Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 170 Shooting yourself in the foot
My goodness, this dealer who buys mountain products is actually a fugitive?

Shen Xing was shocked when he saw the wanted list of fugitive Duan De on his phone.

The fugitive is right next to me!
"What crime did he commit? How much is the cash reward?" Shen Xing asked anxiously, a little dry-mouthed.

"Fraud. The amount of money stolen was quite large. Over 800,000 yuan."

"The reward is 20,000 yuan." The young policewoman looked at her phone and explained to Shen Xing.

"This fat guy is so despicable, but he could actually defraud more than 800,000 yuan?" Shen Xing was a little speechless.

This fat guy doesn't look like a good person at all, yet some people actually believed him and lent him money, and then they were defrauded of more than 800,000 yuan?

"This guy is a dealer of mountain products, and he's quite good at deceiving people with his mouth." said the young policewoman.

"Twenty thousand yuan is a lot, I want to get this money!" Shen Xing narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

When the young policewoman saw him like this, she knew that he was obsessed with money again.

"Money-grubber!" the young policewoman cursed with a smile.

"Then shall I inform my colleagues?" The young policewoman gave Shen Xing a look.

The nearby police station is not far from here, and the young policewoman has colleagues there too. She just sent a WeChat message and they came.

It just so happened that this police station was the one that issued the reward notice.

Shen Xing nodded, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Catch the fugitive and get money!
Good things delivered to your door!

Shen Xing looked at the squinty-eyed fat man and liked him more and more. He was simply a walking 20,000 RMB bill.

The fat guy felt a little uneasy when Shen Xing looked at him like this.

He underestimated:

"What's wrong with this kid? Why is he looking at me like that?"

At this moment, the fat man glanced at the policewoman next to Shen Xing. Thinking of her work at the Municipal Public Security Bureau, his heart sank. "Did this policeman recognize me?"

The fat man felt a chill on his back and his scalp started to growl.

"Get out of my way!" the fat man shouted, pushing the crowd away and trying to leave Shen Xing's stall.

At the moment, he didn't care about the bezoar or any other bargains. He was very scared and his forehead was full of sweat. The look in the eyes of the young policewoman and the boss when they looked at him just now showed that they recognized him!

If the fat guy stays here any longer, it will be too late when the police arrive!
The fat guy is very clear about his crimes. If he is caught and put in jail, he will have to spend at least six or seven years. He doesn't want to go to jail, so he has to escape!
"Get out of the way, everyone!" the fat man was anxious and shouted loudly.

He looked like a mad dog, pushing the crowd wildly. The fat man's abnormal behavior aroused the vigilance of passers-by around him.

"What's wrong with this fat guy? He was just clamoring to fight Boss Shen, why is he trying to run away now?"

"Psycho, what are you doing to me? Get out of here!"

"He seems to be trying to escape from here. Do you know what happened?"

"..."

There were so many onlookers that they surrounded Shen Xing's stall like a bucket. It was very difficult for the fat man to get out.

No matter how he pushed and pulled people, there were new people to fill the vacancy.

"Hey, Fatty, why are you running?" a passerby asked.

"Keep on causing trouble for Boss Shen. Didn't you say his bezoar was fake? Tell us, why is this bezoar fake?"

"That's right. I'm also curious. This bezoar has a smooth surface and a pleasant fragrance. How can it be fake?"

"..."

Knowing that the fat man wanted to leave, the onlookers refused to let him go and tried to make things difficult for him.

The fat man was so anxious that he was furious, his lips were trembling, and he told him directly that if he didn't leave now, it would be too late!
"Get out of my way, all of you. If you don't, I'll kill you!"

The fat man rushed into the crowd like a madman, waving his fists and trying to hit people.

But he was too clumsy, and before he could hit anyone, he was kicked hard.

After being kicked, the fat man lost his balance and fell upside down.

"Ouch!" "Who the hell kicked me!"

"Which grandson kicked me?"

The fat man struggled to stand up and looked fiercely at the onlookers.

All the passers-by looked indifferent, and the fat man couldn't tell who kicked the ball.

"Fatty, stop yelling. Don't you know you want my bezoar? Name a price and I'll sell it to you." Shen Xing shouted at the fat man with a smile.

"You can name your price." The young policewoman also covered her mouth and giggled.

The two sang in unison, with smiles in their eyes.

Seeing them like this, the fat man was completely scared.

These two men were just filled with righteous indignation at him, pointing at his nose and cursing him, but now they said they wanted to sell the bezoar to him and let him name any price.

His attitude suddenly changed. Who would believe him if he said there were no ghosts?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
The friendlier they are, the more dangerous they are!
"It's over, it's over, these two guys must have called the police!" the fat man muttered.

He is a smart man, otherwise he would not have started his business by selling mountain products and bought a house and a car. He could naturally see that the stall owner and the female police officer were dragging him!
Why are you dragging him? Drag him until the police come!

"We can't delay any longer, absolutely not any longer!"

The fat man's forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body was tense, panicking and angry.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'm going out!"

The fat man rushed towards the onlookers again, but was kicked back again.

"Fatty, are you scared of a ghost? What are you afraid of?" a passerby laughed.

"What am I afraid of? How can I be afraid?" the fat man said stubbornly.

At this time, someone recognized the fat man's identity.

"I see, you are the old Duan who sells fake goods!"

"Duan De, it's you!"

This person's voice was full of joy and excitement.

"Lao Duan? Who is this?"

"Duan De, the guy who sells fake goods? He sounds familiar."

"I remember now, isn't he the fugitive wanted by the Public Security Bureau?"

Someone in the crowd screamed.

"Yes, it's the fugitive. I recognize this face. It's him, there's no doubt about it!"

"He actually went back to Fusong. He's really brave. Doesn't he know that the police have offered a reward for his arrest?"

The passers-by around pointed at the fat man, whispered, and looked at him with fiery eyes.

When Fatty heard this, he panicked even more. The Public Security Bureau offered a reward for him? And they even issued a bounty?
"It's over, it's over!"

Looking at the burning eyes of the passers-by around him, the fat man knew that he was finished.

People die for money and birds die for food. These passers-by must catch him for the reward!

The fat man slapped his thigh, very annoyed. He shouldn't have come to cause trouble for this place, shouldn't have made such a big fuss, and instead revealed his whereabouts.

For that bezoar, you harmed yourself!

The fat man regretted his decision so much that he collapsed on the ground, looking like he had lost all his parents.

Just then, passers-by heard the sound of sirens getting closer and closer.

Shen Xing looked at the fat man with a comfortable smile on his face, as if he was gloating.

"Fatty, you're shooting yourself in the foot."

(End of this chapter)