The phone store owner was frightened by Yang Jian's almost eerie and indifferent gaze. But soon, he pushed Yang Jian away with a fierce look and shouted, "What's the matter? Do you even want to hit someone? Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now. I see you're a thief, trying to sell stolen goods here, and when it doesn't work out, you want to hit people. If you don't want trouble, take your trash and get out of here, or I'll have you arrested. Don't think I'm afraid of you."
"Everyone come look, this person is selling stolen goods here, call the police and arrest him!"
Not only did he want to cheat Yang Jian out of his phones, but he also wanted to turn the tables.
Some passersby heard the owner's shouting and looked over. Now Yang Jian understood just how vicious this unscrupulous merchant could be.
"Boss, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless. You like phones so much, right? Then I'll give you another one."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Without another word, he picked up a phone and smashed it against the merchant's head. A faint red light glowed from his hand, and an eye on the back of his hand immediately opened.
"Smack!"
Yang Jian slapped the unscrupulous merchant on the forehead, but when he took back his hand, the phone he was holding had disappeared.
"You really dare to hit people? I'll call the police right now, you wait, don't run if you dare."
The merchant was furious, grabbed the phone, and was about to call the police. But he was still feeling guilty, pressing the phone but not daring to really make the call. If the police checked the surveillance and found out about his deceit, it would probably be him, not the young man selling the phone, who would end up in jail.
Yang Jian said, "Go ahead and call the police, I also need to make a call."
Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number. Soon, the phone was connected.
"The cool moonlight turns my missing into a river..."
Suddenly, a phone ringtone sounded, echoing in the small store. The source of the ringtone was not on Yang Jian, nor on the counter, but in the unscrupulous merchant's head.
"Ah!"
The merchant screamed and fell to the ground in pain, convulsing wildly, with blood coming out of his nose, mouth, and eyes. At this moment, he felt like his head was about to explode.
Yang Jian quickly hung up the call, then picked up a pen and wrote down an account number next to him: "I value that phone at ten thousand. Transfer ten thousand to me within ten minutes. If the money doesn't arrive, the ringtone in your head will ring again. Also, here is my phone number. Let me know when you want to take that phone out of your head."
After that, he took the other phones, put on his backpack, and left the phone repair shop.
Dare to cheat me? I'll make you suffer.
After Yang Jian left, the boss who was convulsing on the ground with blood coming out of his nose and eyes got up in horror after a while. He touched his head, feeling like something had been forcefully stuffed inside, causing him pain and discomfort. He wished he could open his head and take it out...
He looked outside the store but couldn't find the young man who had been selling second-hand phones with a backpack. On the counter was a note with a phone number and an account number.
Ten thousand? Transfer ten thousand within ten minutes to this person, or the ringtone in his head would ring again?
The boss really didn't want to experience that splitting headache again. He quickly picked up his phone and transferred ten thousand to the account number the person left.
But just as he was about to confirm, he hesitated. What if that person was lying to him? What if it was just a coincidence, an accident? If that's the case, then transferring ten thousand would mean taking a loss today, right?
No, he couldn't transfer the money.
The boss took a sip of water, rested for a while, and although he still felt something stuffed in his head, it was much better than before. He decided to go to the hospital to check it out later.
But ten minutes later, Yang Jian, walking on the street, did not receive a transfer notification on his phone. Without hesitation, he dialed the number.
"The cool night is missing you into a river..."
The phone rang, and the ringtone echoed in the boss's head again. The pain from the phone vibrating made him fall to the ground once more, convulsing, frothing at the mouth, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and nose.
"Ah!"
Ten seconds later, Yang Jian hung up the phone and continued walking down the street as if nothing had happened.
The unscrupulous merchant's life was now in his hands. Dare to cheat him? Let's play.
After this phone call, within a few minutes, the sound of money being transferred came in. Ten thousand!
At the same time, another phone of Yang Jian rang. As soon as it connected, the unscrupulous merchant's pleading voice came through: "Big brother, please spare me. I've transferred the money to you. Please spare me."
"Money? What money? I didn't receive anything here. You must have transferred to the wrong account. In another three minutes, I'll call you again, but this time it won't be ten thousand, it will be twenty thousand," Yang Jian lied blatantly, then hung up.
Let's deceive each other.
The unscrupulous merchant, having tasted the pain, quickly transferred another twenty thousand. Yang Jian's phone rang again with the transfer notification.
"Big brother, I checked the account three times this time. Did you receive it?" The merchant called again, crying and pleading.
Yang Jian said, "I did receive it. I won't call you in the next ten minutes. I'll call you again in ten minutes, the same rule, ten thousand."
He hung up the phone again.
What? Call again after ten minutes? If he calls again, I'm really done for.
The unscrupulous merchant in the shop was crying, slapping himself in the face. Damn it, I should be damned. I knew I shouldn't have been greedy for that phone. I've done it so many times before without getting into trouble, but this time I met a tough character.
He continued to call, wanting Yang Jian to let him go and settle the matter. But Yang Jian didn't answer.
However, the boss couldn't take the game anymore. He directly transferred another ten thousand, then called again, and this time it went through.
An expensive phone call. Ten thousand each.
"Big brother, please spare me. I'll return the phone to you. Please don't torture me anymore. I've already extorted forty thousand from you," the boss pleaded.
Yang Jian said, "Boss, weren't you very arrogant before, shouting to call the police? If you think I'm extorting you, you can call the police to arrest me now. I'm just shopping nearby. That's it, the next ten minutes, ten thousand."
He hung up the phone again.
After seven or eight minutes, ten thousand arrived again.
The boss called again, this time crying even more desperately: "Big brother, I beg you. I'll kneel down and kowtow to you. You are a good person. Please spare me this time. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have cheated you out of your phone, shouldn't have been so arrogant. I'll turn myself in later, I'll go to jail. How about that?"
"Going to jail is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just doing business with you. I didn't force you to pay. That's it, the next ten minutes, ten thousand."
"But, but I have no money in my card anymore," the boss said in despair. "I've already transferred fifty thousand to you."
"It's okay if you have no money. I know a few online loan platforms. Although the interest is a bit high, they lend money very quickly and are very credible. I believe they will be suitable for you... If the money doesn't arrive in ten minutes, a cool song will be given to you," Yang Jian said.
"You, you're robbing."
Yang Jian said, "Don't talk nonsense. Robbery isn't this fast. That's it, my phone bill is running out."
"Du..."