Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 13 Hey! Robbery

Today, when silver has lost its currency status, the current price of silver in the Federation is so cheap that one ounce of silver is less than three pounds. And the small silver ball is not large and hollow, weighing only forty or fifty grams at most, less than two pounds.

ounces, he definitely made a profit even on the price of silver alone.

As a self-proclaimed professional dealer in antiques and art, the craftsmanship of the items was complex, and to Santos they didn't look like antiques. They were mostly modern silverwares, and the price he charged was also cheap, only ten pounds.

Afterwards, the profit nearly tripled.

Of course, if this guy knew the true value of the little silver ball, not only would he not be able to laugh, but he would probably cry now, right?

…

After leaving the Golden Tooth Santos stall, Xie Zihao wandered around for more than ten minutes, but he didn't encounter anything else that moved his heart, so he knew it should be the end of the day.

"It's getting late, but fortunately I have basically bought all the spices I need, and I have made quite a harvest. I only spent twenty-eight pounds on a silver smoked ball produced in the East, which is just right for serving.

Put incense pills.”

This thing looks relatively delicate, but in fact it is not heavy. In the modern era when silver has lost its currency status and the price of silver has plummeted, the price of silver alone is definitely not more than five federal gold pounds.

In addition, the stall owner actually didn’t know the true purpose of this thing. He boasted that it was an antique, but in fact it was sold as an ordinary silver art piece. However, Xie Zihao knew that he had made a small mistake, because with him

From a professional point of view, this thing was made at least seventy or eighty years ago. It should be a product from the late 19th century to the early 20th century. It can be regarded as an antique silver jewelry of some age.

Moreover, this thing was definitely something customized by wealthy families or the powerful class in that era in the East, because ordinary people couldn't use it.

"If it were placed in a knowledgeable Tang Dynasty antique shop, with its exquisite workmanship, it would probably fetch at least two hundred pounds, right?"

It had been hot for most of the day and he had to endure the smell of the crowd, but Xie Zihao, who had achieved his dream of picking up leaks, was in a good mood and was about to take a shortcut to a nearby subway station.

He had to go back quickly because he had to meet the new tenants who had moved in in the afternoon, which was related to his legal income.

The appointment was made at one o'clock. I had just been delayed at the flea market for a while, and now the time was close to eleven-thirty. Although there was still enough time, Chinatown was not far from Pasadena, and twenty minutes by car was enough.

Unexpectedly, before he walked out of the alley behind the street, his spiritual perception gave a warning. Xie Zihao subconsciously stopped, but it was already too late. He saw two figures suddenly emerging from the shadow direction of the wall at the entrance of the alley.

Come on, a man with a smooth southern accent called out:

"Hey, prettyface, stop!"

Don't think that the guy is complimenting him. This sentence is mostly used as a compliment when used on women, but when a pretty face is used on a man, it usually has some derogatory names in the Federation. It is probably the pretty boy from the East Kingdom.

.

After all, the mainstream aesthetic here advocates tough guys, which does not stop the public from pursuing those handsome young men with pretty faces in the entertainment industry.

Perhaps it was the experience at the flea market that made him relax a little. Xie Zihao was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other person was calling him.

Taking a closer look, the person speaking was a small man with dark skin, and beside him was a tall man of mixed race who was not particularly dark.

At this time, the little man said with a carefree voice like a mouthful of phlegm, pointing at him arrogantly:

"It's you who choked to death. Do you know what to do?"

Um?

Seeing this scene, Xie Zihao, who had the memory of living in the United States for twenty years, didn't know what happened to him?

"What the hell, I went out at night to fight against evil, and now it's backfired on me?"

"Damn it!"

Xie Zihao cursed in his heart and glanced at the bulging waist of the big gangster. He instantly gave up the thought he had been preparing for a second ago.

You can encounter this kind of thing in broad daylight, and you can imagine the danger of going out at night when bad guys are more rampant.

If it weren't for making money and having cheats, he wouldn't take the risk of becoming a street hero fighting crime, because it would be too dangerous. Swords and guns have no eyes, and bullets don't have eyes. If he is hit, even if he is

Some superpowers don’t work either!

With the proliferation of guns in the federal government, the chances of even low-level gangsters possessing guns are very high.

In fact, in his previous life, he had heard from seniors who had studied in the United States that they must be careful not to go to remote places or go out at night in the United States, because there are bad people in these places who like to target foreign tourists, especially Asians.

As an ethnic group, everyone knows that Asians are easier to bully.

The same can be applied to this world. The same goes for these two gangsters. They didn't even show their weapons, because in their impression, Asians would choose to lose money to avoid disaster in this situation, and the gangsters would also look down on others.

Cai Pian'er, the kind who don't look easy to mess with at first glance, will not be provoked. Usually they are Asian women, students or the elderly and other vulnerable groups.

Encountering this kind of thing, Xie Zihao's good mood just now was wiped out. While he secretly cried out that he was unlucky, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger with the same enemy in his heart.

Obviously, during the Ming Dynasty, China was still a kingdom of heaven. It had a natural arrogance towards Westerners, and had the impression that the black charcoal Kunlun slaves were like livestock.

Unfortunately, in the barbaric and backward post-Jin era, Middle-earth quickly sank into a humiliating semi-colonial and semi-feudal society. Before he traveled through time, it was the era when the Xia Kingdom was revitalizing, and he had experienced an era when Middle-earth was weak and suppressed.

So I am somewhat sensitive to this differential treatment.

Moreover, since his rebirth, he has come to Chinatown in this world not only once or twice, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

Because according to his understanding, this is the territory of the Tang Gang, and other gangs are not allowed to set foot in it. Those gangs are also maintaining local order, and outside thieves and cheaters should not dare to come here.

This is considered the outskirts of Chinatown, and there are rarely other gangs crossing the border.

After all, although the Tang people generally give people the impression of being honest and easy to bully in foreign countries, the gangs around them all know how powerful these Tang gangs are. The Tang people have always been ruthless when it comes to gang conflicts. Otherwise, in this federal melting pot,

Can't stand on my feet.

Perhaps the success of his previous trips to Chinatown gave Xie Zihao the illusion that he was safe here. In addition, he could see familiar faces with complex colors around him, which made him relax his cautious nerves that had been tight since he traveled through time.

If he were in other neighborhoods, he would never walk down the street so carelessly, or even go out at night.

"I should be unlucky today. It turned out that I walked too much at night and finally encountered a ghost!"

Feeling annoyed for a moment, he observed calmly that the two people in front of him should be ordinary street gangsters with no backstage. Such existences were operating outside Chinatown and would not attract the attention of local Chinese gangs. Even if they were discovered, they would not be affected.

I'll just beat him up and throw him out.

So when faced with the robbery by two gangsters, Xie Zihao naturally showed off his acting skills, and his expression changed from stunned to angry and then to a look of fear in the next moment.

He said with some panic:

"Hey guys, you know this is Chinatown, right?"

In Xie Zihao's opinion, these two gangsters either wandered here to meet him and had a sudden idea, or they were low-level gangsters who specialized in making a living in the cracks of such gangs.

But no matter which one, he is in trouble today. Although they are just two low-level gangsters, he has his own means to deal with them, but it is daytime, what if he is seen? So it is best to use the name of the Chinatown gang.

The head scares them away.

Unfortunately, the two gangsters were not deterred. Instead, they said angrily:

"Be honest, there are no people from the Tang Gang here. Take out everything on your body and turn your pockets out..."

See you tomorrow and keep reading!

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