Apocalypse: Picking up Attributes and Becoming Stronger

"Hey, I said old man, you can't spit your blood."

"Those who come to this antique street to shop for treasures will inevitably see the wrong eye and find fakes. It's your fault. It's none of my business. You shouldn't say that I lost my bag. Aren't you tarnishing the reputation of my Yuanbao Pavilion? "

"I'm going to sue you for defamation and infringing on my right to reputation."

The owner of Yuanbao Pavilion is obviously an old fox.

Almost gave me a heart attack.

"Fart, I've been studying calligraphy and painting for more than ten years. Although I don't understand it very well, I can't even see that this is a fake. Your painting is completely different from the one I chose before. It's fake!"

"I'm not blind, I can't even see this!"

The old man was flushed with anger and coughed.

"Hey, old man, don't touch porcelain with me. Anyway, this painting was chosen by you. The authenticity is your own business, and the shop is not responsible for it."

The owner of Yuanbao Pavilion is still indifferent.

"No, let me watch the surveillance if you can!"

"I'm sorry, the monitor of our store was broken a few days ago, and it has not been repaired."

"Hey, the surveillance is broken at this time, how could it be so coincidental, it must be your intention, you profiteer!"

"..."

The old man was so angry that he covered his chest, gasping for breath, and his body trembled violently.

Long Chen's current medical strength has reached the level of a grandmaster, and at a glance, he can see that the old man is suffering from a heart attack.

If treatment is not done quickly, the old man will surely die.

Long Chen is not a hard-hearted person, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward and pressed the old man's chest a few times.

"Hey, what are you doing? You dare to interfere with this thing, and you are not afraid of being corrupted? Let me tell you, if something happens, it is none of my business!"

The owner of Yuanbao Pavilion saw that Long Chen was in a mess on the old man, and hurriedly cleared the relationship.

Long Chen turned his head, his icy eyes swept over the boss.

When did the boss see such a look, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Hmph, if I'm not here, a life will be lost, and you are the murderer."

Long Chen said coldly, and stroked the old man's chest a few times, and the flushing on the latter's face subsided a lot.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost, it's none of my business even if the old man is dead, I haven't met him."

The owner of Yuanbao Pavilion said weakly, but did not dare to look at Long Chen.

He had never seen such a terrible look in his eyes.

"Thank you, boy."

The old man recovered, knowing that Long Chen had saved him, and thanked him.

Long Chen smiled slightly and said.

"It doesn't matter, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level pagoda. This is what I should do, but you are in poor health now. If you get angry again, it will not be so easy to save."

"I can't help but get angry. The ancient paintings that I bought for one million before were sold as fakes by this profiteer."

The old man said angrily.

Listening to this, Long Chen couldn't help thinking to himself, this old man is really willing to buy a painting for one million.

It seems that he is also a master who is not short of money, and the reason why he is angry is still not reconciled.

He could also see that the old man had a bad temper.

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Long Chen patted the old man on the shoulder and said softly.

The old man looked at Long Chen with some doubts, not knowing how he planned to help him.

But Long Chen had just saved him, and he was too embarrassed to reject Long Chen's kindness.

I saw Long Chen stand up and look at the owner of the Yuanbao Pavilion.

(To be continued)