Seeing Chen Fan's hesitation, the man frowned slightly: "Brother, I dare to say this, in the entire antique street, no one except me dares to accept this kind of thing. After all, no one would buy it for a mere thousand yuan.
Throw yourself into it, right?"
Chen Fan thought for a moment, then reluctantly held out two fingers: "Two thousand, if I can, I'll sell it to you!"
"Brother, two thousand?! You thing."
At this point, the man sighed again: "Oh, okay, just treat me as my brother, two thousand for two thousand, but you have to agree to one condition."
"What conditions?" Chen Fan asked.
The man glanced around, approached Chen Fan and said, "Tell me where this thing was dug out."
"I didn't dig it, it's an ancestral inheritance in my family." Chen Fan argued.
"Tch, brother, do you think I'm a fool? There's dirt on this. How could it be passed down from your family? Tell me where it was dug, and I'll give you another two thousand." The man seduced.
He held out two fingers.
Chen Fan's eyes almost widened: "Give me four thousand yuan?"
"Of course." The man nodded.
Chen Fan stretched out his hand: "Give it to me first, and then I can tell you."
The man didn't say anything else, he immediately opened his wallet and took out four thousand yuan for Chen Fan.
Looking at the money in his hand, Chen Fan pointed in a direction: "It's next to a private club in the south of the city. There is a park there, surrounded by courtyards."
As soon as the man heard this, he knew what place Chen Fan was talking about. There was a courtyard house and a park, and there was only one place in Jiangcheng.
"Brother, please don't lie to me, otherwise, as long as you are in Jiangcheng, I will find a way to find you." The man changed his attitude and put his arm around Chen Fan's shoulders.
"No, no, I've already received the money, how could I lie to you?" Chen Fan shook his head quickly.
The man was very satisfied with Chen Fan's reaction. He patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, reached out to take the wooden box, and then turned around and left.
Seeing the man's leaving figure, Chen Fan's lips curved up, and he immediately followed him.
The man got such a treasure and thought that he would make a fortune immediately, so he couldn't restrain the excitement on his face.
This is not a bronze from the Qing Dynasty, but a proper bronze cultural relic from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
It was precisely because the man was so proud and excited that he didn't notice that there was a figure following behind him.
The man held the wooden box and walked directly into an alley in the antique street, and then entered a seemingly small store.
Chen Fan did not choose to follow him. After all, few people came to this kind of place. If Chen Fan chose to walk in, he would definitely attract the other person's attention.
Opposite the alley, there happened to be a teahouse. Chen Fan walked in and chose a seat by the window on the second floor and sat down.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Chen Fan looked at the store in the alley.
But Chen Fan didn't notice that when he entered the teahouse, someone noticed him.
In Chen Fan's field of vision, the man just walked into the store, chatted with the waiter at the door for a few words, and was then taken into the backyard.
Chen Fan was also surprised when he saw the backyard. Although the store was small, the backyard was very bright. There was also a two-story building located in it, and the man was brought into that building.
Because the distance was too far, Chen Fan could only see an outline. In this small building, there were various antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and the figure of a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
"Boy, it is indeed you." However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was stunned, withdrew his gaze, and turned to look behind him.
Seeing the figures behind him, Chen Fan smiled jokingly: "Boss Xue, I didn't expect that we are so destined to meet again."
The person who came was none other than Xue Changrong, the owner of Zhenbao Pavilion who had his pumpkin pot stolen by Chen Fan last time.
Xue Changrong asked with a cold face: "Boy, where is my pumpkin pot? Hand it over and I can make you suffer less."
Chen Fan discovered that at this moment, another group of people came to the second floor and were walking towards them. They were obviously helpers brought in by Xue Changrong.
"The pumpkin pot has been given away." Chen Fan responded truthfully.
"Giving it to someone? Boy, you, you actually gave something worth 200 million to someone?! Who did you give it to? Get it back, otherwise, I guarantee you will become a useless person in the future!" Xue Changrong pointed at Chen Fan.
He threatened fiercely.
"I don't have the guts to ask for it. How about you try?"
"Who did you give it to?"
"Old man of the Qin family."
"Qin family? Which Qin family?" Xue Changrong didn't even remember who the other party was for a moment.
Chen Fan smiled jokingly: "Boss Xue, is it possible that there is a second Qin family in all of South China?"
After hearing this, Xue Changrong finally reacted and looked at Chen Fan in shock: "You said, you gave it to the old man of the Qin family?!"
"Yes, you can ask about this matter. It should not be a secret in the collecting world." Chen Fan responded, spreading his hands.
"Boy, you, you took my things and gave them gifts!" Xue Changrong was almost mad. You know, that thing is his entire net worth!
"Your stuff? Boss Xue, if I remember correctly, you lost that pumpkin pot to me."
Xue Changrong pointed at Chen Fan excitedly: "Lost to you? Who can testify?"
"If you don't get the pumpkin pot back to me today, I will make it impossible for you to come out like this!"
"Really?" Chen Fan glanced contemptuously at the thugs walking behind Xue Changrong.
All other customers on the second floor were also cleared out by these people.
"Boy, I will let them smash your bones bit by bit. If you dare to go against me, Xue Changrong, I will let you know what life is worse than death."
After being tricked by Chen Fan twice, not only was his pumpkin pot worth 200 million stolen, but he also lost a lot of money at the auction. How could Xue Changrong let Chen Fan go?
"Unfortunately, I am not the one who is about to suffer, nor am I the one who feels that life is worse than death." Chen Fan responded with a calm smile.
"Haha, kid, if it wasn't you, could it be me?" Xue Changrong sneered with disdain.
"That's not necessarily the case." Chen Fan said, looking at the thugs approaching.
"Boss Xue, our people are all here, what unattractive thing do you want to pack away?" A man led everyone to Xue Changrong and asked.
Xue Changrong pointed at Chen Fan who was drinking tea leisurely: "This is the boy. Break his legs first. When I get my things back, I will make him lie in bed for the rest of his life!"
"Don't worry, Boss Xue, we will definitely make you satisfied with our work." The man said and looked at Chen Fan.
Just after the man saw Chen Fan's appearance clearly, the last word seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.