bother to kick Zhou Bing. He turned around and grabbed the silk fabric that had fallen to the ground tightly in his hand.

  "Damn it! If anything happens to Master's belongings, I'll have your head!"

  The young man who picked up the thing glared fiercely and kicked Zhou Bing's chest with a loud kick. Just as he was about to take advantage of his victory, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Enough, is that all?"

  "What kind of onion are you? I've never hit anyone enough!" Just as the young man was about to kick again, he felt a numbness in his left hand, only to find that someone had grabbed his wrist and pulled him back several steps.

  "Little kid, you've been robbed! What are you doing hitting my store's apprentice?"

  It was Nie Tianbao who stopped the young man, he had been furious for a while now, if it wasn't for his current status as someone with a certain identity, Nie Tianbao would have probably rolled up his sleeves and fought the young man.

  "Your store's apprentice has a foul mouth, he deserves a beating!"

  The young man who was pulled back by Nie Tianbao still didn't let up, cursing and swearing: "My bag was stolen, this son of a bitch just watched the excitement without saying anything, and actually dared to tear my clothes. I'm telling you, if my stuff gets broken, I'll get someone to smash this crappy store!"

  "Wow, your tone isn't small?"

  Nie Tianbao was amused by this young man, but after carefully sizing him up, he thought to himself "gulp", and the harsh words that had been on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

  This young man, who looked to be around twenty years old, had a very dignified appearance, but the corners of his eyebrows were raised, making him look somewhat frivolous and arrogant.

  However, the young man's attire was very particular, and this set of silk clothes made from satin fabric would cost at least a thousand or eight hundred yuan. Moreover, on his wrist, he wore a string of dark-colored wooden beads that looked like they were made from ebony.

  Nie Tianbao is a master of both black and white magic in Shicheng, his eyesight is also not something that ordinary people can compare with.

  The young man in front of him was not very old, but this demeanor made Nie Tianbao feel suspicious, because he didn't need to offend people for such a small matter.

  "What's wrong, don't you believe me?" After hearing Nie Tianbao's words, the young man raised an eyebrow and said: "If not, let's try it out. If I can't make your shop close within three days, I'll give you my surname!"

  "Hey, what are you doing running over to our Red Flag Street to cause trouble?"

  "Nie boss, just try it out, are you still afraid of this little kid?"

  "This guy is talking too big, Old Nie, why did he hit a slap so red!"

  Nie Tianbao had not yet spoken, but the onlookers were no longer silent. One by one, they indignantly spoke out to condemn him, although their voices were loud, none of them stepped forward.

  "Everyone, it's just a small conflict, why make such a big fuss? Young man, come into the store and let Old Nie apologize to you!"

  Nie Tianbao's eyes rolled around, and he stretched out his hand to pull the young man towards the "Jade Stone Studio", turning back to say: "Everyone scatter, what's going on, do you still want old Nie to treat you to dinner?"

  He was able to accumulate a huge fortune from scratch, but Nie Tianbao never felt that his face was worth anything. He is absolutely the kind of person who can put up with humiliation and sacrifice his dignity.

  Those who were booing outside, Nie Tianbao was also very clear, just to see this young man being arrogant, seemingly with some background, wanting to stir up trouble between himself and this person.

  Understood this link, Nie Tianbao naturally did not dare to be deceived, who knows what background this young man has? What if it's a big deal, even if you can't find a place to cry at that time, Nie Tianbao is familiar with Xie Dazhi, and his affairs are a precursor.

  The excitement was over, the onlookers dispersed in an instant. The several antique shop owners who had been trying to stir up trouble cursed "old fox" and returned to their respective shops.

  "What's going on? You tricked me into coming here, what do you want to do?"

  The young man became somewhat timid after entering the store, but his mouth was not willing to concede, shouting: "If you dare to move a finger on me, I'll get someone to smash your store tomorrow!"

  "Hey, I'm telling you, little brother, it's just a misunderstanding, no need to shout and scream about it?"

  Seeing the fleeting fear on the young man's face, Nie Tianbao's mood relaxed a bit, and he smiled: "Young brother, you're not from Shishi City, are you? How did you end up here, and so careless, losing your wallet?"

  Nie Tianbao had already figured it out, this young man spoke with a fluent Beijing accent, which was also one of the main reasons he didn't dare to provoke him. There were too many officials in the capital, and who knows if there was someone behind this young man that Nie couldn't afford to offend.