"Brother Fan, what should we do?" Da Xiong caught up at this moment.
With just one word from Chen Fan, these goods wouldn't be able to leave the port.
Chen Fan waved his hand, "Let them pass."
"Yes!" Da Xiong nodded and immediately had the workers start loading the containers onto the giant ship at the port.
The attendant who accompanied the truck watched the entire loading process, afraid that Chen Fan would suddenly open the containers.
Only after the ship had sailed at the scheduled time did the attendant leave.
"Brother Fan, are we really letting those cultural relics leave this time?" Da Xiong and Liang Chao came to Chen Fan's side and asked after the others had left.
"Brother Fan, if we make the ship turn back now, it should still be in time," Liang Chao reminded him.
Chen Fan glanced at the two nervous men and smiled calmly, "What he put inside is not cultural relics at all."
"Not cultural relics?" Hearing this, Da Xiong and Liang Chao were both stunned.
Chen Fan explained, "Do you think I would stand by and let them lose our cultural treasures to foreign countries? Those things are our treasures."
"How do you know those containers don't contain cultural relics?" Liang Chao asked, full of doubt.
"If they were cultural relics, why would they put them in containers? They're doing this simply to make me open the containers. Besides, the weight lifted by the crane is different from this volume. If I'm not mistaken, it should be filled with steel or similar items," Chen Fan stated his analysis.
In fact, Chen Fan had seen it earlier. The containers were filled with illegal firearms.
If he had opened them without authorization, and the police had come, or someone had taken a photo, he would never be able to clear his name.
Da Xiong seemed to understand something, "Brother Fan, they gave us a billion. Was this billion just to test us?"
"Regardless of whether it's a test or not, the confrontation between us has begun, and there's no turning back," Chen Fan replied.
"Brother Fan, what if they try to ship goods again next time? Will we still not intervene?" Da Xiong asked.
Chen Fan fell silent. Da Xiong was right. What if they tried to ship goods again next time? Sooner or later, they would try to ship cultural relics.
"Sigh, if only we knew where they got their cultural relics from. If we could cut off their supply, they wouldn't be able to ship them," Liang Chao sighed.
It was Liang Chao's remark that made Chen Fan's eyes light up, and a smile appeared on his face.
Chen Fan reached out and patted Liang Chao's shoulder, "Your brain has performed a great service this time."
"Ah?" Liang Chao was momentarily confused, bewildered by Chen Fan's praise.
Chen Fan did not linger at the port. He drove directly to the Sixth Hospital to pick up Qin Shuran and go home.
However, to Chen Fan's annoyance, when he arrived at the Sixth Hospital, he found that Qin Shuran had already gone home with Sun Xiao.
Chen Fan was speechless. If Sun Xiao were a man, he would definitely suspect ulterior motives, but unfortunately, she was a woman, which left Chen Fan with no recourse.
Returning home, there were some leftover dishes on the table. Chen Fan ate a simple meal.
Discovering that Sun Xiao was staying at his place again, Chen Fan reluctantly went to his room to rest.
The next morning, Chen Fan woke up to find that Qin Shuran and Sun Xiao had already left. Since Sun Xiao moved in, the task of picking up and dropping off Qin Shuran at work had been entirely taken over by Sun Xiao.
Chen Fan really didn't understand what Sun Xiao was thinking. With so much work at the company and being so busy every day, how did she still have time to pick up and drop off Qin Shuran?
After a simple breakfast, Chen Fan did not go to the hospital. Instead, he called Da Xiong and asked him to bring him a bronze antique.
The valuable antiques and calligraphy left by Jin Shiran were all stored in that private club, and now was the perfect time to use them.
Chen Fan drove to Jiangcheng's antique street alone.
Chen Fan remembered that the last time he came here was with Qin Shuran, to buy a birthday gift for Grandpa Qin.
The morning market on the antique street had already ended, and there were few people on the street.
Soon, a delicate wooden box that Chen Fan was holding attracted the attention of some people.
"Brother, are you looking to sell something? How about letting me take a look? Don't worry, I'll give you a fair price!"
Suddenly, a young man blocked Chen Fan's path and asked politely.
Chen Fan sized him up and then looked around, "Boss, the thing I want to sell, you probably wouldn't dare to buy."
The man sneered, "Brother, you're being naive. There's nothing in Jiangcheng's antique street that I, Zhu Lao Qi, wouldn't dare to buy. Just take it out with confidence. As long as it's genuine, I guarantee a fair price."
"Genuine? You won't call the police and arrest me later, will you?" Chen Fan was still a bit wary.
Chen Fan's demeanor successfully piqued the man's interest, "Brother, this thing of yours, didn't you just dig it out of the ground?"
As if his thoughts were read, Chen Fan looked around nervously.
Seeing this reaction, the man became even more convinced of his thoughts and leaned closer to Chen Fan, "Brother, don't worry. I don't care about the origin of the item. As long as your item is good, I'll buy it."
"Alright, okay, I'll let you see it." With that, Chen Fan finally agreed to open the wooden box.
Finding a secluded spot with the man, Chen Fan slowly opened the wooden box. Inside was a bronze wine vessel with intricate inscriptions and two sheep.
"A bronze artifact!" Seeing the exquisite bronze artifact in the wooden box, the man was shocked.
Especially since there was still some uncleared dirt on it, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.
"How is it? Is it valuable?" Chen Fan asked nervously.
The man suppressed his shock and then looked at Chen Fan, "This item of yours is of good quality, but it's not very old, probably from the Qing Dynasty. It's not worth much."
"How much is it worth then?" Chen Fan asked.
The man held up five fingers.
"Fifty thousand?" Chen Fan blurted out.
Hearing this, the man almost stumbled and fell to the ground. He gave Chen Fan a look, "What fifty thousand? Five hundred at most!"
"An item from the Qing Dynasty, and it's a bronze artifact, only worth five hundred?" Chen Fan was dumbfounded.
"I'm offering a high price," the man said again, acting as if he didn't care whether Chen Fan sold it or not.
But how could Chen Fan believe him? He immediately said, "I've heard that anything after the Song Dynasty can be traded. Since it's from the Qing Dynasty, I'll ask around again. Maybe I can sell it for more."
Saying that, Chen Fan prepared to leave.
Seeing Chen Fan about to leave, the man could no longer maintain his facade and quickly grabbed Chen Fan, "Brother, brother, let's be friends. You need to know that bronze artifacts are not easy to sell these days, let alone something that's just been unearthed, which is considered contraband."
Then, feigning heartache, he added, "How about this, I'll add another five hundred to it. One thousand yuan!"