Chapter 3 My Vase!

After getting the order from Zhou Guisheng, Sun Ming immediately cleared his throat and spoke like a rooster ready to fight, "The wages will be deducted for your being late. It's indeed in the contract. But the last clause clearly states that our store reserves the final interpretation right. As you have been late too many times, one hundred yuan is surely a reasonable penalty. If you think it's too much, go to the Workers' Association and sue us at any time!"

After this, Sun Ming laughed at Wang Ke evilly. Then he looked at Zhou Guisheng as if checking whether he was doing right.

Zhou Guisheng nodded with satisfaction and Sun Ming immediately made a flattering look.

"You..."

Wang Ke was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He had never seen people so exploitative like this!

"Oh, by the way, you reminded me that I hadn't charged you for being late today. Once being late, one day's salary will be deducted. That is fifty yuan. Well, I'm kind enough to deduct fifty yuan today instead of one hundred."

While saying this, Zhou Guisheng took away the money from Wang Ke and put that into his pocket quickly.

Now that he was no longer an employee in Zhou's store, he didn't want to be merciful at all. Why not deduct the money? He would not only do this but also do this as much as he could!

He was merciful enough. As Wang Ke had brought him so much trouble, he was nice enough for not letting him pay for the loss!

Wang Ke looked at his hands and did not react for a moment.

As he caught on, his anger instantly accumulated to a very high level. It would erupt at any moment!

Today, he finally got to see the original face of this Zhou Bapi!

He really wanted to knock down this ruthless and greedy man and beat him until his own mother couldn't recognize his face.

But in the end, Wang Ke managed to hold back. It's a crime to kill!

Fists clenched tightly, staring at Zhou Guisheng with deadly coldness, Wang Ke sneered and said, "No wonder other people call you Zhou Bapi. Today I finally understand."

"What are you talking about? Who is Zhou Bapi?"

Zhou Guisheng was so angry that he almost jumped up like a cat who had been trampled on the tail. He hated being called "Zhou Bapi" most in his life.

"What? Angry? Zhou Bapi?"

Watching Zhou Guisheng burst into anger with shame, Wang Ke's fury weakened somehow. He looked at him wryly.

"I dare you to say that again!"

Zhou Bapi roared at Wang Ke.

"I am f*cking repeating it! Zhou! Bapi!"

Wang Ke said with a sneer. He would like to see how Zhou Bapi could do with him.

Hit me if you had the balls, and it would be reasonable for me to fight back!

Zhou Guisheng felt brutally humiliated. He let out a roar and threw his fist at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke thought of something just before fighting back. He could not help showing a snaky smile.

After working here for half a year, he knew the shop inside out. A one-hundred-thousand-yuan porcelain vase, from the period of the Qianlong Emperor, Qing Dynasty, was placed behind him, right in the direction Zhou Bapi's rushing.

What would it be like for a stingy person to watch one hundred thousand yuan ruined by his own hand?

Thinking of this, Wang Ke's smile on his face went bigger. He dodged away rapidly and pushed Zhou Bapi with spirit energy secretly along the way he's going.

Zhou Bapi threw a punch and rushed toward his beloved porcelain vase. He was about to knock it over and suddenly found himself out of control.

What's going on here?

Zhou Bapi stared at the precious porcelain vase alarmedly. He couldn't change the direction he's approaching but to watch himself bump into it.

"Ah!"

With the painful cry of Zhou Bapi, the crisp sound of porcelain breaking rang through the Treasure Hall.

"My vase! My vase!"

Zhou Bapi looked down at his beloved porcelain vase in pain, shouting loudly.

One hundred thousand yuan is gone!

A hundred thousand! Oh, come on!

It's all Wang Ke's fault. It's all him! How would he lose a hundred thousand yuan if he hadn't dodged it!

Thinking of this, Zhou Bapi raised his head and looked cruelly at Wang Ke by the side, who was quite cosy. He burst into anger and roared.

"Wang Ke, you're compensating me for the porcelain vase! You're paying me a hundred thousand yuan!"

Wang Ke felt that he had heard a big joke and said, "Zhou Bapi, are you out of your mind? You broke the vase, and I became the one paying for that? The hell I'm paying!"

"How would I break it hadn't you dodged! It's all your fault!"

Zhou Bapi lost his mind totally and became hideous.

"Yes, it was all your fault. I saw that the boss crushed the vase because you had dodged away and that you pushed him deliberately. It's you to blame!"

Sun Ming immediately stood up to Wang Ke and accused him with a righteous style.

Wang Ke looked at Sun Ming and asked coldly, "You see me pushing him with your own eyes?"

He pushed Zhou Bapi with spirit energy with no physical movement at all, so Sun Ming must be setting him up with a sinister intention!

"I, I..."

Sun Ming was scared by Wang Ke's staring. He couldn't help but to take a few steps back and dared not say a word. Wang Ke's horrifying eyes made him feel like being in freezing hell.

Wang Ke snorted disdainfully at cowardly Sun Ming, and turned to Zhou Bapi on the ground, asking very friendly, "Bapi, your theory is very advanced. You hit me, and you do not allow me to dodge? Evading your fist is my fault? What about I give you a punch and you try not dodging!"

Saying this, Wang Ke punched the locust wood counter aside with a twinkle in his eye.

Smiling, he raised his fist and left a huge fist print on the locust wood counter.

The print was clear and appalling!

Zhou Bapi and Sun Ming stared at the huge fist print on the counter and went numb.

That was good locust wood!

One punch and such a fist print!

That was terrifying!

They swallowed hard and looked at Wang Ke fearfully. Zhou Bapi's anger had long ago vanished. In front of such a big deep fist print, he would not dare to talk nonsense, let alone make Wang Ke pay for his loss.

"You don't dodge, and I'll give you a hundred thousand yuan. Come on, let's pledge."

Wang Ke smiled trickily and said to Zhou Bapi.

"No! No!"

Zhou Bapi was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly.

This punch could kill him or disable him. A hundred thousand yuan or ten times of that couldn't make him agree with such a deal.

My pitiful hundred thousand yuan!

Zhou Bapi had a painful feeling of drinking the bitter cup. Now he wouldn't dare to think of that sum of money.

Sun Ming began to fear. He just offended Wang Ke so hard. Would he retaliate?

He shuddered at the thought of what would happen to him with that fist.

"Then will you give me my salary?"

Wang Ke took one step forward to ask. Bully me haven't I shown off my strength, eh?

I would've done that had I known it could work.

"Well."

Zhou Bapi avoided eye contact. He had just lost a hundred thousand yuan. He didn't want to lose any more.

But if he refused...

He looked subconsciously at the fist print on the counter and couldn't help shivering.

Whatever! Consider this as buying safety with money!

Zhou Bapi gritted his teeth and took out fifteen hundred yuan from the counter bitterly, carefully handed it over to Wang Ke, for fear of his sudden attack.

Wang Ke took the money with a sneer and sighed slightly with relief looking at the money in his hand. Hadn't Zhou Bapi given him the money, he might also hesitate to start fight, because it would make him end up in a police station. Zhou Bapi's cooperation saved him a lot of trouble.

He took out six hundred from the cash and threw it on the counter. He said disdainfully, "I do not owe you!"

With that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Zhou Bapi watched Wang Ke going out, and then looked at the porcelain pieces on the ground painfully. But the six hundred yuan was a consolation.

The boy was such a fool to return the money.

He turned to Sun Ming, who was pale with extreme fear. Zhou Bapi shouted with anger, "Go clean these up. And see if you can stick the vase back."

Sun Ming shivered with fear and hurried to collect the pieces.

Out of Treasure Hall, Wang Ke looked up at the sky and took a long sigh of relief.

From now on, he became a hobo. He thought with mixed feelings.

If you didn't have a job, you could at least do what you want to do.

Wang Ke consoled himself.

Since the age of ten, when he dug out Dragon's Momentum from under the locust tree in his hometown, he became interested in the mysterious. For twelve years, along with practicing Dragon's Momentum skills, he had spent his spare time reading the Book of Changes in addition to his studies. His dream was to become a master of Yi-ology, to understand Yin and Yang, to see through all things in the world, and finally to get beyond life and death.

Although he had not understood the Book of Changes yet, he had been working towards it.

But he also knew that hobbies could only be hobbies before they had an economic impact, so he took a job in an antique shop to support himself and let himself have the financial foundation to make his dream come true.

But who would know that once one started working, he would lose his spare time? Now that he got off the hook, he was finally able to do what he liked.

However, he had to make a living first. It took a variety of rare medicinal materials to make a breakthrough in Dragon's Momentum skills, which also required a large amount of money. Therefore he needed to make money!

Looking around, Wang Ke noticed the antique stalls.

Considering himself as half an antique expert, he'd like to see if he could find some undervalued treasure. One bargain and no worries about his life anymore.

It would be even better if he could find a magic weapon.

Of course, Wang Ke knew he was daydreaming. So many people dreamed of finding undervalued antiques, maybe magic weapons. It could not be his turn, but he still smiled walking towards the nearby antique stalls. It didn't hurt to have a try.

"Come and look at these antiques, young man. They've just come from the country. They're really good."

A forty-something stall owner called to Wang Ke.

Wang Ke curled his lips, smelling a rat.

Buyers would better not believe what the antique sellers say. They all talked about purchasing antiques from the country. How could there be so many antiques in the country for them to buy!