Chen Fan fell into hesitation.
Seeing Chen Fan's indecision, the man frowned slightly, "Brother, I dare say, in the entire antique street, besides me, no one dares to buy this kind of thing. After all, who would risk themselves for a mere thousand yuan? You see, right?"
Chen Fan pondered for a moment, then reluctantly extended two fingers, "Two thousand, if you agree, I'll sell it to you!"
"Brother, two thousand?! This item of yours..."
At this point, the man sighed again, "Alas, fine, consider it me making a friend. Two thousand it is. But you have to promise me one condition."
"What condition?" Chen Fan asked.
The man glanced around and leaned closer to Chen Fan, "Tell me, where did you dig this thing up from."
"I didn't dig it up, it's an heirloom from my family," Chen Fan lied.
"Tch, brother, do you think I'm an idiot? This still has dirt on it. How could it be an heirloom from your family? Tell me, where did you dig it up, and I'll give you another two thousand." The man enticed, extending two fingers.
Chen Fan's eyes almost popped out, "You'll give me four thousand yuan?"
"Of course," the man nodded.
Chen Fan extended his hand, "Give me the money first, then I'll tell you."
The man said no more, 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's a park there, and it's surrounded by siheyuan."
The man heard this and knew exactly where Chen Fan was referring to. With a siheyuan and a park, there was only one such place in Jiangcheng.
"Brother, don't lie to me, or I'll find you, no matter where you are in Jiangcheng," the man said, changing his demeanor and putting an arm around Chen Fan's shoulder.
"No, no, I've already taken the money, how could I lie to you?" Chen Fan quickly shook his head.
Chen Fan's reaction satisfied the man. He patted Chen Fan's shoulder, took the wooden box, and then turned to leave.
Seeing the man's receding back, a smile curved Chen Fan's lips, and he followed.
The man, having obtained such a treasure, thought of getting rich immediately and couldn't suppress the excitement on his face.
This was not some Qing Dynasty bronze artifact, but a genuine bronze cultural relic from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
It was precisely because the man was too smug and excited that he didn't notice a figure following behind him.
The man, holding the wooden box, walked directly into an alley in the antique street and then entered a seemingly small shop.
Chen Fan did not choose to follow. After all, few people frequented such places, and if Chen Fan went in, he would definitely attract attention.
Opposite the alley, there was a teahouse. Chen Fan walked in and chose a window seat on the second floor.
Holding his breath, Chen Fan's gaze fell upon the shop in the alley.
However, Chen Fan didn't notice that as soon as he entered the teahouse, someone else had noticed him.
In Chen Fan's view, the man from before walked into the shop, exchanged a few words with the shop assistant at the door, and was then led to the backyard.
Seeing the backyard, Chen Fan was also surprised. Although the shop was small, the backyard was very spacious, with a two-story building situated within it. The man was indeed led into that building.
Due to the distance, Chen Fan could only see a general outline. Inside the building, various antiques, calligraphy, and paintings were displayed, and a middle-aged man was sitting on a sofa, drinking tea.
"Kid, it really is you." However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was startled, withdrew his gaze, and turned to look behind him.
Seeing the figures behind him, Chen Fan smiled playfully, "Boss Xue, I didn't expect us to be so destined to meet again."
The newcomer was none other than Xue Changrong, the owner of Zhenbao Pavilion, who Chen Fan had previously swindled out of a gourd-shaped pot.
Xue Changrong questioned with a cold face, "Kid, where's my gourd pot? Hand it over, and I can let you suffer less."
Chen Fan noticed that at this moment, another group of people had arrived on the second floor and were walking towards them, clearly helpers hired by Xue Changrong.
"The gourd pot has already been given away," Chen Fan replied truthfully.
"Given away? Kid, you... you actually gave away something worth two hundred million?! To whom? Get it back, or I guarantee you'll become a cripple from now on!" Xue Changrong pointed at Chen Fan and threatened him fiercely.
"I don't have the guts to ask for it back. Why don't you try?"
"Who did you give it to?"
"Old Master Qin."
"The Qin family? Which Qin family?" Xue Changrong couldn't recall who it was for a moment.
Chen Fan smiled playfully, "Boss Xue, in the entire South China, is there another Qin family?"
Hearing this, Xue Changrong finally reacted and looked at Chen Fan in shock, "You're saying you gave it to Old Master Qin?!"
"That's right. You can inquire about it. It shouldn't be much of a secret in the collecting world," Chen Fan replied with a shrug.
"Kid, you... you used my item to give a gift!" Xue Changrong was almost driven mad. That item was his entire fortune!
"Your item? Boss Xue, if I remember correctly, that gourd pot was lost to me by you."
Xue Changrong excitedly pointed at Chen Fan, "Lost to you? Who can testify?"
"If you don't get the gourd pot back for me today, I won't let you leave this place!"
"Oh really?" Chen Fan glanced dismissively at the thugs approaching behind Xue Changrong.
The other customers on the second floor had also been cleared out by these people.
"Kid, I'll have them smash your bones piece by piece. Dare to oppose me, Xue Changrong, and I'll let you know what it means to wish you were dead."
Having been tricked by Chen Fan twice, not only losing his two-hundred-million-yuan gourd pot but also suffering a significant financial loss at the auction, how could Xue Changrong let Chen Fan go?
"Unfortunately, it won't be me who suffers soon, and it won't be me who wishes he were dead," Chen Fan replied with a calm smile.
"Heh heh, kid, if not you, then who could it be?" Xue Changrong sneered disdainfully.
"That's not necessarily true," Chen Fan said, his gaze falling upon the approaching thugs.
"Boss Xue, our men are all here. Which unobservant fellow do you want us to deal with?" a man asked, bringing his group to Xue Changrong's side.
Xue Changrong pointed at Chen Fan, who was leisurely drinking tea, "It's this kid. Break both his legs first. After I get my item back, I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in bed!"
"Don't worry, Boss Xue, we'll do a thorough job," the man said, looking at Chen Fan.
The moment the man clearly saw Chen Fan's face, the last word seemed to get stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.