Hei the third gnashed his teeth.
Just now, to prevent Ye Chen and Li Rongrong from backing out, he called over the surrounding neighbors.
But unexpectedly, he lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.
Ye Chen actually found the most expensive treasure in his shop.
If he doesn't give it, his reputation is gone.
If he gives it, it's like giving away his heart and soul.
"Little brother, can we have a discussion? Give Third Master some face?"
Ye Chen sneered coldly, "Face? Do I know you well? Why should I give you face?"
A vicious glint flickered in Hei the third's eyes.
He was thinking about how he could renege on his debt to Ye Chen, after all, he couldn't let this Zisha teapot go no matter what.
"Kid, you'd better think it through. On this street, who dares not to give me, Hei the third, face?"
Ye Chen smiled faintly, "Sorry, but I just don't feel like it. If you want to do it, hand over the Zisha teapot honestly; if not, hand it over and get out of Taobao Street."
