While they were talking, Zhao Xiaoyu hurriedly came to Yunjin Mountain, and Chen Kang and Shen Lingfang also arrived at the same time.

"Meng Yao, I thought something had really happened to you!"

Zhao Xiaoyu looked excited. After Chen Mengyao disappeared, he quickly informed Chen Kang and Shen Lingfang of the matter.

They were also very anxious, and they were relieved when they learned that Chen Mengyao was at the Yunjinshan Villa.

"What happened to Mengyao!" Chen Kang frowned slightly: "What happened today?"

"Dad, nothing happened!"

Chen Mengyao smiled: "Look, I'm fine. What happened?"

After saying this, Chen Mengyao winked at Zhao Xiaoyu.

Zhao Xiaoyu quickly smiled and said: "Uncle and aunt, it seems I made a mistake. Mengyao is fine!"

Chen Kang and Shen Lingfang were surprised and even more puzzled.

But Chen Mengyao was fine, so they were relieved.

"Why are you here?" Shen Lingfang glanced at Chu Chen.

"This is my home, it shouldn't be weird that I'm here!"

Chu Chen smiled awkwardly. When Shen Lingfang asked him this question, he instantly lost confidence.

"This is the Yunjinshan Villa, how can it be your home!" Shen Lingfang glanced at it: "I think whoever borrowed it from you for a few days, you regarded this as your own home!"

"mom!"

Chen Mengyao's face was ugly, and she was quite dissatisfied with Shen Lingfang's face.

"Okay, okay, mom won't tell me!"

Shen Lingfang waved her hand: "But tomorrow is your grandma's birthday, and we have already booked a hotel, so don't forget it!"

Chen Mengyao was slightly startled before she realized what she was doing.

There were so many things going on recently that he had forgotten about it.

Chen Kang said a few words to Shen Lingfang and left directly.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xiaoyu frowned and said, "Mengyao, are you really okay?"

"Of course it's okay!" Chen Mengyao shook his head and said, "But thanks to him today! Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have died in the Li family in the provincial capital."

"Did he rescue you from the Li family?"

Zhao Xiaoyu was in disbelief and looked at Chu Chen at the same time.

"Why, who else besides me?" Chu Chen said bluntly.

"I really didn't expect that you are so humble!"

Zhao Xiaoyu patted Chu Chen: "What kind of existence is the Li family in the provincial capital? You can actually let them release people. It seems that the power behind this is beyond imagination!"

Chu Chen shrugged and did not answer the question.

It was obvious that Zhao Xiaoyu was trying to trick Chu Chen, so how could Chu Chen care.

After a short conversation, everyone fell asleep.

Chen Mengyao went to work early in the morning.

Zhao Xiaoyu was still lying on the bed, looking quite lazy and stretching at the same time.

"Is it time to get up?" Chu Chen said: "The sun is shining on my butt!"

"I'm not going to work today. I've already asked for leave from my dad!" Zhao Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "Can't you just sleep in?"

"It's Mrs. Chen's birthday tonight, and I am also her grandson-in-law. Shouldn't I prepare a gift?" Chu Chen said.

"That's the reason, but what are you going to give me as a gift?"

Zhao Xiaoyu said: "I heard that Mrs. Chen likes antiques the most."

"Then go to the antique street!"

Chu Chen pulled Zhao Xiaoyu up: "Come with me!"

Zhao Xiaoyu was quite reluctant, but it was difficult to say no.

When he came to the antique street, Chu Chen looked at it casually. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance whether the antiques were genuine or fake.

“If you really want to buy something good, you should go to an antique store!”

Zhao Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "Most of the antique streets in this street are fake."

"You are wrong. Although the items that can be placed in antique stores are treasures, they are not truly unique!"

Chu Chen said bluntly: "Otherwise, no one would be willing to sell it!"

"What you said is quite right!"

Zhao Xiaoyu nodded: "But in this antique street, if you choose something at random, if you get a fake one, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

"With my eyesight, I can certainly see it!"

Chu Chen looked indifferent and looked confident.

Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't say much. The last time he was at the art exhibition, Chu Chen showed his amazing eyesight. He must be right.

After passing several stalls, Chu Chen shook his head and found nothing useful.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Xiaoyu also shook his head. As he said, it is not that easy to find a treasure in this antique street.

After passing several stalls, Chu Chen came to a nearby shop and found that most of the shops were fakes, and he instantly lost interest.

“Little brother, everything in this shop is genuine!”

The boss smiled and said: "If you like anything, I can give you a 20% discount!"

Chu Chen waved his hand, but didn't care. He didn't like a bunch of fakes at all.

"Boss, do you collect antiques here?"

The lean old man came to the store, holding a black bag in his hand, which seemed to be tightly wrapped.

"Of course!" The shop owner nodded: "But you are a dirty old man, where did you get the antiques from?"

"This is inherited from my family!"

The old man kept saying, and then he took away the black bag and wrapped it in cloth. Finally, a blue and white porcelain bowl was taken out, which looked simple and unpretentious.

"Is this something passed down from ancestors?"

The shop owner glanced at it: "It looks like a high imitation at first glance!"

"Boss, if it weren't for a family emergency, I wouldn't sell my ancestral items!"

The old man quickly said: "If you don't accept it, forget it!"

The old man turned around and left, but did not want to say anything. He was also quite concerned about the blue and white porcelain in his hand.

"Old man, how do you sell this porcelain bowl of yours?"

Chu Chen suddenly stepped forward and stopped the old man.

"I don't want much, just give me eight thousand eighty!"

The lean old man said bluntly: "If I hadn't been unable to wait, it wouldn't have been so cheap!"

"This bowl must be fake!"

Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and said: "Don't be fooled, there are people in the antique street who sell fakes!"

"No problem!"

Chu Chen waved his hand and took out a pile: "This is ten thousand yuan, I want this porcelain bowl!"

"This kid really knows his stuff!"

The lean old man was overjoyed and hurriedly took the money. He seemed quite satisfied.

After Chu Chen got the porcelain bowl, he instantly showed joy.

If this thing doesn't have any eyesight, it's obvious that it won't be able to see the mystery behind it.

Although the shop owner runs an antique shop, he still lacks vision.

"You really bought it!" Zhao Xiaoyu looked ugly.

Although ten thousand yuan is not much, it would be ridiculous to buy a broken porcelain bowl.

When the time comes, I really give it to Mrs. Chen, and Chen Mengyao will also be embarrassed.

"This is an early blue and white porcelain bowl. It can be said to be the best among the best!"

Chu Chen said: "It's worth at least five million!"
Chapter completed!