"What? Robbery?" The agent already suspected that he was drunk last night and still not awake, or that this lawyer's license was bought under the Jiuyan Bridge?
"That's right. My client had items worth over ten million yuan on him. The bodyguard's obvious attack just now constitutes robbery in my opinion."
"Worth...worth tens of millions?" The agent suddenly wondered if the world had gone mad. He'd just pushed someone at the airport, and now they were telling him they were carrying something worth tens of millions. That constituted robbery. What else could that be?
At this time, Wang Defa showed a table and explained, "Mr. Feng's suit is a custom-made Jingyun suit, designed specifically for him by world-class fashion designer Ms. Ruan Qiongyi. The cost is approximately 900,000 yuan, and this is the internal cost price."
"The watch on Mr. Feng's wrist is a special commemorative model produced by the Jiangdu Watch Factory in 1864 to commemorate the founding of the People's Republic of China. It's over a hundred years old now. The case is made of the material hollowed out from the national emblem displayed at the founding ceremony. Six pieces were made, and three are still known to exist. One of them sold at auction last year for 9.6 million yuan. Yes, it was bought by Mr. Feng's father."
"The pen in Mr. Feng's chest pocket is relatively cheap, but it's also worth over 600,000 yuan. It's a satellite commemorative model. The nib is made from the same material used to launch my country's first satellite. However, because so many were produced, it's not very valuable."
A six hundred thousand yuan pen? You're telling me it's not very valuable? Is this guy called Wang something an online novelist, making up stories for me? The agent thought to himself.
"Then the bracelet on the lady's hand is worth 3 million, the necklace is worth 1.6 million, oh, and the windbreaker is also worth more than 400,000. So the total is more than 16 million. Well, because I saw that he made the move from a relatively high position just now, I didn't count the car keys worth 12 million in Mr. Feng's trouser pocket. After all, you can't drive away even if you have the keys." Finally, Wang Defa made a little joke.
"This...this..." The agent was so angry that he didn't know what to say. Of course he didn't believe what Wang Defa said. Who would buy an antique watch worth tens of millions and then wear it on their wrist without keeping it as a collection?
"Mr. Wang, what you said..." The policeman naturally didn't believe it, but he was interrupted by Luo Yu before he could finish his words.
"You need evidence, right? Don't worry, we have it. These things aren't often circulated on the market, but I have a report from the National Valuation Center that's already been sent to your system. However, since your airport police station is at a lower level, you won't be able to verify the report's authenticity, so you can wait a moment."
Luo Yu had just finished speaking when the phone at the police station rang again. The policeman came back after answering the phone and looked at Feng Xiaoyun in surprise. He didn't expect that what they had just said was true, and it was estimated that those valuations were not the current ones. The call just now was from above, saying that it had been determined. The things mentioned just now on Mr. Feng and the lady were worth more than 17 million. Yes, some things have appreciated even more than they said.
The agent also noticed that the policeman's expression was not right, and he couldn't help but panic. If these were all true, then who on earth did they offend today?
You said you were so rich, with stuff worth tens of millions, but you didn't send dozens of bodyguards to surround you? Just the two of you standing there?
"So I'm saying that my client was acting in self-defense because he felt his property was in danger. Is that okay?"
"He, how could he carry such an expensive thing on him? If someone breaks it, who... who can afford to pay for it?" The agent was a little incoherent.
"Sir, it is my client's freedom to wear whatever I want. It's like you drive a car worth 300,000 yuan and park it normally in a roadside parking space. Then a garbage collector scratches it. Even if he can't afford to pay for it, the fault is no longer yours, right?" Luo Yu seemed to be in a good mood today and talked to him casually.
"Also, those fans of your artist did bump into my client at the beginning, but he didn't actually ask for compensation from them, right? From what I've learned, my client has had items accidentally damaged by others since he was a child, worth tens of millions. But he's a very generous person. He wouldn't even let anyone know how expensive the items were, and he rarely files claims."
"So today he's claiming 300,000 yuan, just consider it a lesson for you."
"He...he...he didn't suffer any loss. Can't we just treat this as a misunderstanding?" The agent could only explain it as a misunderstanding. If he really had to pay 300,000 yuan in compensation, who would pay it? Would his artist pay for it?
"No!" Feng Xiaoyun, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke. After he finished speaking, he raised the elbow that had just hit the bodyguard. There was a small blood stain on his suit, which should have been stained just now.
"Look, my client's clothes were damaged during his legitimate fight back. Actually, this is a trivial matter. Do you know how much time he lost because of this? Do you need me to apply for compensation for his lost wages based on this time?"
If the agent knew that Feng Xiaoyun was just a small assistant with a monthly salary of 8,000, he might have agreed. However, when he thought about the fact that Feng Xiaoyun had clothes worth tens of millions, the loss of work time for more than an hour might be more than 300,000, so he felt a little desperate.
And what should he do now? If he really had to pay the three hundred thousand yuan himself, he wouldn't be able to do it.
"Okay, stop worrying about it. This happened because of your artist. He has to pay me the 300,000 yuan, and publicly apologize on WeChat Moments for the security guard pushing someone."
"This... this is probably... impossible..." The agent said this and he himself was a little doubtful whether it was possible.
"Li Da, right? He recently starred in a very popular BL drama, and this time he came to Gucheng to attend the opening ceremony of a film and television base in Gucheng. Well, there are quite a few people going there today, so someone will greet him."
What the agent doesn't know is that his artist Li Da is now more skeptical of the world than he is.
Because at this inauguration ceremony, his original chance to go on stage was unexpectedly cancelled, and then several big men whom the film and television companies could only look up to, as well as several superior department heads in charge of film and television, actually "cordially" talked to him. The content of their talk was nothing more than the same thing: to apologize for what happened at the airport today!
Finally, when Feng Xiaoyun packed up his things and walked out of the police station to wait for the car to pick him up, he called Yan Zi. Yan Zi on the other end of the phone said with a strange look on his face: "Feng Xiaoyun, my phone just said that I received 300,000 yuan. Are they really going to pay compensation?"
"Hey, of course. They hurt you, so of course they have to compensate you, right? I told you not to worry. Okay, wait for me, I'll be at the program crew soon."
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