After Director Jin left, Chu Chen saw Lin Dacheng and the others staring at him in shock. He smiled and said:
"I don't have flowers growing on my face. Why are you all staring at me like that?"
Lin Dacheng asked incredulously, "Er... brother-in-law, you know Director Nian from the city?"
Chu Chen explained, "We've spoken twice on the phone. A friend introduced us."
Hearing this, Lin Dacheng and the others were somewhat unconvinced. They had never even met, so why would Director Nian give him such great respect? Surely, not many people would believe that if they heard it.
Lin Dacheng assumed that Chu Chen did not want to say more, so he did not pursue the matter. However, he still could not suppress his curiosity and asked, "Brother-in-law, what does your family do?"
They would find out sooner or later anyway, so Chu Chen did not hide it. Before he could speak, however, Uncle Wu cut in first. "Xiao Chen's grandfather is Old Chu, Chu Zhengrong!"
If it had been anyone else, Lin Dacheng and the others might not have known who they were talking about. But how could they not know someone like Old Chu? For a moment, the entire room fell silent. Everyone's mouths hung open, and they were so stunned that they did not know what to say.
Chu Chen had anticipated this reaction, so he quickly changed the subject and said with a smile, "Guangxin, how about you sell this inkstone to me for four hundred thousand?"
Lin Dacheng forcibly suppressed his shock and shook his head repeatedly. "How could we do that? We're family, after all. How can I sell it to you at the original price?"
"Brother Da Cheng, hear me out. I really like this inkstone, and I'm not short of