Ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Chen, who looked haggard, squatted on the steps at the door of a shop like a wild dog, silently lit a cheap cigarette sent by a kind passerby. Zhang Chen felt that his hands were shaking.

He waited all night yesterday, and it took him a night from the beginning to the passionate moment of Sima Rongyan later.

Dad... didn't come!

There was definitely something wrong... I clearly confirmed yesterday that rare energy was mined in that piece of land, and the first batch of energy was bought by a rich man.

Could it be that dad didn’t buy that piece of land?

Zhang Chen frowned, borrowed a passerby's call, but he couldn't get through several times.

My dad is completely lost contact.

He doesn't have a penny on him now. The two bottles of wine he bought yesterday were still used by my third sister to buy candy and fried chestnuts. He wanted to drink with his father on the rooftop, but now... it's all nonsense!

In the past six months, he has basically not enjoyed the joy of life. He thought everything would end, but now... Zhang Chen is not sure when his father will come back.

He was able to live such a life before because of the tens of trillions of dollars. Now, he can't live such a poor life for a second.

"Dad is missing, it seems that he can only make money by himself." After taking the last sip of cigarette, Zhang Chen patted his face.

As a rich second generation of Dama, my dad is really unreliable, and everything depends on yourself.

"Quality Yuan blue and white ~ It was just unearthed yesterday, bosses, please take a look."

A shout pulled Zhang Chen's thoughts back. The place he was sitting at is the Antique Street near the Communications Building.

Looking over there, there was an antique store. The owner in a blue coat was holding a folding fan, and next to it was a blue and white vase with exquisite shape and exquisite printing.

A message suddenly appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes.

"The blue and white porcelain vase fired in 2017 is worth 60 yuan, and the future is worth 100 yuan."

"Just this is the fine Yuan blue and white porcelain, it's really a lie." Zhang Chen shook his head with a look of disdain.

Zhang Chen knew that with his own ability, there was definitely a lot of potential in this place, but...

After touching his pocket that was cleaner than his face, Zhang Chen sighed.

You have to need some principal to do anything, but now this thing is what I lack.

The road is full of antique stores, and some good-looking goods are placed outside the store to attract customers. The owners in the store are all free and free. Apart from occasionally shouting, there is no other movement.

At this time, a car stopped and several men were nervously carrying objects. They were obviously just a light calligraphy and painting, but they asked three people to move them, for fear of being bumped.

When he looked up, there was immediately more information in Zhang Chen's eyes.

"The calligraphy and paintings made in 2018 are worth 100 yuan, and the future is worth 30 yuan."

Just as he was watching a wealthy middle-aged man coming over, the owner of the antique shop, he looked up and down at Zhang Chen.

He was dressed in rags and looked haggard. He looked like a poor man who could afford antiques. He kicked him in the moment like a beggar.

Before Zhang Chen could come to his senses, he was kicked and his body staggered.

"Where are moving goods, stay away from me!"

Zhang Chen rubbed his chest that was kicked so painfully, and cursed: "You are sick! Do you believe it or not, I will cheat you for the rest of your life?"

When the shop owner heard this, he smiled coldly: "Stay there, this is not your place to sit, so don't get in the way of doing business."

Zhang Chen spat hard. When he was mourning, anyone could bully him. It was such a big deal.

I took a fierce look at the shop owner. When my master makes a fortune, he will definitely smash it for your shop.

Scream! With the sound of brakes coming, the shop owner ignored the poor boy and came to a black business car with a quick look, and his expression turned into a smile in one second.

"Young Master Zhao, why are you here in person? I was going to send it to you!"

The man who got out of the car was named Zhao Honglong. He was less than 30 years old. He was wearing a brand-name suit with a touch of playful expression. He wore a Vacheron Constantin Swiss watch on his wrist, and his whole body exuded a sense of nobility.

This person is the son of the chairman of Tianyu Group, and Tianyu Group is ranked first in Huacheng and the whole country. This painting was also prepared by the store owner for Zhao Honglong.

"Have the goods arrived?" Zhao Honglong looked at him without looking at him. He raised his head slightly and stretched out his hand gently. His subordinate immediately handed a cigar and pointed it respectfully. Zhao Honglong had never seen the shop owner throughout the whole process, and he looked very arrogant.

"It's here, they're carrying it. I don't dare to neglect such a good painting." The shop owner nodded and bowed.

Looking at the painting carefully, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the flowers on the other side are blooming in the ink. On the branches, a canary stretches out her arms. In the sun, the canary in the painting appears vividly, as if she is about to fly over the branches.

Zhao Honglong nodded with satisfaction. He was not an antique expert, but because of his interest, he had some experience.

The shop owner observed the look of satisfaction on Zhao Honglong's face and immediately boasted, "Young Master Zhao, this painting is hard to come by! I have used a lot of effort to get it. It's only a million yuan, and I can only make some hard money."

After seeing it, Zhao Honglong waved his hand casually: "Pack up."

One million is just a drizzle for him.

"Okay!" The shop owner was suddenly overjoyed, his face looked like a pug, and he almost licked Zhao Honglong.

"This painting is worth at most 100." Zhang Chen, who had been no one caring, said suddenly.

"What are you talking nonsense about, you poor boy? This painting was carefully selected by me with a few experts. What is only worth one hundred?" The shop owner glared at Zhang Chen like a cat with a trampled tail. The business was about to be done, but the boy was delayed by one sentence: "If you talk nonsense again, I will pull your tongue."

Zhang Chen was determined to avenge the revenge, and he said, "A fake person threatened me, please try touching me? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Seeing Zhang Chen so fearless, the store owner replied subconsciously.

"I am your father, and you can't even recognize your father. Not only do you have any problems with your character, but you are also unfilial."

"Damn?" The shop owner's face turned red, and he wanted to slap this poor boy to death. It was just that Zhao Honglong was present and he didn't do anything.

Zhang Chen patted the dust on his body, stood up, walked to the painting casually, and looked at it carefully.

The special ability only told him that the painting was worth 100, but he didn't tell him why it was worth only 100, so Zhang Chen could only find the loopholes by himself.

But it doesn't matter. Even if you can't say it, you'll just run away by then. These guys don't know who they are.

At the same time, Zhao Honglong was looking at Zhang Chen with great interest.

The shop owner said, "Young Master Zhao, this guy is here to make trouble on purpose. Let's sit in the room..."

"No, I'll see what this kid can say." Zhao Honglong said lightly.

The shop owner said oh, and said anxiously: "Young Master Zhao, look at the boy, you don't look like a person who knows the goods! If he could tell why this painting was fake, let him take one of the things in my shop!"
Chapter completed!