Zhao Yuan asked for Xing Hong's bank account number and used his phone's online banking app to make the transfer. A few minutes later, Xing Hong received a text message: the ten thousand yuan had arrived.
"The money's arrived, right? Can I take the items and go now?" Zhao Yuan asked.
Xing Hong replied with a miserable look, "Y-Yes, you can."
In his heart, he was complaining: 'I wish I could say no, but I don't have the guts.'
Zhao Yuan walked up, grabbed the cloth on the table, and rolled all the antiques up in it, preparing to carry them away just like that.
Seeing his rough handling, Yang Zi was pained and couldn't help but cry out, "Can't you be a little more gentle? There are two porcelain pieces in there! It'll be such a shame if they get chipped or shattered."
Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "It's no big loss. Those two porcelain pieces are worthless—they're both fakes."
