Zhang Yang had sold the Bronze Zun for a high price, which left Cheng Hai feeling miserable. He had such a capable son-in-law right beside him, yet he had ignored him all this time. Otherwise, he would not have paid so much tuition in the antiques business.
Cheng Hai's relationship with Zhang Yang had already soured. He wanted to make amends, but as an elder, he could not bring himself to swallow his pride. What was he supposed to do?
The news that Cheng Hai had bought several little items was revealed by Cheng Hai himself. Among businessmen like them, antiques were also a kind of game, with people trading back and forth all the time.
Thus, some friends came to see the little items he had bought. Their value was not the point; they simply wanted to discuss them together and appraise and talk about antiques.
In a hotel tea room, Cheng Hai had brought out the treasures he had found and been waiting for quite some time. Several friends from the business world arrived one after another.
"President Cheng, what good stuff have you got? Bring it out and let us have a look!" A man wearing a string of beads sat down, drank a cup of tea, and immediately said with a smile.
Cheng Hai kept them in suspense because he trusted Zhang Yang. No matter what the items were worth, today's pieces were definitely genuine.
"Boss Li, don't rush. Let's have some tea first." Cheng Hai laughed it off.
"President Cheng, stop keeping us in suspense. Whatever good things you found, bring them all out. Maybe we'll take a liking to them this time and buy them from you." At this point, another boss, who dealt in furniture, spoke up.
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