This is a shady shop! Are all the items from tomb raiders? It seems some families in Binhai are in for trouble; these people are even willing to dig up ancestral graves.

Since it wasn't directed at him personally, Zhang Fan had no interest in reminding those so-called powerful families.

Whether their ancestral graves are dug up or not has absolutely nothing to do with us.

Now is the time to seize the opportunity and buy up unfinished buildings to make a fortune.

However, he is now a deadbeat and owes millions, so how to get the money is a problem.

It's definitely not feasible to achieve our goals by inheriting the Wanfu Group; we certainly won't fill that huge hole.

Zhang Fan thought of the piece of land that had helped Qin Shao take on his debts. The value of this land would soon be revealed, so it seemed he needed to make some good use of it and then make some money from it.

Just as Zhang Fan was thinking about how to raise the money, he received a call that Young Master Qin was bringing his men to cause trouble.

He's really stubborn; he dares to commit crimes against the wind.

Zhang Fan drove to the shop, which he had already vandalized. Hundreds of thugs were smashing things with various weapons.

Zhang Fan silently took out his phone and simply took a picture.

It's not that I can't beat them, but being a gangster isn't my goal.

He didn't want his brothers to rot in jail. The more insane Qin Shao was now, the more pathetic he would become in the future.

"Zhang Fan, you're incredibly awesome! You dare to let someone transfer ownership of Ma Gui's tavern?"

Qin Shao walked over, holding a large cleaver in his hand.

Now everyone knows he's the real boss of Binhai, the number one guy in Binhai.

Now that Young Master Qin's reputation is so great, there are still people who dare to go against him?

"Young Master Qin, just trying to make a living."

Zhang Fan smiled; that could be considered the interest paid by Ma Gui.

Young Master Qin walked over, carrying a machete.

He pointed at Zhang Fan with one finger.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Zhang Fan smiled too.

"What if I'm unhappy and I inherit the Wanfu Group? That might not be a good idea."

Qin Tian had no idea that Wanfu Group was riddled with problems. If Zhang Fan inherited it, he would be a true young master, and with hundreds of brothers around, he wouldn't be afraid of him at all.

"I'm here today to teach you a lesson. Remember this: from now on, when you see me, call me Brother Qin. Don't mess with me, or I'll kill you!"

Qin Tian walked away arrogantly, carrying his machete on his back.

Zhang Fan watched the group leave.

"Brother, I... I'm so frustrated!"

Hu Dajun was furious. "What's there to be afraid of? Let's fight!"

This kid even came here and started smashing things.

Zhang Fan looked outside; the police officers had already arrived.

"Qin Tian just brought over a hundred people here and vandalized my shop, causing me great losses. Get your appraisal department here. This is a rare treasure of Song Dynasty Ru ware, worth over ten million."

Zhang Fan warmly greeted the police officers and called them over.

There was no sadness at all about being bombed.

The police had known for a long time that Qin Tian was acting recklessly, but there was nothing they could do because he had powerful connections.

However, since we're here, we'll definitely have to make a statement, so let's register first.

As for arresting people, that's definitely not an option.

The police station didn't dare offend that kid.

Zhang Fan enthusiastically explained the damage to the police station, saying that the items were all rare treasures, worth at least hundreds of thousands of yuan.

The value of what was smashed and destroyed this time exceeds that of a small goal.

As for its true value, who knows? Just know that it exists.

To destroy him, you must drive him mad.

This young master Qin doesn't have many good days left.

This police report is on record, and all property losses are registered. When he goes to jail, he can claim compensation. If he doesn't pay? Then he can stay in jail for life.

The Qin family still has some strength; they can afford to lose a small amount.

The harder he smashes things today, the happier he'll be when he loses money later.

Now everything is registered under the witness of the police station. As for the police station, they are just going through the motions. How would they know that these things really cost so much money?

Since no one dares to offend that Young Master Qin, the only option is to register the marriage as a form of consolation for the victims.

A little while later.

Just as Zhang Fan was about to lock the shop door and go out to handle some personal matters, an untimely, dusty smell broke the tranquility of the shop.

A figure quietly stepped in, completely shrouded in black, as if trying to completely isolate himself from the world.

He wore a black hat pulled low to his eyebrows, and a tightly sealed mask over his face, revealing only a pair of shifty eyes as he peered around the store, looking like a secret agent preparing for a covert mission.

The man was carrying a heavy and mysterious-looking leather suitcase tightly in his hand, and he walked with a cautious gait, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He looked around, then lowered his voice and called out in an almost whispered tone, "Is the shopkeeper here? I have some antiques here, I wonder if you would be interested?"

Zhang Fan was secretly surprised; even regular customers would find it difficult to recognize him at a glance with such an outfit.

However, with his X-ray vision, Zhang Fan immediately recognized the "man in black"—Lin Dong, the non-celebrity boyfriend who always appeared glamorous under the spotlight and silently supported the popular star behind the scenes.

How did Lin Dong get here? Is it a trap?

Logically, as a celebrity's partner, he should be enjoying a luxurious lifestyle. Why would he suddenly appear here, and in such a furtive manner? Not to mention the leather suitcase he was carrying, filled with unknown antiques, which makes one wonder.

Zhang Fan slowly approached, a professional smile on his face, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity and caution: "I am the shopkeeper. You said you have antiques to sell? Let me take a look at the goods first."

Zhang Fan thought to himself that if it was truly a rare and valuable item, he might as well buy it and resell it for a considerable profit.

However, Lin Dong's unusual behavior made Zhang Fan more wary, after all, in this line of work, curiosity often comes with risks.

However, what puzzled Zhang Fan the most was why Lin Dong had come to this point. Had he encountered some unspeakable predicament, or was there a more complex hidden story behind it?

After all, in his world, money and fame never seemed to be a problem.

Lin Dong quickly glanced at Zhang Fan, secretly wondering: Is this kid the shopkeeper? Does this seemingly inconspicuous shop really have the ability to swallow up this batch of goods in my hands?

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly dispelled by Zhang Fan's next move.

Zhang Fan seemed to keenly sense Lin Dong's concerns. He walked slowly to an old wooden table behind the counter, gently pulled open a drawer, and found neatly stacked bundles of tightly bound cash, gleaming and dazzling.

This move is undoubtedly a silent declaration: I have the strength!

Upon seeing this, Lin Dong's eyes flickered slightly, and the scales in his heart began to tip.