"Yes, I will!" Zhuang Zhong solemnly expressed to Sister Yu.

"Then... I'll leave first." Xu Jing had obviously thought about it, and was a little unsure whether it was right or wrong to give the key to Zhuang Zheng. However, he gave it to Zhuang Zheng willingly just now, and Xu Jing knew this clearly.

"Okay, goodbye." Zhuang Zhong waved to Xu Jing.

Xu Jing nodded, turned around and walked towards the door.

When he reached the door and was about to go out, Xu Jing suddenly said: "Zhuang Zheng, let's... just be friends, okay?"

Zhuang Zhong was stunned for a moment, then understood what Xu Jing meant, and with mixed feelings in his heart, he said softly: "Okay."

Xu Jing closed the door with relief and went to work.

Zhuang Zhong stared blankly at Xu Jing's retreating figure, knowing that Xu Jing had given it to him and also to Zhuang Zhong.

As friends, there is no need for anyone to be responsible for anyone.

In fact, this was exactly what Zhuang Zhong wanted, but for some reason, Zhuang Zhong always felt a little empty in his heart.

I lay on the bed and slept for another hour, then solemnly put on my clothes and prepared to leave.

The three million check has not been cashed yet, so Zhuang Zheng has to find another bank to cash it.

Just as Zhuang Zhong was getting dressed, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Zhuang Zheng took the phone and looked at it strangely, but it was Fan Zhiyi calling.

"Hey, what do you want from me? Is Fan Zhiqi up to something again?" asked solemnly.

"Hey, Boss Zhuang. That's not true. I'm here to tell you some good news." Fan Zhiyi said excitedly on the phone.

"Good news?" Zhuang Zheng was a little confused.

"Yeah, you can't guess it." Fan Zhiyi still pretended to be mysterious.

Zhuang Zheng immediately became anxious: "Do you want to talk or not? I still have things to do. I'm hanging up."

"No, no, no, I said, I said it's not okay yet. Well, I just received the news that Fan Zhiqi's antique shop on Dongtai Road is going to be sold! Boss Zhuang, do you think this is good news?"

Zhuang Zheng was stunned after hearing this.

Fan Zhiqi’s antique shop is for sale? What rhythm is Fan Zhiqi following?

But after thinking about it for a moment, Zhuang Zheng came to understand.

It must have been the case that Jubaozhai purchased a bunch of fake agarwood. As a result, the reputation of Jubaozhai was damaged.

In addition, Fan Zhiqi had a lot of authority reduced by his family, so he no longer wanted to deal with antiques. So he thought of selling them for cash.

"Well, that's good news." Zhuang nodded, "But what does this have to do with me?"

"Why is it none of your business? Think about it, Jubaozhai has accumulated some reputation over the years. Although its reputation has been damaged due to this incident, it can be repaired with just a few changes."

Fan Zhiyi said.

"You mean... we buy Jubaozhai?" Zhuang Zhong instantly guessed what Fan Zhiyi was thinking.

"Gao! As expected of the boss, you can guess what I think!"

"Go away and stop flattering. Do you know how much Jubaozhai is worth? Do you have the funds?" Zhuang Zhong poured a ladle of cold water on Fan Zhiyi angrily.

For a large-scale old antique store like Jubaozhai, let’s not talk about the appearance or reputation, just talk about the antiques in the store. The cost price is tens of millions, let alone the premium.

Zhuang Zhong only has 3 million on his body, and Fan Zhiyi, a dandy, has spent a lot of money and can't save much even if he thinks about it. But where can he get this amount of money?

"Hehe, Boss Zhuang, I have thought of what you said. Originally, I was not prepared to take a trip into this muddy water, but I heard that Fan Zhiqi has sold the valuable antiques in the store separately, and the rest are

Some worthless things. I asked someone to inquire about it, and together with the store, it was sold for six to seven million. With a little negotiation on the price, I think it is not a big problem for the two brothers to win it together. "

Six to seven million? When he heard it solemnly, he was also moved.

As the saying goes, gold in troubled times is the same as antiques in prosperous times. It means that in troubled times, hard currency like gold maintains its value. But in prosperous times, the value of antiques far exceeds gold, because in prosperous times, people prefer to collect and collect.

The base is also large, unlike in troubled times and wars, where even if you collect it you can't save it and everything is wasted.

Moreover, Chinese collections have become very popular in recent years and enjoy a high reputation internationally. In this era, there is nothing better than opening an antique store.

With Zhuang Zheng's rich knowledge and his Feng Shui eye for identifying spiritual antiques, it is not a simple matter to find treasures from the trash.

What Fan Zhiyi said is indeed feasible.

"What you said is not bad. But for an antique store, an experienced shopkeeper is the most important thing. You and I can't stay in the store every day, right?" he said solemnly.

"Shopkeeper, it's not that simple. Jubaozhai was sold and the original shopkeeper lost his job. If we just invite him here, it's over." Fan Zhiyi said nonchalantly.

The original shopkeeper of Jubaozhai, the shopkeeper Zhao who was deceived by Zhuang Zhong, now thinks about it, he is a good housekeeper. He has rich experience. If he had not met Zhuang Zhong, he would definitely not have been deceived. Moreover, he is a cunning businessman and can always win over customers.

With a small amount of money, although the owner of this kind of business cannot be 100% profitable, at least he will not lose money.

"Well, that shopkeeper Zhao is a good candidate. Let's go to Dongtai Road for a while and try to take down Jubaozhai. In terms of expenses, I can only pay three million, and the remaining money will be

You're out, how are you?" Zhuang Zhong asked Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi originally wanted to get Zhuang Zhong to join the group. When he heard Zhuang Zhong agreed, he naturally responded hurriedly: "Okay, let's meet at Dongtai intersection then!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He tidied up solemnly, put the sheets he had messed with last night into the washing machine, tidied up the messy home, then locked the door and left Xu Jing's house.

I took a taxi and headed straight to Dongtai Road.

Xu Jing's residence is quite close to Dongtai Road, and it only took ten minutes to get there.

Zhuang Zhong touched his body and took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the driver. The driver reluctantly took the money and muttered that he had no change. After rummaging for a long time, he pulled out a large handful of coins and gave it to Zhuang Zhong.

He stuffed the coins into his pocket solemnly and silently, and when he walked, they jingled, as if he was carrying a bell.

When I walked into Dongtai Road, I looked around, but I didn't see Fan Zhiyi. When I called, I realized that Fan Zhiyi was still stuck in the road and it would take half an hour to get here.

Zhuang Zhong was bored, so he could only go and look for the wind to see if there were many people who wanted to take over the Jubaozhai.

When I got closer, I saw a piece of paper on the door of Jubaozhai saying "Closed for business, for sale in our store". Jubaozhai only had half of the door open, and some boys were carrying antiques in the store, presumably to be delivered to Fan Zhiqi.

There.

Zhuang Zhong was observing attentively when he suddenly felt a collision behind him. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, he saw a fashionably dressed man walking past him. Besides the man's fashionable attire, there was a large gold chain around his neck that was as thick as his little finger, which made Zhuang Zheng burst into laughter.

What is Tuhao Jin? This is the real Tuhao Jin. However, this person is too rude, isn't he? Why didn't he even say sorry when he bumped into someone?
Chapter completed!