1057 A cloud-piercing arrow
A person's limit could only be forced out. For example, when Yuan Zhou ran in the morning, his speed would never be as fast as now.
However, at that moment, as the matter of 100 RMB was concerned, Yuan Zhou's speed was extremely fast. As the saying goes, like a sharp arrow leaving the bow, he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the elite man.
Yuan Zhou's vision was very good. Strictly speaking, his five senses were exceptionally sensitive. However, if it were any other object, Yuan Zhou might not be able to recognize its authenticity with such a distance.
However, not to mention the money, from his angle, he could tell at a glance that the money in the elite man's hand was fake money from the seventh edition of Dian province. He was so confident and certain.
"Wait," Yuan Zhou shouted loudly with a clear voice.
Yuan Zhou stopped the elite precisely. Hearing that, the elite turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhou with a strange look. The latter then took out the money.
"Did you give me this money?" Although Yuan Zhou's words were a question, he said it in a very certain tone.
The elite man should be around 30 years old. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. Judging from his attire, he should be a middle-level manager. Therefore, Yuan Zhou first had to figure out whether this person did it on purpose or he didn't notice it himself.
"Maybe, maybe." The elite's expression did not change, and his tone was ambiguous.
"This note is fake. You just used this note to buy Fig from an old man." Yuan Zhou raised the fake note and said.
"Let's not talk about whether the money is mine or not, but the transaction has to be made clear on the spot. You're looking for me after the matter. Does this matter have something to do with you?" The elite said.
The elite's tone carried a sense of fearlessness and shamelessness.
On hearing the elite man's words, Yuan Zhou's face lit up with anger, because it meant that the elite man had used the counterfeit 100 yuan note to buy the grandpa's Fig on purpose.
It was also a deliberate act to bully the old man's poor eyesight or low wariness.
Moreover, the elite's words sounded like he was a scoundrel,"even if it's me, what can you do to me?"
Yuan Zhou knew clearly that for the grandpa who sold Fig, this was almost the main income of his family. He also had to support his granddaughter to study. 100 RMB was really not a small amount for his family.
As for the elite man in front of her, even if the skin on his body was just a facade. However, for a young elite with hands and legs, what was a hundred Yuan? was it considered a form of entertainment, or a part of his income?
Or something else.
No matter what, it made Yuan Zhou very angry.
"That's my grandfather. Tell me if it's my business or not." Yuan Zhou directly refuted.
As soon as he said that, the elite looked at Yuan Zhou with his eyes wide open and then said in a tone as if he was lying,""I know you. You're boss Yuan Zhou, the owner of the restaurant. You don't have any family at all. Where did you get a grandfather?"
Yuan Zhou was too famous. People in other places might not be able to recognize Yuan Zhou so quickly, but since they were in the vicinity of Taoxi road, it was really rare to find someone who didn't recognize Yuan Zhou.
As a matter of fact, the elite man knew Yuan Zhou very well and even knew the general version of Yuan Zhou's past, which was the image of a contemporary young man who was independent and self-reliant without relying on his parents.
"Heh, Sir is alone, so he's my grandfather. Do I have to report our relationship to you?" A sneer appeared on Yuan Zhou's face, which made his expression look extremely cold.
"That has nothing to do with me. You can't talk about the money, so how can you say it's mine?" The elite paused for a moment, then continued to act shamelessly.
"You may not know this, but some time ago, because Taoxi road became prosperous, every street here was installed with a heavenly eye." Yuan Zhou said.
"Um ..." The elite man frowned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Yuan Zhou.
"Unfortunately, there was a Sky Eye right above the place where you set up your stall just now. I'm sure you clearly saw your face when you used the fake money." Yuan Zhou said calmly and affirmatively.
"Hmph, I can't be bothered to talk to you. I'll be leaving first." Before he could finish, the elite turned around and was about to leave.
What a joke. Chengdu, or even the whole country, was so big. So what if they managed to get it? now that he had left, how could they find him again? even if it was illegal to use fake money, they couldn't catch him for the time being.
Therefore, the elite turned around and prepared to leave without a second thought.
However, Yuan Zhou reacted quickly and pinched the elite man's arm while his thumb was pressing on the back of the forearm. The position was called shousali, the most painful acupuncture point on the hand.
However, Yuan Zhou's slap was fast, accurate and especially forceful. Therefore, the elite man immediately cried out in alarm.
"Ouch, it hurts. What are you doing?" The elite man's face twisted in pain. He turned his head and glared at Yuan Zhou.
"I'm a chef. " Yuan Zhou said indifferently with an unchanged expression.
"Who the F * ck doesn't know that you're a chef? why are you grabbing me?" The elite tried his best to pull his hand back, but he couldn't exert any strength at all. The more he struggled, the more pain he felt.
"Oh, you can't leave now. I'm a chef and I know how much the ingredients can take, so don't worry. Your hand isn't broken." Yuan Zhou's words were especially gory.
On hearing that, the elite looked at Yuan Zhou in surprise. When he saw Yuan Zhou take out his phone, he couldn't help saying,""I told you, the money might not be mine. Besides, he's not your real grandfather."
"Just wait." Yuan Zhou's eyes were cold as he typed quickly on the phone with one hand.
That's right. Actually, Yuan Zhou was just a chef as he said and didn't know anything about the law. He was asking for help in the group.
This group was the group chat of Yuan Zhou's restaurant.
[What kind of legal responsibility does one have for deliberately using 100 counterfeit notes? does anyone in the group study law know about this?] Big taxpayer, boss Yuan
Yuan Zhou had already sent out this sentence when he caught the elite man. But strangely, nobody answered him in the group, not even Wu Hai and man man who were usually active.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou's expression became even colder when he looked at the elite man.
"Yes, we should still call the police at this time. The police should know." Yuan Zhou thought with an expressionless face and then dialed 110.
When he heard Yuan Zhou telling him his exact location and what he had encountered, the elite man's heart collapsed.
"No way. Yuan Zhou, boss Yuan, it's only 100 RMB. There's no need to call the police. Your restaurant is so fraudulent that a fried rice dish is worth more than 100 RMB. Why are you still so calculative about 100 RMB?" The elite said.
"Egg fried rice, 188 RMB per serving." Yuan Zhou said calmly.
"Um ... Look, it's more than 100 yuan. If the police come, I'll Sue you for assault."
"Look at my hand. I can't even move it. It must be a fracture. It hurts so much." The elite pointed at his arm and said.
Obviously, the elite was a little afraid of the police. He muttered and even threatened Yuan Zhou.
Obviously, the elite didn't dare to lay a hand on Yuan Zhou. After all, Yuan Zhou was also a famous person now. It wouldn't be worth it if he started the fight.
However, just when Yuan Zhou was about to say something, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from afar.
Yuan Zhou turned his head and saw a group of people walking towards them. The one walking in front was a man in a police uniform and beside him were many men and women in suits who looked serious and capable.
With a rough glance, there were no less than 20 to 30 people. Among them was Wu Hai, who didn't answer. He was very conspicuous and was walking towards Yuan Zhou in big steps in what seemed to be pajamas.
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