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"No problem! Don't worry, we will vouch for you! Let's get started!" The excited onlookers nodded eagerly.
Chen Xuan smirked slightly, turning around to place the roots of the Fruit Seedlings into an aluminum basin under the old man's gloomy gaze.
Swish!
Nearby, a crowd quickly gathered, surrounding Chen Xuan tightly. Dozens of people pressed in, their eyes fixed on him.
As everyone watched, the originally clear water soon became murky, a sign of the soil mixing in.
But then, something strange happened. As the soil blended with the water, streaks of purple liquid began to appear in the murky mixture.
This scene caused gasps of astonishment from the onlookers.
"Look! The purple liquid is coming out! What is this?"
From its color, it was likely some kind of potion!
"Wow! This place really sells fake Fruit Seedlings! That's just too shady!"
"Heh, this shop is notorious for selling fakes, but getting caught red-handed is a first."
"This kid is impressive!"
The crowd murmured among themselves, pointing at the Fruit Seedlings in the aluminum basin, and some even secretly gave Chen Xuan a thumbs up.
Chen Xuan smiled faintly.
Meanwhile, the old man’s face darkened, leaving him speechless.
"Boss, these are fake, right? According to the rules, it's ten times compensation!"
Clang!
Before Chen Xuan could finish speaking, the old man suddenly erupted in anger, kicking over the aluminum basin in front of him. Gasping for breath, he glared at Chen Xuan with bloodshot eyes and shouted, "What the hell is this nonsense about some damn potion? I didn’t hit anyone! Get the hell out of here! I’m not selling you any Fruit Seedlings! Get lost right now! If you don’t leave, I’ll break your legs!"
With his words hanging in the air, three or four workers with unfriendly expressions jumped down from the truck. The onlookers were startled and quickly retreated. Only Chen Xuan remained unmoved.
He glanced around and smiled faintly. "What’s wrong? Can’t handle it softly, so you’re going hard now?"
"I’m a businessman!" the old man fumed, his face flushed with anger as he waved his hands irritably. "Get out of here! I’m not doing business with you anymore!"
Chen Xuan frowned slightly and replied coldly, "Boss, you still took my ten thousand yuan deposit."
"Deposit?" The old man’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Do you think I brought three or four truckloads of goods here for free? Are all these workers working for nothing? And you still want a deposit?"
"Are you leaving or not? If not, I’ll break your legs!" The old man rolled up his sleeves menacingly, ready to strike.
Chen Xuan smiled faintly and suddenly raised his voice, "In this vast Fruit Tree Trading Market, is there no law? Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you?"
"Report me?" The old man blinked in surprise and sneered. "Kid, you probably don’t know my connections. Let me tell you—I'm related to the person in charge of this Fruit Tree Trading Market; he’s my brother-in-law!"
Hearing this, the expressions of the onlookers changed dramatically, and a kind-hearted person advised, "Young man, just walk away; let’s leave it at that."
"Yeah, just go quickly. You can’t win against him."
Chen Xuan fell silent at these words. The old man was feeling triumphant at this point.
Just as he was about to speak again, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd as a stern-looking middle-aged man slowly approached. Upon seeing this man, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.
His eyes darted around, and suddenly he cried out with a mournful face, "Brother-in-law, you have to stand up for me!"
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