The phone was turned on with hands-free, and the operator's voice came out directly.

I said the current situation in an orderly manner, "...they refused to leave..."

The two boys immediately shouted: "You are selling illegal things!"

The operator asked, "You said just now..."

“They think we are doing illegal transactions…”

"They sell drugs!" The two boys snatched the conversation again.

I was not upset, "That's it. Can you please send someone to check it out?"

"No! Those two guys are talking nonsense! They didn't sell drugs at all!" The clerk became nervous and started snatching the conversation.

Seeing this, the two of them were even more proud, as if they had found strong evidence, and were confident that this store was selling drugs.

"Your location is..." The operator asked calmly without being moved.

I don’t know the store’s door number, so I can only sign up for the road name and store name.

The clerk was already furious, "You guys came here to make trouble on purpose!"

"I think you were caught! You are just selling drugs!" The two boys became more and more arrogant, as if they were winning the lottery.

The operator repeated the address and told him that the police would come soon.

I hung up the phone and looked at the two boys, "Okay. The police will be rescued later."

The two boys looked at me and turned their heads and muttered to each other.

"...Isn't it black?

"Maybe plainclothes?"

"You are stupid! Do plainclothes call the police like this? I think they are reporters."

When they were muttering, the clerk was in a panic and wanted to call.

I don't care about the thin man.

The two boys were sharp-eyed. Seeing this, they stopped muttering to each other, shouted immediately, and rushed over to grab the clerk's cell phone.

"What are you doing!"

"You need to notify your accomplices!"

"They just talked about the inner room!"

Two boys, one stopped the clerk, the other looked at me, then flipped into the counter, trying to open the door behind the counter.

The three of them started a big quarrel, making it hard to hear what they were saying.

The thin man asked me in a low voice: "Is this OK?"

"Anyway, they have already alerted the enemy. They should have run away. Now I just want to verify it." I said calmly.

The tone is calm, but the clouds in my heart are getting thicker and thicker.

I really don't know what else I can do.

I can't find the Ghost King, the entrance and exit to the future world, and my abilities have not reached the expected level.

Perhaps, after confirming what I think, my ability can reach the level I expect.

There is nothing else to do.

There is nothing else except Ye Qing's plan and Liu Che's plan.

I felt a panic, and there was a deeper sense of powerlessness than in the past.

Ye Zhengyi's words echoed in his mind.

No choice.

I have no choice in this matter. This may not start with meeting Ye Qing, but was destined long ago.

The police arrived soon. The policeman should have arrived at the police station near the school. The police car parked at the door of the store, which was very conspicuous. There were students on the road. The battle in the store just now attracted some attention, but those onlookers gathered outside the store.

After the police arrived, they pulled away the three people fighting.

The door leading to the back of the store had been knocked open, and a dim and weird light shot out from the crack of the door.

"They sell drugs! It's inside!" the boy shouted.

"No! These two people are causing trouble! I want to close the store, but they refuse to leave!" the clerk said angrily, "I am just a camper here, and the store manager is not there."

"You ask the store manager to come over and take out the business license." The policeman said, stopping both parties who were still quarreling.

Another policeman looked at me and the thin man.

"We're here to buy things," I said first, "They refused to leave and suspected that we were going to conduct illegal transactions, so I called the police."

"You called the police?" the policeman became puzzled, "What are you going to buy?"

"Buy drugs!" The boy snatched the words again.

"Wait. I'll ask them." The policeman raised his hand.

"Buy a pen. It's considered antiques and something from abroad." I said in a general way.

"The drugs must be hidden!"

"Hey, let you wait. I'm asking him."

In the messy environment, there are also talk from outside the store.

The aggrieved voice of the clerk calling also came intermittently.

We waited for a while and the manager of this store came.

The store manager is a fat middle-aged man, wearing a down jacket, zippered to reveal the cashmere sweater and protruding belly. He was slightly bald and drove over in an electric car. After getting off the bus, he was still breathing.

"Hello, hello. I am the store manager here. Our store is operated formally, with licenses and purchase invoices."

"You are selling drugs!" The two boys screamed.

The fat store manager glanced around, shook hands with the police, ignored the two boys and looked at me and the thin man, "Are you here to buy things? What are you buying?"

"Baron George's pen." The skinny man replied.

"This must be a code!"

"Hey, you two classmates, stop arguing." The policeman stopped shouting.

"Oh. That." The fat store manager dragged his voice and asked the two policemen, "Two comrades, I'll go and get it... Otherwise, you can go and get it with me. The things are inside, and they are not put out. That one is more expensive, imported, and it has a year."

"This gentleman just said it was an antique," the policeman asked.

"In terms of the year, it should be. It's a history of four or five hundred years. But this one who came in through customs is not smuggling antiques. This is a formal transaction. The heirs sell their ancestors' things and are making money, so it's hard for others to say anything." The fat store manager said calmly, leading the police in.

The two boys also wanted to follow in and were stopped at the door.

The fat store manager said to the two: "There are surveillance monitors inside. And the things inside are very expensive. If you break them, you will have to compensate."

The two boys said disdainfully: "You're not acting anymore."

"The pen they want to buy," the fat store manager pointed at me and the thin man, "two thousand four hundred yuan. This is pretty cheap. There are tens of thousands of yuan expensive things."

"Stop scaring people!"

"I didn't scare you. There are customs declaration forms and transaction contracts. How much money we spent to buy things abroad and how much transportation costs we spent to deliver to China is clear. If you break it, we will definitely call the police and prosecute you. In addition, today's matter, you may be held criminally responsible."

"You keep making it up!"

The fat store manager shook his head and only told the clerk to look at the store in front, not say anything more, just lead the way in front.

The two boys looked at each other, and their harsh and cowardly arrogance disappeared. They just muttered quietly, turned their heads and looked at the items inside.
Chapter completed!