A quarrel is a quarrel.
That is to compare the knowledge reserves of both parties.
Take a fake antique and ask the other party to reveal the flaws.
If you can't tell, it means you won the fight and the other party lost.
The two sides set a price for the fight, and whoever loses must fulfill it, otherwise they will never be able to eat antiques from now on.
"A quarrel with me? Are you worthy?" The stall owner said to Chu Yang with a disdainful expression: "I, He Kun, have been in this business for more than thirty years, and I have never lost in any quarrel!"
"And those who lost to me were all veterans in the industry. I killed them all. Who gave you the courage to fight with me?"
Facing the stall owner He Kun's confident speech, Chu Yang just smiled faintly: "Those old fried dough sticks were defeated by you, so tonight you, the old fried dough stick, will be killed by me. This is reasonable."
The stall owner He Kun raised his eyebrows and said with a gloomy expression: "Someone really comes to me to humiliate themselves, okay, then I will play with you!"
What He Kun thought was that he should give this kid some color, otherwise the old man from the capital next to him would laugh at him.
Besides, if he doesn't show his strength, the old man will not only doubt his appreciation, but also suspect his guilty conscience.
Later, the stall owner He Kun added another sentence and said: "Since it is a game of fighting, how can it be done without being a little ruthless? You think so."
Chu Yang said nonchalantly: "Whatever, you can do whatever you want."
Stall owner He Kun was secretly proud.
"Haha, this kid is really a lame kid. He doesn't know the cruelty of a fight. Throughout the ages, the loser in a fight has suffered a miserable end. It ranges from being withdrawn from the antique industry to being physically mutilated, or even dying of hatred. end."
"You kid, you dare to come to your uncle's place to cause trouble. If I don't let you suffer a lot, your uncle will take your surname!"
He Kun gritted his teeth and made up his mind to give Chu Yang some color.
He Kun looked at Chu Yang and said to Chu Yang: "If you want to play, play hard. You also agreed. Let's do this. The loser will not only have to take the opponent's last name, but also keep his hands!"
Sure enough, He Kun is not a kind person.
He actually wanted to gamble with Chu Yang!
Even the old man felt that this bet was a bit too serious.
So, the old man said to the stall owner He Kun: "Why bet so hard? If a person loses his hands, he will be useless."
The stall owner He Kun smiled and said to the old man from the capital: "Boss, you don't know that our antique business is like this. It's not easy to play with each other, but as long as you come with each other, you will definitely not be good. This is a rule, and I hope the boss can understand it.”
The old man from the capital frowned when he heard this. He thought to himself, this rule is too harsh.
However, there are precedents for this in the antique industry, but there are very few such examples. Unless the two parties are feuding, they will not play this way.
The old man in the capital saw that he couldn't be persuaded, so he stopped trying. After all, he and Chu Yang didn't know each other.
And he thought that the young man would not agree if the stall owner was so ruthless.
However, what surprised the old man was that Chu Yang agreed without hesitation without even thinking about it.
"No problem, let's do it this way, but if you lose and cheat, don't blame me for taking action myself." Chu Yang's tone was very calm, as if the stall owner He Kun didn't feel threatened.
However, Chu Yang was really not joking. It was just that he no longer needed harsh words to intimidate people like He Kun. If the other party really dared to cheat, Chu Yang would really chop off the other party's hands.
