In an antique shop, only the manager knows best which items are genuine and which are fakes because he is the one who handles them personally.

In the past, when foreigners came to pick things, although most of them were fakes, they could still find one or two genuine items. However, these three foreigners spent a long time picking and found that all they found were fakes, and only the plate they snatched was a genuine item.

"Isn't that a bit too much?" the translator advised.

When they came, the three foreigners only said they wanted to buy three items, but now they have twelve items. He was afraid that the foreigners would regret it and blame him later.

"Not much, not much at all!"

The three foreigners shook their heads vigorously, their eyes glued to the porcelain, and picked out a few more plates and bowls.

"So beautiful, we want all of these, pack them all up!"

The three foreigners finally picked out sixteen pieces of porcelain, plus the porcelain plates they stole from Manzai, a total of seventeen pieces.

The manager asked someone to pack the things. The three foreigners picked up the only genuine item and said disdainfully, "This one isn't that good looking. We don't want it."

Compared with the other sixteen pieces of gorgeousness and exquisiteness, this one was indeed a bit plain, and the three foreigners looked down on it.

The manager took the porcelain plate without changing his expression, his smile harder than AK.

I made a lot of money on this order!

"The total is three thousand two hundred and thirty-four dollars."

The manager calculated the price and considerately converted it into US dollars.

The three foreigners paid the money very quickly. The sixteen pieces of porcelain had been packed. Since they were all small items, they were placed in three cardboard boxes. The staff also stuffed some cotton yarn into them to reduce shock.

"As long as it's not a violent collision, there won't be a problem." said the manager with a smile.

The three foreigners each held a box and did not let the translator carry it because they felt that the translator was too thin and definitely not strong enough, and they were worried that he might break their precious porcelain.

Little Potato yawned loudly and looked sleepy, but he forced himself to stay awake. He pointed outside with his fat paw, indicating that he wanted to go out.

Manzai shared his thoughts and quickly understood what was going on. He followed the three foreigners and left the antique shop.

The door of the antique shop was about ten steps away from the road. Three foreigners were walking in front and the translator was behind. They walked very carefully with the boxes in their arms. But just as they were going down the stairs, the foreigner walking behind suddenly tripped over his right foot with his left foot, and then fell forward magnificently, knocking down his companion in front of him, who then knocked down the person in front of him.

The three foreigners rolled forward one after another like dominoes, the cardboard boxes in their hands fell and they also rolled down the stairs.

“Pah…Pah…Pah…Pah…”

The crisp sound of porcelain cracking was particularly pleasant to the ears. One after another, each one pierced the three foreigners' hearts, causing them so much pain that they could not breathe.

"No, God, please don't..."

The three foreigners shouted as they rolled down the stairs, landing faster than the three cardboard boxes. Shortly after that, the three cardboard boxes also rolled down, with a continuous sound of clattering.

The staff's packing skills are very good. Even after rolling like this, the three cartons are still solid and have not fallen apart.

Everyone in the store was stunned, except the manager, who suppressed his smile and asked people to help.

It would be great if these fakes were smashed to pieces, because there would be no evidence at all and I made a net profit of over three thousand dollars.

The three foreigners ignored their injuries and asked the manager to open the boxes to see what had happened to their precious porcelain.

The boxes were opened, and with a loud crash, the broken porcelain scattered all over the floor, breaking into pieces. The same thing happened to all three boxes, and none of the sixteen pieces of porcelain were spared.

"God!"

The three foreigners felt dizzy before their eyes, unable to accept the fact before them.

Fifteen or sixteen hundred U.S. dollars was not a small sum of money for them, but after they fell, it broke into pieces and became worthless.

"Gentlemen, we have a lot of fine porcelain in our store. If you are afraid of dropping it, you can also buy calligraphy and paintings. This one won't break!"

The manager took every opportunity to promote calligraphy and paintings, which were more expensive, and the store had just received a batch of high-quality imitations, which foreigners would definitely not be able to tell the difference.

The three foreigners felt as if they had lost their parents. They regretted their decision so much that they wondered why they had been so impulsive as to spend all their money to buy these fragile porcelains.

They were clearly only planning to buy three pieces, so how did it become sixteen?

Before the three foreigners could say anything, the translator, who was relying on the power of others, started to attack and accused them, "Your packaging is not up to standard. You must compensate Mr. Bruce and his men for their losses."

"Porcelain is fragile. I have reminded you that it cannot be violently impacted. Otherwise, our store will not be responsible. Of course, I also sympathize with Mr. Bruce and his experience. How about this? If they buy calligraphy and paintings, we can give them a more favorable discount. How about that?"

The manager spoke politely but refused to back down even a bit.

"Then compensate us with three pieces of calligraphy and paintings. Mr. Bruce and his friends are VIPs. They are here to help us advance technology. We cannot let them down!" The translator still spoke in a condescending tone.

"I can't compensate you. The product has already left the store. It has nothing to do with our store."

The manager was polite on the surface, but in his heart he was cursing, "You traitor dog, I hate you!"

No matter how the translator put pressure on the manager, he remained unmoved. In the end, the three foreigners and the translator had to leave in disappointment. The little potato cub lying on Manzi's back could hardly open his eyes.

But the little guy was still holding on. When the translator went down the stairs, Mamajiang suddenly rushed over like lightning. The translator was shocked. He was most afraid of dogs. In panic, he missed a step and rolled down.

Mamajiang ran away and the dog disappeared.

"Ouch... my waist..."

The translator fell pretty badly. He couldn't even get up and lay on the ground groaning.

The manager couldn't hold back his smile, he helped the translator up, and asked hypocritically, "Are you okay?"

"There must be something wrong with your stairs. It's like seeing a ghost..."

The translator cursed angrily and even blamed the steps.

"Comrade, feudal superstition is not acceptable!" the manager said in a serious tone.

"It was my own carelessness. It had nothing to do with the stairs. Blame me!"

The translator suddenly came to his senses, his face turned pale with fright, and he quickly tried to make amends for himself. Not daring to find fault again, he limped away with the three foreigners.

"Bah, you traitor dog!"

The manager spat harshly.

He asked the staff to clean up the broken porcelain pieces, and then went to report to his leader happily.

Manzai spent thirty yuan to buy the simple and elegant porcelain plate.

"Potatoes...potatoes?"

Manzai called a few times but got no response from the baby. The salesperson next to him smiled and reminded him, "He's asleep!"

The little guy was sleeping soundly on Manzai's back, like a little pig, so cute that people wanted to pinch him.

Manzai immediately slowed down his steps for fear of waking up the little one.

After walking out of the antique shop, Mamajiang came back and wagged her tail happily at Manzai.

"go home!"

Manzai touched Mamajiang's head a few times, and the two, one big and one small, and the dog, slowly walked back home.

When we got home, little Potato was still asleep.

At first, Guan Zhihua and Grandpa Lou didn't take it seriously, as it was normal for the kid to sleep a lot. But when it was lunchtime and the kid was still sleeping, the old couple realized something was wrong.

They decided to go to the hospital. As soon as they walked out of the door, they ran into Ruan Qiqi who came back to feed Nai.

[There is one more update, I will write it during the day, the little one is very good, good night]