"Brothers, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Ma Baorong walked up to the bald man at the head of the group and asked with a big smile.
"You're the boss?"
"Yes."
"Okay, let me explain. We brought an old heater from home, and we agreed on a trade-in program, so why won't your staff replace it for me?"
The bald man waved his hand behind him, and another man threw the old heater he was holding onto the ground with a loud bang, immediately attracting the attention of many people around.
"Is that so? Sir, your old heater is an 8-liter direct-vent type, which should be eligible for a depreciation of 300 yuan. Didn't the salesperson tell you that?"
Ma Baorong politely explained that judging from the way these people were acting, there was a high possibility they were looking for trouble, and they were in big trouble today.
"What kind of depreciation is this? 300 yuan? I bought this water heater for 1200 yuan, and you're not going to pay the original price?"
The bald, burly man launched into a tirade of curses.
"No... sir, how can the old water heater be traded in at the original price? Our brochure clearly states: water heaters of 8 liters or more will be traded in at a rate of 300 yuan, which can be used to offset the cost of a new water heater..."
Ma Baorong got anxious, his chubby round face turning bright red.
Damn, you guys are clearly not trying to be reasonable.
"I don't care. I'm offering a 1200 discount, and I'll buy your 1500 10-liter water heater. In short, are you going to replace it or not?"
The bald, burly man slammed his hand on the service counter and shouted:
"I won't trade. Today I'll bring my men and smash up this lousy shop!"
"Sir, this is unreasonable of you..."
Ma Baorong said in a low voice, "What kind of evil people are these? In the middle of winter, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat."
"Damn it, smash this store!"
Without saying a word, the fierce-looking bald man waved his hand, and more than a dozen men behind him each pulled out a thick baseball bat from their thick military overcoats.
With a "whoosh!" sound.
A dozen or so burly men scattered, swinging baseball bats and smashing them at the merchandise displays and shelves...
This group came prepared; their complaints about the trade-in program were clearly just a pretext to cause trouble.
"Run! There's a fight!"
What happened?
"Someone's causing trouble."
"Who is so fierce?"
"It seems to be one of the crippled men from the E'xing Lianhan gang..."
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