Chapter 12 Antique Pawnshop (8)
Friday, the Central Square was bustling as never before, because common people who rarely come here usually flocked here.
Many nobles frowned as they looked at this group of shabby-dressed people, muttering in their hearts, "Aren't they usually very self-aware? Why are they coming to our noble territory now?" It was not
until the people around him explained to him that Chen Xichao of the Security Foundation and he had a dispute over the deposit of a house, which also involved the identity of a noble from outside the area.
The people who were originally frowning suddenly turned curious.
No one can resist gossip, especially when it is related to their own class. Perhaps the common people would not even look at the nobles, but when it comes to the topic of "nobles from other places", which makes them want to find out the truth, no one can resist it.
Seeing the crowds gathering, Brother Chen's hands were shaking as he pushed Zhou Ye's wheelchair. He really didn't expect this matter to become such a big fuss. He even began to think in his mind, if it was true or not, how would he push Zhou Ye to escape.
"It's been so long and he hasn't come yet. I don't think he dares." Chen Xichao stood at the door of the Antiques Pawnshop with a mocking look on his face. Now even the five-member team in charge of the investigation was nearby, waiting to see the joke of the white-haired man.
Hearing this, Brother Chen froze while pushing the wheelchair, but Zhou Ye turned back to comfort him: "It's okay, Siming told me that he had something to do in the afternoon, and he should come over after he finishes it."
Brother Chen was even more panicked after hearing this: Isn't this a standard perfunctory statement to run away?
In fact, Zhou Ye was just about to let Siming go, but after hearing what Chen Xichao said, he decided to let Siming, who had been in the pure white space, wait for a while.
Until a small group of people from the Security Foundation appeared in sight.
"Why don't we go in first?" Zhou Ye forced a smile that seemed quite forced to everyone.
"Okay." Chen Xichao didn't care at all because he felt he had already won the game. After rushing into the pawnshop first, he took out the identification card with his name printed on it from his sleeve and put it next to the counter.
"Come and take a closer look, don't accuse me of lying. Zhou Ye, you take a look too."
So Zhou Ye pushed his wheelchair towards the counter, picked up the ID card, checked it carefully and repeatedly, and said with a sigh as if he was helpless to the extreme: "Yes, this is his ID card."
Chen Xichao picked up the card and said to the waiter who now had an extremely bright and sunny smile on his face: "Wrap up the ore on the left and swipe this card."
Everyone looked eagerly, but the waiter did not put the card into the card machine as the nobles present wished. Instead, he put the thing directly next to the counter and shouted to the outside in surprise: "Boss, you are here?!"
In an instant, all the attention that was originally focused on the waiter turned to the outside.
Siming was dressed plainly today, wearing only a simple white robe with silver patterns, which matched his white hair very well. He looked cold and arrogant from head to toe, except for the two brown exotic rabbits in his left hand, which broke the depressing aura.
"He is the shopkeeper? Impossible... Are you acting?!" Chen Xichao looked at the scene in front of him with eyes wide open. He ran directly behind the counter and grabbed the collar of the waiter, shaking him madly, and even had the tendency to use violence.
"Tell me! Did he bribe you in advance?! I will double the amount he offers!"
"Customer...he really is..." The waiter was shaken by him so hard that he was out of breath and almost coughed, but he still struggled and kept shouting, "Boss! Boss, save me!"
"Be quiet." Siming ignored everyone around him and walked quickly towards Zhou Ye. He stuffed the rabbit in his hand into the small bag behind the wheelchair, and then whispered in the ear of the original body, "Are you happy now?"
Number Five, who was hiding in the crowd, felt very scared when he read this lip reading. If Siming's appearance just now made him feel extremely reversed, now he was filled with endless fear.
They... No, the key is Zhou Ye, who has always been ignored, regarded as a passive and weak person by everyone.
He looked at the black-haired young man who was still sitting in the wheelchair. He saw that person smiled shyly and said, "Don't worry about me."
"Ahem..." He covered the lower half of his face with his slender and thin fingers. Almost everyone thought that he finally saw support and his body could not hold on any longer, but No. 5 clearly caught the obvious swirls between his fingers.
He was not uncomfortable, he was smiling.
Looking around, No. 5 found that almost everyone showed sympathy, pity, and concern to Zhou Ye. No one noticed his abnormality. He wanted to tell No. 3 beside him, but after the two looked at each other, he only received one meaning, run.
When No. 3 first appeared, she realized why she looked familiar. That day, she was in the crowd and saw the pawnshop owner wearing a mask...
Before the two of them could run away, they heard a roar from the crowd.
"Chen Xichao! How long are you going to be childish? Apologize to me quickly!"
"I am a top noble from Yuntian. I can't take a nobody like you seriously!"
Hearing this voice, Chen Xichao suddenly loosened his hands and looked in the other direction. His father, now the chairman of the Xiangshan Security Foundation, was standing there, followed by a bunch of his uncles.
He, who was still holding on to his strength, collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
"What do you look like now? Do you still want to be the vice president? Get up quickly." Chen Huaizhi looked helplessly at his son who couldn't even get off the stairs, and asked in a hoarse voice. Finally, he walked to his side and wanted to pull him up.
Chen Xizhao looked at his father with lifeless eyes, then looked at the people beside him, and then looked at Siming who was standing beside him indifferently.
Finally, his sight was focused on Zhou Ye, who was still sitting in the wheelchair and looking at him with a sympathetic look. After a moment, he crawled over on his knees like a madman and grabbed Zhou Ye's legs that had no perception at all. His strength was so great that even Siming's carefully tied shoelaces came loose.
Noticing his movements, No. 5 couldn't bear to watch any longer, thinking that the person he was setting up had fallen into a deeper trap, and had to wag his tail and beg for mercy from the person who set up all this.
"Please help me talk to him...let me go." Chen Xichao knew what would happen if he offended this top noble family with rare resources. He and his father would never be able to turn things around.
They were already unwelcome in the noble circle. If they were now disliked by the Security Foundation, they would be reduced to being rats crossing the street. All the glory, wealth and dignity they have now would disappear like the wind. When
he was crying, he didn't notice that Zhou Ye was holding his hand tightly.
Then he seemed to be held by an invisible force and lifted directly into the air. Then Siming rushed out and knocked him to the ground with one punch. Chen Xichao flew dozens of meters away. The crowd could not avoid him and several of them were knocked down.
They were all the people who Zhou Ye noticed and secretly mocked him just now.
Brother Chen looked at the sudden scene in front of him, and before he could even smile, he looked at Zhou Ye worriedly: "Did you get scared?"
After seeing Zhou Ye shake his head slightly, he still said: "This guy is so rude. There are so many old and weak people here, and he is so cruel. Can't he wait until we leave?!"
Zhou Ye was almost amused by his weird tone, and quickly reached out to grab him, signaling him not to say anything more. If he continued, Chen Huaizhi and others would probably be so angry that they would beat him.
On the other side, Si Ming, who was walking towards Chen Xichao as if reminded by these words, suddenly stopped and turned around to ask Zhou Ye: "Are you okay?"
At this time, Chen Xichao's whole face was distorted by the beating, and his teeth were broken. He turned sideways as if he had grabbed the last straw, and kowtowed frantically to Zhou Ye. His mouth was leaking air, so no one could even hear what he meant by his words of begging for mercy.
The scene that no one wanted to see the most really happened. Zhou Ye, who was always soft-hearted, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Why not let him go, he didn't do anything excessive."
The people around him, whether nobles or commoners, couldn't help but look at the kindness of the black-haired young man. Chen Xichao kowtowed even louder, but a sense of pride arose in his heart. He knew...
Just when everyone thought that Chen Xichao would be let go and left, Siming said coldly: "If you feel sorry, go home first."
Then he waved his hand gently, and a portal appeared out of thin air.
"It's my fault. I was just thinking about bringing you some delicious rabbit meat, so I was delayed for a while. You don't have to be angry with me in this way."
"I'm not..." Zhou Ye's face flushed slightly when he was told this. It was the shyness of being suspected. "No... because I'm angry..."
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Siming: "This is the teleportation back to the hotel. You should go to the guest room and have a rest."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Zhou Ye, who was softer in nature, lowered his head, silently pushed the wheelchair, and left through the teleportation door.
As he left, the light in Chen Xichao's eyes went out, but the eyes of the civilians around him lit up.
They rushed up when Siming pinched Chen Xichao and threw him down, but later even many nobles joined in.
Qian Han was one of them. He kicked the man who was already unrecognizable under his feet with his feet. The resentment in his heart was swept away, and he felt that the haze of the past few days had disappeared.
Chen Xichao, who was beaten by them, could only protect his head as much as he could. He could not control other parts of his body. He was swollen all over, and he felt that he had seen the nobles of Yuntian rejecting them unanimously in a dozen days.
The contempt and beating that made him painful had become numb after dozens of minutes. He felt only despair in his heart.
But at this moment, the crowd gradually separated, and the sound of the wheelchair folding gradually became louder in his ears. The people who were originally densely surrounding him and punching and kicking him retreated, and he looked up.
It was Zhou Ye. He ignored Siming's request and came back here.
"Please stop."
"Although he was wrong, he shouldn't have to endure so much pain." Almost everyone who heard his words thought he was some kind of saint. Could such an extremely kind person really exist?
Not to mention Chen Xichao, who had just experienced despair.
He looked up and felt that Zhou Ye, who was shining with light, was like an angel. He ignored the injuries on his body and struggled, got up and kowtowed to Zhou Ye again. This time he was sincere.
"If you need me in the future, just call me." After
saying this, he ignored the surprised looks from the people around him. Perhaps he was a little worried about hearing Zhou Ye's rejection, so he walked towards his home step by step.
The crowded square was silent.
Siming, whose every move attracted everyone's attention, walked to Zhou Ye's side. In the incredible eyes of the crowd, he knelt on one knee, his silver hair fell on Zhou Ye's knees, and helped him tie up the shoelaces that had just been loosened.
The shock value that had been stagnant once again challenged the speed of the announcement of the plastic flower like a tsunami.
Zhou Ye reached out his hand and lifted Siming's head, who had been looking down and concentrating, and the two looked at each other.
"No! Add 5, 15, 20 to the surprise value! Stop right there, you guys! Add 100 to the surprise value! Add ..." The voice of the plastic flower was noisy, but this time Zhou Ye really didn't mean to do it. Zhou
Ye hooked the silver hair that fell in front of Siming's eyes and put it behind his ear.
They are afraid of me who is bullying just by seeing your hair color. This is the most tragic reality for me. Compared with this, I am ridiculed and despised, which is the most insignificant pale shadow.