Fortunately, this period was quite chaotic, and people didn't pay much attention to antiques and calligraphy. With the gatekeeper covering for them, Liu Zidong's thefts didn't attract much attention over the years.

This time, however, seeing that the spot where his prized rosewood canopy bed should have been placed was empty, Liu Fugui felt that he was in danger of having a stroke.

He never suspected anyone else, because no one could transport something that big out of this junkyard with only one gate without anyone noticing, except for his grandson who would occasionally come to keep watch for him at night.

Whenever he saw that something was missing, his first reaction was to curse, not to call the police.

Chen Shuning, standing behind him, felt uneasy. Whenever he heard the gatekeeper cursing, he instinctively shrank back and didn't bother to respond.

Yang Wanqiu, however, asked somewhat impatiently, "Hey sir, where's that good stuff you were talking about? Hurry up and take me there to see it, I still need to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things later."

Thinking that this was his only blood relative, and with outsiders present, Liu Fugui could only suppress his anger.

So he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and when he turned around, he had put on the same smiling face as before. He pointed behind a wooden board and said, "The things are all over there. Go and take a look for yourselves."

Just thinking about that canopy bed makes Liu Fugui's heart bleed. You see, just a few days ago, an antique dealer offered two large yellow croakers for that bed, but he wouldn't sell it. He doesn't know how much his spendthrift grandson paid for it.

Thinking of the antique dealer from a few days ago, Liu Fugui's heart skipped a beat. His grandson, who hadn't visited him in a long time, suddenly came to see him yesterday with food and wine, saying that he had made a big deal and was here to show his respect to his grandfather.

Could it be that the antique dealer failed to buy anything from him, so he went after that brat Zidong, and that's why the brat brought food and wine to get him drunk, and then stole the bed?

The more Liu Fugui thought about it, the more convinced he became. Now eager to settle scores with his grandson, he lost all interest in showing Chen Shuning and Yang Wanqiu the furniture. So he let the two of them look at it on their own, while he squatted on the ground, wondering if there was any chance of getting the bed back.