"No matter how much it costs, I will go there in a month."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and threw it to Brother Jin.

"Go back and tell Brother K, don't force me anymore. Don't think that you are the only ones who can sink into the sea. I can also kill people."

Finally, he warned Brother Jin and others, and then Zhou Chen wiped his hands and left this remote corner.

After walking only a few steps, he stopped and walked towards Li Muzi, who was standing under the light and waiting silently.

"Didn't I ask you to go home first? Have you seen what just happened?"

Li Muzi looked at Zhou Chen affectionately, then hugged him and hugged him tightly.

"I see, husband, I'm very worried about you. Why don't you let me pay the money back? I'm worried that they will hurt you."

Zhou Chen patted her back gently and comforted: "Don't worry, they can't hurt me, and I don't like to be disturbed by them. I promise you that this matter will be resolved as soon as possible."

"Husband, these people in the casino are all desperadoes. There is no need for us to confront them head-on. If necessary, I can find someone to contact them..."

Zhou Chen covered Muzi Li's mouth and shook his head: "Muzi, this is my mistake. I want to solve it myself. Only in this way can I draw a clear line with myself as a gambler in the past. Please allow me to be selfish.

For once, just this once, I don’t want to rely on you, wife.”

Li Muzi was obviously startled, as if he understood what Zhou Chen meant, so he nodded and said, "Okay, hubby, I will listen to you."

Zhou Chen smiled and held her hand, saying softly: "Let's go home."

"Well, go home."

I don’t know if his threat worked this time, or if Brother K didn’t really want to fall out with him, so after this time, no one came to him to press for payment.

Zhou Chen has resumed the rhythm of life of the past few days, painting with Li Muzi at home, going to the antique market every afternoon, and going to the night market early in the morning on Saturdays and Sundays.

After half a month, he had explored several major antique markets in the city and identified several antique stores with good reviews. The next step was to find a way to sell the Yuan blue and white porcelain vase in his hand.

On June 22nd, Zhou Chen took Yuan Qinghua, first went to the treasure house and walked into an antique store, but after entering, he found that the boss was not there, only the clerk, so he left without thinking.

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Then he went to an antique store called Debao Xuan. The reason why he came to this store was because the antiques in this store were mainly porcelain, with other items as supplements.

The owner of Debao Xuan happened to be in the store. He was a man in his fifties. The store was not small, and there was also a tea room specifically for customers to rest and look at the items.

When Zhou Chen entered, the boss happened to be chatting with the guests in the tea room. He also visited a few porcelains on the table. It seemed that they were discussing business.

Zhou Chen did not urge him, but started shopping in the store. Most of the porcelain placed outside were handicrafts, and there were only a few genuine antiques. But it was not that easy for ordinary people to tell them apart.

This is normal. If one out of ten items in an antique shop is genuine, it can be regarded as a sign of conscience.

Really good things are never left outside for guests to look at casually. After all, this is not a museum. Not only can you look at it, but you can also use it. If something goes wrong and gets damaged or broken, it will be a big problem.

A few minutes later, the boss of Debao Xuan, who may have finished talking to the guests, saw that Zhou Chen had not left yet, so he came over.

"Sir, I see that you have been looking at the porcelain. If you need anything, I can introduce it to you."

Looking at the gentle-faced boss, Zhou Chen asked: "Boss, I see that you have so much porcelain here, and the quality is good. I heard someone said that in addition to selling, you also collect it. Is it true?"

When the boss heard this, he suddenly looked surprised and glanced at the box in Zhou Chen's hand.

"Sir, do you want to sell something?"

"Yes, porcelain, I don't know if the boss will accept it."

The boss smiled and asked jokingly: "I accept it, but I only accept real things, good things."

Zhou Chen said seriously: "Nature is a real thing and a good thing."

"oh."

The boss put away his smile and looked at Zhou Chen again. He found that Zhou Chen was well-dressed, had an extraordinary temperament, had deep eyes, and had an unconcealable aura.

So he put away his contempt and laughter and said solemnly: "Sir, we can talk in detail over there, please."

"good."

Arriving at the tea room, the guest who had just talked to the boss was still studying the porcelain on the table.

Zhou Chen and the boss sat down at the table next to each other and shook hands.

"I am the boss here. My surname is Fu. Your surname is sir."

"What's your surname?"

Boss Fu asked with a smile: "What does Mr. He want to sell?"

Zhou Chen put the box on the table: "Porcelain vase, Yuan blue and white."

Boss Fu's smile suddenly stopped, and even the two old men at the table next to him who were looking at the items turned their heads with surprise on their faces.

"Mr. He, are you talking about Yuan and Qinghua?" Boss Fu looked suspicious.

As one of the most powerful antique shops in this antique market, he sells a lot of items every year, but receives very few items because he doesn't like ordinary items.

But what Zhou Chen just said was Yuan Qinghua, which surprised him. Although not all Yuan Qinghua is valuable, genuine Yuan Qinghua is indeed difficult to come across.

Zhou Chen didn't say anything, but opened the box, took out the Yuan blue and white porcelain vase packed in a box, and carefully placed the box on the table.
Chapter completed!