Antique Masked Trading Market

Several days later, Zhang Yang finally received word from Chang Wu.

"Boss, it's all arranged. Tonight. I'll come pick you up."

Chang Wu truly hadn't been idle. He had been looking for a buyer for Zhang Yang, but in fact, buyers had always existed. They simply needed time to learn everything about each other.

Zhang Yang had indeed been anxious waiting for this day. Otherwise, he would have sold the Bronze Zun and turned it into cash long ago. Good things were never short of buyers, and the Bronze Zun would fetch an extremely tempting price at auction.

"Good."

Zhang Yang didn't care about the time or place. Chang Wu would come pick him up anyway.

After dinner, Zhang Yang had Jiao Long wait in the car outside the villa. Not long after dinner, just as night fell, Chang Wu arrived.

Zhang Yang went outside, carrying the Bronze Zun. Cheng Hai wanted to follow him, but couldn't bring himself to say so. Yang Su was puzzled as well. She looked at Zhang Yang, then at Cheng Hai, conveying her suggestion with her eyes.

"Zhang Yang, you're taking the Bronze Zun out at night? Something that valuable—you have to be careful. How about I go with you?"

Under Yang Su's meaningful gaze, Cheng Hai finally stood up and walked toward Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang decisively shook his head. "No need!"

Zhang Yang carried the Bronze Zun straight outside. There, Jiao Long opened the car door, and Zhang Yang got into the G-Class.

Zhang Yang disdained riding in Chang Wu's car. In terms of class, Chang Wu's car could at most be considered a grocery-getter. It had no prestige. Whenever he had a better option, Zhang Yang chose a luxury car without hesitation.

While Zhang Yang waited in his own car for