The antique stall owner caught up in the quarrel was a man in his thirties, with a face that seemed impervious to reason, looking like a simpleton with a rather large scar on his forehead that was quite intimidating.
At this moment, he was fully self-assured, holding a red bead bracelet and shouting loudly to the people around him.
"Look, everyone, look, this is a genuine southern red agate bracelet, which cost me a high price as the treasure of my stall! It was sitting there fine, and they wanted to try it on, but it fell to the ground, breaking two beads. Now, what do you say about this!"
Around him, there were many other stall owners, who usually hustled together, naturally sticking up for each other.
"She has to compensate, doing business these days is not easy. Top-quality southern red agate, that's worth a lot of money!"
"Exactly, life for life, debt repayment, you break it, you pay, it's only fair."
