"Brother, do you think it's genuine?"

Liu Jun walked back to the shelf, examined it again and again, and muttered, "I can't tell for sure... How the hell is this possible?"

In fact, it was not that Liu Jun was unsure. He felt that there was a 90% chance that they were authentic, but he couldn't believe that so many authentic antiques would appear in a rural medical clinic.

Just as Liu Jun was about to reach out and pick up the Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase, he heard a crisp female voice coming from outside the door, "Mr. Liu, please don't touch this valuable item!"

Liu Jun had been dealing with antiques for so many years, how could he not know that one should not touch them casually? However, there were only two brothers in the room, so Liu Jun became unrestrained and picked up the antique to have a look first, regardless of whether it was an authentic or a fake. As a result, he was caught by the owner by chance, and even though Liu Jun was thick-skinned, he felt embarrassed.

"Uh...ah..., haha, Doctor Chen, you have a lot of great things in your clinic! If I'm not mistaken, this should be a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain plum vase with peony pattern. Last year at Christie's auction, an identical vase was sold for 85 million. I wonder how much did Doctor Chen pay for this plum vase? It must be quite expensive!"

Qingshan smiled faintly, as if he didn't hear the probing meaning in Liu Jun's words, and said calmly: "It's free, my apprentice gave it to me--!"

Liu Jun finally felt better. "Humph, if it really was auctioned at Christie's, would she not show off? I guessed right, it's a fake!"

Liu Jun pouted, about to taunt Qingshan, when he looked up and saw an old man approaching the door. He was short, with a red nose and a bald forehead. He looked incredibly familiar. "Oh my god!" Isn't that Zhou Dabao? They'd been friends when his father was alive, and they'd often visited. But the old man had always been indifferent to him. He hadn't seen Zhou Dabao since his father died, and he didn't expect to run into him here today.

"Commander Zhou? Why are you here? Do you still recognize me? I'm Liu Jun, Liu Lizheng's son—!"

Zhou Dabao snorted, glanced at Liu Jun, and asked sarcastically, "It's you, kid. Why can't I be here? This is a clinic. Do I need to report to you when I come here to recuperate?"

After saying this, he walked over to the armchair by the wall without looking back and sat down. Liu Jun cursed him in his heart, but he still smiled and said with a bow, "Mr. Zhou, you are joking!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a cough at the door, and another person came in, holding a thermos cup. Liu Jun's jaw almost dropped. Isn't this Luo Zhentian? This old man is the pillar of China, the great general who pacified the vassal states and stabilized the country. He led his troops to conquer half of southern China from the Japanese. It is said that he rarely appears in public after retiring. He is in poor health and is too lazy to even leave the house. But... this man with black hair and a windy gait is called "poor health"?

Luo Zhentian is a straightforward person with a hot temper. Maybe he killed too many enemies on the battlefield, so he is full of murderous aura and intimidating without even getting angry. In the past, I was most afraid to go to the Luo family to pay New Year's greetings with my father. I didn't expect to see this old evil star here again today. It's really strange. Where did this clinic come from that can accommodate these two big Buddhas?

"Commander Luo, Commander Luo!"

Luo Zhentian was so arrogant that he didn't even glance at Liu Jun. Like Zhou Dabao, he sat down on the armchair with a big horse and a golden sword, opened the cup and drank a sip of tea.

Last year, Qingshan took some time to visit Wuyi Mountain and got some branches of high-quality tea plants to grow in the space. He picked the tea leaves and roasted them himself using his spiritual power. The tea leaves had a sweet taste with a long aftertaste. Luo Zhentian exclaimed "good tea" after taking a sip of it once. From then on, he refused to drink any tea that was not "made by Qingshan" and was very picky.

"...You old thief, why didn't you bring me some tea? Just give me a sip--!"

"Get lost! I hate your bad breath!"

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