"Young brother, haha, young brother." Thinking of this, the middle-aged man quickly entered the room, came to Ye Guichen, and bowed deeply to him: "Young brother, so you know Mr. Zhou, why didn't you say so earlier? The item I sold you before, that was my mistake, haha, just kidding. Here's your money back, please return the item to me."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man, with an embarrassed face, smiled at Zhou Huairen: "Mr. Zhou, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
Zhou Huairen frowned and looked at Ye Guichen: "What's this, Mr. Ye, someone dared to deceive you on this street?"
Ye Guichen had already noticed the middle-aged man following him. Seeing him jump out now, it was clear he was afraid of Zhou Huairen.
However, Ye Guichen didn't mind and instead asked, "Didn't you just say you would compensate me tenfold for a fake?"
