Chapter: 5586

Moreover, he hadn't thought about one thing: he had never suspected Zhang Er Mao, but Zhang Er Mao was suspicious of him instead.

Pausing for a moment, Chang Sheng Bo said awkwardly, "You've got it wrong, Old Boss. I'm just an overseas returned Chinese national who's traveling to visit family, not some kind of lecherous old man. And I do genuinely like that jade ring, so the high price doesn't matter to me."

Zhang Er Mao sneered and laughed disdainfully, "I think you're getting old, how can you just spin a yarn? Nobody will believe what you say, except for that jade ring. If you really liked it, wouldn't you give five thousand at most? Three hundred thousand is only something the likes of us who don't understand antiques would agree to!"

Chang Sheng Bo heard this and was completely flustered.

He didn't know this was the latest script written by Ye Chen for Zhang Er Mao, so he could only pale and innocently explain, "Old Boss, I'm really not that kind of lecherous old man..."

"Don't say another word." Zhang Er Mao waved his hand impatiently and said, "Tell me the truth. I let him quote three hundred thousand because it's specifically designed to probe for people who are interested in antiques. Any genuine antique collector would definitely scold when they hear this price. Only those trying to dig up clues will enthusiastically agree and then use the opportunity to gather more information."

He said, "But I'm telling you, your trick won't work here!"

Chang Sheng Bo felt like he was at a loss for words.

He didn't think that Zhang Er Mao would quote three hundred thousand with such an intention.

Combining this with Chang Sheng Bo's previous suspicions, he believed that this group was indeed a gang specializing in tomb robbery and antique sales. He therefore suspected that they were extremely cautious and cunning, using various counter-surveillance measures to evade detection.

Given the breakneck pace of the organization structure of the Qing clan, Chang Sheng Bo almost took Zhang Er Mao's words at face value.

The more he thought about it, the more he feared that Zhang Er Mao would misinterpret him, so he quickly apologized with a forced laugh and said, "Boss, you're really misunderstanding me. I'm not a clueless old man; I genuinely want to buy something I like..."

"Whatever you say is fine." Zhang Er Mao responded dismissively. "You just enjoy buying things? Enjoy it by going around the antique market, buying more, and don't bother me with your business."

As he watched Zhang Er Mao not listening to his explanation, even wanting to chase him away, Chang Sheng Bo was filled with rage and hatred, wishing that he could slap Zhang Er Mao dead where he stood.

It's really not worth it, why don't I just take that electric strike wood and snatch it away?

But he almost immediately dismissed these two thoughts in his mind.

Because he was very clear to himself what task he had come to Jinling for this time.

To kill An family people, wait for Ye Changqing to appear, is the dead command given by the king.

As soon as I arrived in Jinling, I should have gotten straight down to business on how to complete my mission. But I got off the plane and ran directly to the antique market, which has already become a rebellion against heaven.

If I were to cause some trouble because of this, what if it spreads to the king's ears? I would be unable to defend myself.

So, Chang Sheng Bo could only suppress his anger and use nearly pitiful language to say to Zhang Er Mao: "Old brother, you're really misunderstanding me. If you don't believe me, just give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer 300,000 directly to you! You should know that the electric strike thing shouldn't be real, buying antique with 300,000?"

"Who knows?" Zhang Er Mao shrugged and said: "I've met people like you before. What's the use of giving me money? If you're really an electric strike person, this money is part of my mission expenses, and I don't need you to pay for it. Once I receive the money, I'll have solid evidence of illegally selling antiques, and at that time, you can just shine your badge, get handcuffed, and be taken away by me. The money I give back to you, I won't even take a single yuan, and in prison, I'll sing for three or five years behind bars. What's the point?"

"You... how come you don't understand oil and salt?" Chang Sheng Bo stomped his foot in place, furious.

He had never thought that Zhang Er Mao would be so cautious, even excessively so.

"What's more, regardless of what he says, he doesn't believe it. He says he wants to give him money, but he doesn't believe it, and this is a completely unspinable opportunity for himself!" JrNovels.com