After being reborn, I refused to be a sucker, and my whole family was dumbfounded.

Chapter 79

Lin Ling stared intently at the group with a gloomy face, his fists clenched as he forcibly suppressed his anger.

In about twenty minutes, Black Wolf and his men will be there.

We'll teach them a lesson they'll learn later.

Yang Mengyu whispered, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Try to stall them for time, and I'll call the police."

"No need, I've already sent Black Wolf and the others over." Lin Ling said in a low voice, "There are about twenty minutes left, let's stall for time together."

Yang Mengyu nodded worriedly and walked to the roadside.

Cars drove by one after another, and passersby curiously looked at Lin Ling and his group, as well as the porcelain they were surrounding.

The man with a mole on his chin picked up the broken porcelain bottle and wailed, "It's Ming Dynasty porcelain! I heard it was used by the emperor himself, and it's worth tens of millions!"

He glared fiercely at Lin Ling; "I'm being kind, I'll just give you 100,000 for these porcelain pieces worth tens of millions."

Another person, holding two broken pieces of a plate, exclaimed, "These are Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain plates, worth millions!"

The group hurriedly picked up the broken porcelain on the ground, crying and wailing as they offered their prices.

Not a single piece of porcelain was worth less than one million.

Ultimately, the group reached a settlement on the amount of compensation.

The gaunt old man sneered as he sized up Lin Ling: "Little brat, some of these porcelain pieces of ours are worth tens of millions."

"However, considering you're still young and it wasn't intentional, I'll let you pay less."

"In total, it's over 13 million, so we only need to pay 10 million in compensation."

After saying that, the four of them surrounded Lin Ling and Yang Mengyu with fierce eyes.

Upon hearing this, Yang Mengyu's beautiful eyes widened; "Aren't these just ordinary bowls and vases? How could they be antiques?"

She picked up the two broken pieces of the plate, pieced them together, and said angrily, "You said this is a Ming Dynasty 'wealth plate,' worth millions, but why are there modern characters written on the bottom?"

"This young girl is clearly uneducated; these modern characters existed in ancient times too." The gaunt old man frowned and scolded, then snatched the plate, examined the words on the bottom, and muttered, "Microwave Oven Only..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ling almost burst out laughing: "Did they have microwave ovens in the Ming Dynasty?"

Yang Mengyu chuckled: "You guys are being so fake! It's obviously bought from the market."

The gaunt old man's face instantly turned a liverish color with rage. He glared fiercely at one of the men and roared, "What the hell are you doing?"

The man stammered, "I definitely won't buy the wrong thing next time."

"Never mind the microwave-safe label, just look at the glaze, the base, and the patina!" The man with a mole on his chin said shamelessly, "It's obviously a genuine product!"

Lin Ling was amused: "Are you guys trying to extort money from me? You've managed to make it all sound plausible."

“I’m willing to pay you money, even 10,000 yuan, but what you’re doing is cheating me out of my money.”

"If we call the police, you'll be in deep trouble."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces changed.

"You wish! You damaged our property worth hundreds of millions, and you think you can settle it for ten thousand yuan?" a man shouted angrily. "Do you think we're easy to bully?"

He rubbed his fists together, staring intently at Lin Ling.

It was as if he would rush forward and beat Lin Ling up if she dared to say no.

"Don't come any closer, I've already called the police." Yang Mengyu said coldly, "How about this, I'll compensate you 100,000 yuan, and we'll call it even."

"Otherwise, when the police come, you'll be in deep trouble."

The burly men looked disdainful upon hearing this.

The gaunt old man sneered, "If we dare to do this, do you think we have any connections at the police station?"

"Even if you call the police, you still have to pay the compensation you owe."

"Eryong, go and get the certificate of authenticity." He looked at a burly man.

The burly man jogged over to the beat-up Nissan and retrieved a stack of authentication certificates. The withered old man adjusted his reading glasses and sneered, "The authentication certificates are all here, and the prices are clearly written on them."

He pointed to the pieces on the ground: "This one, seven million. This one, thirty-six million. And this one, two million three hundred thousand."

The man with a mole on his chin said arrogantly, "With the certificate, even if you go to the police station, you'll have to pay up."