"Manager Zhao..."
Zhao Qirui had just greeted a friend when a hearty voice came from the distance.
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a portly, middle-aged man who was so plump and bloated that he looked like a giant meatball. He hurried over from the entrance with a delighted expression. Chu Chen even worried that the floor might collapse beneath him.
The man warmly greeted everyone. During this time, Zhao Qirui introduced both sides. It turned out that this man's name was Jiang Jiachang, and he was precisely the friend with the salvaged porcelain that Zhao Qirui had mentioned earlier.
When Jiang Jiachang heard that Chu Chen was Zhao Qirui's nephew, delight flashed through his eyes. Familiar with Zhao Qirui's background, he did not immediately fawn over Chu Chen, however. His words were warm yet dignified, and combined with his rather cheerful figure, they gave Chu Chen a good impression of him.
Since he had run into Zhao Qirui, Jiang Jiachang no longer planned to sit elsewhere. After greeting Zhao Qirui, he sat down in a nearby seat with his bodyguard, then asked, "Manager Zhao, when did you come to Haojing?"
"We only arrived a few days ago. I say, Fatty Jiang, didn't you swear before that you wouldn't attend auctions anymore? Why are you here today?"
Jiang Jiachang used to be a regular at all kinds of antique auctions. Once, however, he had gotten into a quarrel with an enemy. Although he won the item, he had spent several million RMB more than necessary. Feeling that he had completely lost face, he swore never to attend another antique auction.
Moreover, Zhao Qirui really had not heard of him attending any auctions since then, which was why Jiang Jiachang's arrival seemed rather strange.
Jiang Jiachang chuckled. "When I made