Picking Up the Sesame Seeds and Losing the Watermelon (Part 2)

"Eh!"

Zhao Xueyi hurriedly took the ancient ink Zhu Dafu had pointed out and examined it carefully. Before long, he could not help uttering a soft exclamation. His brows knitted tightly, and his expression grew complicated. After a moment, he took out a magnifying glass and repeatedly inspected the ink cake bit by bit.

Seeing that Zhao Xueyi would not be able to reach a conclusion anytime soon, Uncle Wu asked curiously, "Xiao Chen, where did you get this ancient ink?"

Chu Chen smiled faintly and recounted what had happened just now. After hearing it, Uncle Wu and Zhu Dafu could not help shaking their heads repeatedly and sighing.

By then, Zhao Xueyi had finished examining the ancient ink. He said, "If you ask me, Xiao Chen, you're simply too easygoing. Since he acted so dishonestly, you should have taken down that jade tablet too."

Chu Chen scratched his head and said with a foolish grin, "I just didn't want to get mixed up with people like them!"

Zhu Dafu disagreed. "Xiao Chen, I have to criticize you for this. What you did wasn't actually showing him mercy. You were harming him!"

Chu Chen was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Dafu replied, "I know you thought this ancient ink had to be extraordinary. Since you felt you had gotten a huge bargain, you decided to let him off. But think about it—he definitely couldn't tell whether this ancient ink was good or bad. In his mind, he exchanged a thousand or so yuan for something worth hundreds of thousands. Do you think he'll do this again in the future when it's such a profitable deal?"

Hearing this, Chu Chen could not help feeling ashamed. The reason he had let the matter go so easily