Sure enough, a while later, the pretty girl who had just gone out came back with a few blond-haired guys.
"Thank you so much, handsome! But there are antiques in this box, so I need to open it to see if they're damaged."
The pretty young woman walked over, laid the box down, and several blond-haired men stood behind Zhang Fan, afraid that he would take the opportunity to run away.
When the box was opened and a pile of broken plates was found inside, the young woman's face fell.
"Handsome guy, why did you break my antique!"
How could Zhang Fan not know this kind of tactic?
"Excuse me, beautiful lady, what do you think we should do?"
what to do?
The pretty young woman stood up: "Of course you have to compensate me. These are priceless antiques. I'm going to send them to an auction. I see you're a student, so I won't try to extort you. Ten million will do!"
Ten million?
"Beautiful lady, do you think I have that much money?"
Zhang Fan looked troubled.
"Not even ten million? No, you're not..." The pretty girl quickly covered her mouth.
"I don't have ten million, but I must have one million."
"Let me tell you, if you don't pay up, I'll call the police and have you arrested and thrown in jail."
The pretty girl said in a fierce tone.
"A million? I don't have that much. My family went bankrupt, and I'm a deadbeat. Look, is my three thousand enough?"
Zhang Fan took out the three thousand yuan that Lin Shu had just given him.
The young woman looked at the three thousand yuan and cursed inwardly.
Looking at Zhang Fan, it seemed he didn't have much money left, just three thousand yuan.
I originally thought he was the eldest son of the Zhang family and could extort money from me, but he turned out to be so poor and pathetic.
Wu Xi actually knew Liu Wanqing; it was through Liu Wanqing that he learned this young master was rich.
Now that his family business has gone bankrupt, he wants to take advantage of the situation to make some money.
I only managed to get three thousand yuan, which is really frustrating.
She spent several hours putting on makeup for this blackmail.
I heard Liu Wanqing say before that this young master would spend tens of thousands of yuan to treat her to a meal, but now that he's bankrupt, he's so poor?
How could you get three thousand yuan for a game you meticulously prepared?
"You're smart enough to leave."
He took the three thousand yuan and didn't want the suitcase anymore.
Zhang Fan watched the group leave, then took out the perfectly intact blue and white porcelain from the box.
Where did this thing come from?
Wu Xi really has no idea about the value of blue and white porcelain.
He simply threw away the box and then took the blue and white porcelain to try and sell it for cash.
There are some antique shops ahead; the people inside should know the value of the items.
They extorted three thousand yuan from me, they should at least give me some benefit.
Zhang Fan finally remembered who the beautiful woman was. Wasn't she Liu Wanqing's best friend? He had met her once before when he picked up Liu Wanqing, so his impression of her wasn't very deep.
Now even she dares to blackmail me?
Looks like I need to teach her a lesson.
However, this pawn still has a lot of meaning; she was the one who lost out by spending three thousand yuan on a genuine blue and white porcelain piece.
Entering an antique shop, Zhang Fan placed the blue and white porcelain on the table.
"Shopkeeper, take a look and see if you can afford the price."
Zhang Fan didn't just randomly choose an antique shop; instead, he went to the most luxurious one, because only such shops could afford to stock such fine items.
There was a shopkeeper in front of the counter, not very old, only around forty years old. He looked at the bottles on the table.
"It's fake, try looking elsewhere."
Fake?
Just because you glanced at it, you call it fake?
That's really bad taste.
Since he said it was fake, there was no need for me to explain anything to him.
Let's find another one.
Zhang Fan had just left the shop carrying an exquisite blue-and-white porcelain vase when, inside the shop, the shopkeeper's shrewd eyes flashed with a cold, sinister light the moment Zhang Fan's figure disappeared.
He coughed softly, a sound that, though not loud, seemed to be a code. Immediately afterward, several clerks in uniform emerged from various corners of the shop, their faces filled with doubt as they cast questioning glances at the second-in-command.
"Second-in-command, what's wrong?" one of the tellers asked cautiously, her tone tinged with unease.
The second-in-command didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked out the door again with his sharp eyes, as if he could penetrate the wall and see Zhang Fan, who had already gone far away.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "That kid was holding a blue and white porcelain worth over ten million. You guys, find a suitable opportunity..." As he said this, the second-in-command made a throat-slitting gesture, the movement clean and swift, without any hesitation.
Upon hearing this, the tellers immediately understood and exchanged knowing glances with each other.
They quickly pulled out sharp daggers from under the counter, concealed them in their clothes, and then hurriedly chased after them.
A hint of disdain flashed in the second-in-command's eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
In his eyes, Zhang Fan was just a student-looking guy; what kind of powerful background could he possibly have? He dared to come alone to sell antiques; he was simply courting death.
"Hmph, a mere brat who hasn't even grown up yet probably can't even tell the difference between genuine and fake antiques."
The second-in-command thought to himself, his gaze falling once more on the blue-and-white porcelain vase that Zhang Fan had taken away. His eyes gleamed with greed. "That's a treasure worth tens of millions! How can it fall into someone else's hands so easily? Today, I'm going to pocket it and let this ignorant brat know that the world is far more complicated than he imagines."
The second-in-command was plotting how to secretly seize the blue-and-white porcelain vase for himself, while also planning how to eliminate any possible traces to ensure his plan would be foolproof.
After all, greed and betrayal are commonplace in the antique trade.
If we buy it, we'll have to go through the official channels, and the boss behind the scenes will find out.
If you take the other path, then it will be entirely your own.
The antique business is a very complex and dangerous place. If it were a well-known high-ranking official or nobleman, this second-in-command would not dare to directly plot against him.
But dealing with someone who looks like a student is a different story.
That kid shouldn't have brought a real blue and white porcelain piece here to ask questions!
As soon as Zhang Fan stepped out of the shop, he felt a chill. Zhang Fan was stunned. Was it necessary?
It's just a blue and white porcelain piece, isn't it?
Was it necessary to harbor murderous intent?
Is this a rip-off shop?
Do you want to steal your valuable items without spending a single penny?
Zhang Fan started walking towards a secluded area, and sure enough, several tellers were following him furtively.
Zhang Fan's X-ray vision also revealed the sharp daggers hidden under their clothes; it seemed they still intended to kill him.
Planning to kill and rob? That's not a good idea.
Since they acted ruthlessly first, then don't blame me for being impolite.
The tellers behind him laughed. "This kid, why did he go to such a remote place? Isn't that giving him an opportunity?"
Well, it's in the middle of nowhere, perfect for burying a body!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
