Chapter: 143

"Hey, this stone isn't bad, Little Master wants it!"

Hearing this sound, Ye Chen furrowed his brow and looked up to search for the source.

He saw a young man wearing a white linen robe, black shoes, and various beaded accessories, walking towards him with big strides.

Although it was daytime, he wore a pair of ancient-style gold-rimmed glasses with two round black glass lenses, which were particularly favored by people during the late Qing dynasty.

Behind him, there were four or five bodyguards, unlike his ornate attire. These guards looked menacing, and others quickly made way to avoid trouble.

"Ah, it's Prince Qin!"

The old boss saw the young man and immediately smiled and praised: "Prince Qin, you came today without saying anything in advance. I would have gone to the street corner to greet you..."

"Just forget about it. I'm just here to take a look." The young man waved his hand impatiently.

He took big strides forward and looked at the stone in Ye Chen's hand, then asked the old boss: "Zhang Erma, put this stone away for me! My dad's desk is missing a paperweight stone, which would be perfect!"

"Ah, look at this..." Green Bean's old boss wore a dry smile, looking at Ye Chen with a difficult expression, and said: "Qin Shao, what a pity! This stone has already been bought by this brother! Actually, this stone isn't special except for pressing papers; I left better goods for you. A worthless stone is good for nothing, only the top-grade goods can match your status."

Ye Chen just realized that this old boss was named Zhang Erma and seemed to be familiar with this young man.

However, he was also impressed by Zhang Erma's skill in speaking sweet nothings.

This is really seeing people talk and saying things to people.

"No need to look for two million, I'll take it away."

Zhang Erma's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the red note from his hand, smiling at Ye Chen: "Brother, I still have a Qing dynasty inkstone paper that's more valuable than this one."

Ye Chen laughed and said: "Zhang Erma, your stuff is no big deal to me. This inkstone paper was bought by me first, and I'm not interested in giving it to others."

Seeing Ye Chen didn't budge, Zhang Erma couldn't do anything either.

After all, the rules of antique trading are that whoever buys first gets it. If he breaks the rules, news will spread quickly and he won't be able to hang around this antique street anymore.

Zhang Erma only had to turn his head, nodding and bowing towards Qin Shao: "Qin Shao, this inkstone paper is indeed not good stuff. My family has even better......"

He hadn't finished speaking when Qin Shao kicked him hard in the back, scolding: "What's wrong with you? I've bought many things from you before, but now you're trying to swindle me and help a poor guy like this?"

Zhang Erma sat down on the ground with his pants down, clutching his waist and wincing, complaining: "Qin Shao, he won't give it to me, I can't do anything either."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Chen and tried to ask him to hand over the inkstone.

Just looking at Ye Chen's outfit and behavior told you that he was from a poor family with no power or influence.

Zhang Erma didn't want to offend Qin Shao either, nor did he want to break the rules, so he could only give Ye Chen a sly look.

Ye Chen had already seen Zhang Erma's hint, but he paid no attention and said calmly: "No way." JrNovels.com