"Brother Fan, what should we do?" Big Bear followed at this time.
As long as Chen Fan says something, these goods will not be able to leave the port.
Chen Fan waved his hand: "Let it go."
"Yes!" Daxiong nodded and directly asked the workers to start loading the containers onto the giant ship at the port.
The guy following the car also watched the loading process, fearing that Chen Fan would suddenly open the containers.
It wasn't until after loading that the giant ship arrived at the designated time to leave, that the man following the car left.
"Brother Fan, are we really going to let those cultural relics go this time?" After seeing those people leaving, Daxiong and Liang Chao came to Chen Fan and asked.
"Brother Fan, if you turn the ship around now, it's probably still too late." Liang Chao reminded.
Chen Fan glanced at the nervous two people and smiled calmly: "What he put there is not a cultural relic at all."
"Not a cultural relic?" Upon hearing this, Daxiong and Liang Chao were both stunned.
Chen Fan explained: "Do you think I will let them lose cultural relics abroad? Those things are our treasures."
"How do you know what's in that container is not a cultural relic?" Liang Chao's face was full of doubts.
"If it's a cultural relic, why do they need to put it into a container? They just want me to open the container. Moreover, the weight lifted by the crane is also different from this volume. If I expected it to be correct, it should be all steel.
A kind of item." Chen Fan expressed his analysis.
In fact, these are what Chen Fan saw just now. In that container, all the prohibited guns were packed.
If he opened it without permission, if the police came or someone took a photo, he might not be able to escape even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Big Bear seemed to understand something: "Brother Fan, they gave us one billion. Could it be that these one billion are just to test us?"
"Whether it's a test or not, the competition between us has begun, and there is no way out." Chen Fan responded.
"Brother Fan, what if they sell goods again next time? Should we still ignore it?" Da Xiong asked.
Chen Fan fell into silence. Daxiong said it right. What if they take away goods next time? There will always be a time when they take away cultural relics.
"Well, if only we knew where their cultural relics came from, and cut off their supply directly, wouldn't they be able to leave?" Liang Chao said with a sigh.
It was Liang Chao's words that made Chen Fan's eyes suddenly light up and a smile appeared on his face.
Chen Fan reached out and patted Liang Chao on the shoulder: "Your brain has made a contribution this time."
"Ah?" Liang Chao didn't understand for a while and was a little confused by Chen Fan's praise.
Chen Fan did not stay at the port for long and drove directly to the Sixth Hospital to pick up Qin Shuran and go home.
However, what made Chen Fan a little depressed was that when he arrived at the Sixth Hospital, he found that Qin Shuran had already gone back with Sun Xiao.
Chen Fan was speechless for a while. If Sun Xiao was a boy, he would definitely think that Sun Xiao was up to no good. Unfortunately, she was a girl, which made Chen Fan have no temper at all.
When he got home, there was some food left on the table, so Chen Fan simply took a bite.
Finding that Sun Xiao was staying at his house again, Chen Fan had no choice but to go back to his room to rest.
The next morning, when Chen Fan got up, Qin Shuran and Sun Xiao had already left. Since Sun Xiao moved in, all the work of transporting Qin Shuran to and from get off work became Sun Xiao's.
Chen Fan really didn't know what Sun Xiao was thinking. With so much work in the company and so busy every day, how could he still have time to pick up and drop off Qin Shuran.
After simply eating some breakfast, Chen Fan did not go to the hospital. Instead, he called Daxiong and asked him to send him a bronze antique.
The valuable antique calligraphy and paintings left by Jin Shiran were all kept in that private club, and they came in handy now.
Chen Fan came to the antique street of Jiangcheng City alone.
Chen Fan still remembered that the last time he came here, he came with Qin Shuran to buy a birthday gift for Mr. Qin.
At this time, the morning market in the antique street has ended, and there are not many people on the street.
Soon, an exquisite wooden box held in Chen Fan's arms attracted some people's attention.
"Brother, do you want to sell something? Do you want me to give you a hand? Don't worry, the price I give is absolutely fair!"
Suddenly, a young man stopped in front of Chen Fan and asked politely.
Chen Fan looked at the other party, and then looked around: "Boss, you may not dare to accept what I want to sell."
When the man heard this, his face was full of disdain: "Brother, you are just an outsider. There is nothing in Jiangcheng Antique Street that I, Zhu Laoqi, dare not collect. You can take it out with confidence and boldness. As long as it is genuine, I guarantee that the price will be fair."
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"Really? You won't call the police to arrest me then, will you?" Chen Fan was still a little wary.
Chen Fan's appearance successfully aroused the man's interest: "Brother, this thing of yours couldn't have just been dug out of the ground, right?"
As if being told something that was on his mind, Chen Fan looked around nervously.
Seeing this reaction, the man became more sure of his thoughts. He approached Chen Fan and said, "Brother, don't worry, I don't care about the origin of the things. As long as your things are good, I can collect them here."
"Okay, okay, I'll let you take a look." After saying this, Chen Fan agreed to open the wooden box.
After finding a safe place with the man, Chen Fan slowly opened the wooden box and saw an inscription Man Gong Shuang Yang Gong inside.
"Bronze!" The man's face was filled with shock when he saw the exquisite bronze in the wooden box.
Especially here, there is still some soil that has not been cleaned up, as if it had just been dug out of the ground not long ago.
"How is it? Is it valuable?" Chen Fan asked nervously.
The man put away his shocked look, then looked at Chen Fan and said: "The quality of your thing is good, but it hasn't lasted long, so it's just a Qing Dynasty thing, so it's not worth much."
"How much is it worth?" Chen Fan asked.
The man held out five fingers.
"Five hundred thousand?" Chen Fan blurted out.
Hearing this, the man almost stumbled to the ground and rolled his eyes at Chen Fan: "What are you talking about? Five hundred thousand, five hundred at most!"
"Items from the Qing Dynasty, or bronzes, are only worth five hundred?" Chen Fan was dumbfounded.
"What I offer is a high price." The man spoke again, looking like he didn't want to sell.
But how could Chen Fan believe it? He immediately said: "I have heard that anything from after the Song Dynasty can be traded. Since it is from the Qing Dynasty, I will ask again and maybe I can sell it for a little more.
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With that said, Chen Fan was about to leave.
Seeing Chen Fan was about to leave, the man could no longer pretend, and quickly grabbed Chen Fan: "Brother, brother, let me be your friend. You have to know that bronzes are not easy to sell now, not to mention you.
Things that have just been unearthed are considered contraband."
Then he pretended to be heartbroken and said: "In this case, I will give you another five hundred or one thousand yuan!"