The next morning, Uncle Wu and the others flew back to Beijing, while Chu Chen, Wu Ke, and the rest stayed in Xingcheng and spent four thoroughly enjoyable days sightseeing.
Just as Chu Chen was preparing to return to Beijing on Friday, the dealer called on Thursday night. Only then did Chu Chen remember that he had promised Xiao Ma last Saturday that he would go see his collection. Since he had nothing important to do lately, he readily agreed and arranged to meet him at Qingshui Pond Antique Market the next day.
The next morning, after breakfast, Chu Chen, Wu Ke, and Zuo Shan drove together to Qingshui Pond Antique Market.
As luck would have it, there was another fair at Qingshui Pond Antique Market that day. When Chu Chen and the others arrived, there were quite a lot of customers, though since it was Friday, there were still fewer people than the last time.
They had plenty of time, so Chu Chen led the way, strolling toward Xiao Ma's stall while browsing the booths along the way. But whether his luck was bad that day or all the good things had already been sold, by the time they reached the stall, Chu Chen had only picked up two small items.
Of course, there were only so many good things in the world. Chu Chen did not expect to take every one of them home.
Xiao Ma's stall was located near the far end of the antique market, and the spot was somewhat secluded. When Chu Chen and the others chatted and laughed their way there, there were not many buyers—only two. Moreover, based on Chu Chen's experience from nearly five years as a dealer, one of them had no intention of buying anything.
Sure enough, just as Chu