Zhang Xingzu said angrily again: "Brother Zongtang, don't you want to know the news about Ma Kaiping and Luo Song? These two people are very conscienceless and mean."

Chen Zhen followed suit and said, "I just want to keep them so that you can come back and deal with them. Otherwise, Xingzu and I would have dealt with them long ago."

Since both of them had talked about this, she could tell that they were speaking from the heart and did not object.

"Okay, Little Pomegranate, we agreed to go to the hospital at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, right?"

Song Yi said in a low voice: "Yes."

The pineapple buns made by this restaurant are very authentic. When she left, she bought four more to take with her.

It was almost four o'clock when we came out of the typhoon shelter.

She had no goal and planned to go wherever she wanted. After walking for a while, she met four or five people who were hurriedly passing by with raw stones.

"Qishiju will be popular for a while now," she said with a smile.

Song Yi already had four or five bags hanging on his hands, and Zhang Xingzu and Chen Zhen also had a few hanging on their arms.

"Atang, let's go back. We'll come back after a few days, when the popularity of Qishiju has died down!" Although Song Yi's face showed no expression, his eyes were clear and alert.

Zhang Xingzu also felt it was necessary.

"Yes, Brother Zongtang, let's go shopping here some other time. This street will definitely be crazy for a while. My brother Song looks very familiar, maybe someone will recognize you!"

She didn't say anything. There was an antique and calligraphy shop on the right. She turned around and said, "Go back after visiting this shop."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

The items sold in the antiques and calligraphy and painting section are very diverse, ranging from calligraphy and paintings and porcelain to copper coins, bracelets, and peach wood combs, all displayed in piles together.

You can still tell the order of the other things, the bracelets are all wrapped together one by one, with a price tag of five dollars a piece written next to them.

Chen Zhen explained: "These are all handicrafts. Antiques have become popular again in the past two years, which has spawned many factories that make antique items. There are many such shops in Hong Kong."

She walked around and looked around, until she came to a place selling peach wood combs, stopped, and bought a peach wood comb for five dollars.

The comb Song Yi prepared was very expensive and she was not used to using it.

"Okay, let's go!"

She casually tucked the peach wood comb into her hair at the back of her head so that it didn't take up much space.

Song Yi watched her skillful movements and followed her with his lips pursed.

It was almost five o'clock when they got on the car, and Zhang Xingzu was smart enough not to follow them.

We separated at the entrance of the small market.

Chen Zhen and his car separated at a large intersection after driving for a while.

Song Yi greeted the driver and went to the appraisal center.

The appraisal center just called and the appraisal results are out.

The two of them went to the appraisal center after get off work to get the appraisal report and the items.

The ring is still the same ring, but there is a little problem with the peacock necklace.

"Why did the chain break for no reason?" She looked at Song Yi sideways.

The latter said seriously: "Atang, you are right. I will never use machine identification again. It is too damaging to the things."

Fang Zongtang looked doubtful: "How could such a big place make such a mistake?"

Song Yi said very calmly: "Science requires bold attempts and careful verification. They were too bold. When they cleaned the ring, they cleaned the necklace together. Don't worry, they promised to compensate us for our losses."

She quickly opened the ring to see what was going on, and what she saw was truly incredible.

With this cleaning technology, one pound of gold can be washed away by half a pound, right?