Chen Fan did not let the two men follow, but walked towards the alley with Zhang Fan.
This time, it was Chen Fan who carried the wooden box, as Chen Fan's identity was now Zhang Fan's assistant.
"Yo, Boss Zhang, got some goods today?" the assistant behind the counter asked Zhang Fan as they entered the small shop.
Zhang Fan smiled, "Yes, I got something today and want to find Mr. Feng to sell it."
"And who is this?" The assistant looked at the wooden box and only then noticed Chen Fan.
"He's been with me for a few years, one of us," Zhang Fan replied.
"Alright, go on in." The man didn't think much of it and waved them into the backyard.
Zhang Fan was very familiar with the place and led Chen Fan directly to a two-story building. They found a room and gently knocked on the door.
"Enter," came the voice of a middle-aged man from inside.
Zhang Fan then pushed open the door, brought Chen Fan in, and said very politely, "Mr. Feng, sorry to disturb you."
Upon entering the room, Chen Fan found it to be a large tea room with some exquisite wooden shelves around.
However, after observing, Chen Fan discovered that all the antiques on the wooden shelves were fakes.
This puzzled Chen Fan. According to what Zhang Fan had said yesterday, Feng Jilan should have been surrounded by antiques and calligraphy, so how could they all be fakes?
"I wonder what brings Boss Zhang to me today," Feng Jilan asked, pouring Zhang Fan a cup of tea.
"Mr. Feng, I have acquired another treasure. Please take a look," Zhang Fan gestured towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan stepped forward and placed the wooden box in his hands on the tea table.
Feng Jilan slowly opened the wooden box in front of him. As soon as he saw the bronze ware inside, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although it was fleeting, Chen Fan still caught that glance.
Feng Jilan took out a magnifying glass and examined it carefully. Suddenly, he noticed some traces of mud clinging to the bottom of the bronze ware.
"Boss Zhang's luck is truly remarkable, finding two treasures within just two days," Feng Jilan said playfully, putting down the magnifying glass.
"Luck, it's all luck," Zhang Fan quickly replied.
"Is it? But how come I see that Boss Zhang's luck seems to have come from underground?"
Hearing this, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he appeared a little flustered. "Mr. Feng, in our line of business, don't we not ask about the origin of the goods? Otherwise, who would come to you, right?"
Feng Jilan smiled and nodded, "Indeed, that's a rule I set."
Zhang Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was genuinely nervous, afraid that Feng Jilan would see through something.
But it was precisely Zhang Fan's reaction that made Feng Jilan even more convinced of his judgment.
"Boss Zhang, how about we do a deal?" Feng Jilan asked Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan smiled nervously, "Mr. Feng, aren't we doing business right now?"
Feng Jilan took out a check for one million yuan from a drawer and pushed it towards Zhang Fan. "Boss Zhang, I've shown my utmost sincerity. I'll buy this item for one million."
"Next, it's up to Boss Zhang's sincerity."
Zhang Fan looked at the one-million-yuan check with some temptation, but still refused, "Mr. Feng, this item is worth what it's worth. I can't take advantage of you. Also, I really don't understand what you mean."
Feng Jilan's lips curved into a smile. "Boss Zhang, we are both businessmen, there's no need to be secretive. Do you really think I don't know that your two bronze wares were dug out of the ground?"
Seeing Zhang Fan's face change, Feng Jilan said again, "I just want to do business with Boss Zhang. If you tell me where these items came from, I will give Boss Zhang a generous reward."
"How much?" Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked.
Zhang Fan looked at Chen Fan in surprise, while Feng Jilan smiled, "Young man, the money I offer will be enough for you two to live a life of leisure."
"How much is that?" Chen Fan seemed to want to ask for a specific number.
"This much," Feng Jilan held up five fingers.
"Five million?"
Feng Jilan chuckled playfully. "Heh, young man, you underestimate Feng Jilan too much. It's fifty million."
"What? Fifty million!" Chen Fan's eyes widened in shock, looking at Feng Jilan with disbelief.
"Boss Zhang, what do you say? I've shown my sincerity. Now, it's your turn."
Seeing Zhang Fan lost in thought, Feng Jilan said again, "Boss Zhang, you must understand that not everything can be kept for oneself, or it will bring disaster."
"I'll give you the address, but you have to confirm that the fifty million can really be ours." Before Zhang Fan could speak, Chen Fan had already said it.
"Hahaha," Feng Jilan burst into laughter.
"No problem. Keep this fifty-million-yuan check," Feng Jilan took out a checkbook from his pocket, tore off a fifty-million-yuan check, and placed it on the table.
Chen Fan took it without a word, looking at the check with shining eyes.
Zhang Fan watched Chen Fan in shock, not knowing what Chen Fan was planning to do.
"Young man, can you tell me now? Of course, I must remind you both that if the location is wrong, the consequences can be very serious," Feng Jilan said calmly.
"It's in the small forest in the park next to the Siheyuan in the south of the city. There's a dirt hole, and that's where we dug it out," Chen Fan recited the address.
Hearing the address, Zhang Fan's eyelids twitched. Wasn't that where they had been ambushed?!
Upon hearing this, Feng Jilan sent a text message: "Please wait a moment, I will send someone to verify the situation. After verification, you two may leave."
Chen Fan nodded excitedly and was already whispering to Zhang Fan about which luxury car they would buy later.
Zhang Fan listened with a pounding heart, thinking that Chen Fan's acting skills were too good.
After a moment, Feng Jilan received a text message, indicating that the verification was complete.
"Hahaha, Boss Zhang, if you have any good items in the future, remember to come to me first," Feng Jilan made a gesture, clearly indicating that Chen Fan and the other man could leave.
"Definitely, definitely," Zhang Fan nodded quickly, and his legs felt a little weak as he stood up.
As Zhang Fan and the other man left, a hidden door behind the tea room slowly opened, and a man walked out.
"Send the items over," Feng Jilan ordered.
The man nodded and held the bronze ware from the table. However, he still asked, "Mr. Feng, will we lose money by paying such a high price?"