Chapter 124 - Chapter 124: Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe)_3 (1/2)

Chapter 124: Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe)_3

“Lin, how much did this cost?” Liu Qing smiled.

“One thousand two hundred.”

“Lin, I’ll be honest with you, the wholesale price for this should be twelve yuan. If you want to find good stuff, you really need to learn more from Aunt Liu,” Liu Qing said with a smile.

She thought that Lin Chuan might be a top talent in other areas.

But in the antiques circle, Lin Chuan was an absolute novice.

The kind that anyone could see right through from a mile away!

“What about these?”

Lin Chuan took out the “Xuande Furnace,” “Ming Dynasty Blue and White Multicolored Porcelain,” “Fengtian One Tael,” among other antique items, but Liu Qing just glanced at them casually, didn’t even take a proper look, waved her hand, and declared her judgement.

—They’re all fake!

In Liu Qing’s eyes, the sudden despondent look on Lin Chuan’s face also showed a bit of resentment for being cheated.

Liu Qing then consoled Lin Chuan with a few words before they parted ways.

After parting,

All four people had satisfied and content smiles on their faces.

Old Zhang thought the deal was done.

Liu Qing thought the deal was done.

Lin Chuan and Little Landlady also thought the deal was done.

In short, it was happiness all around.

Little Landlady, riding her little electric scooter, enjoyed the embrace of Lin Chuan as they casually traveled back to Happiness Community, humming a tune along the streets and alleys.

In Happiness Community, the evening scenery gradually unfolded, the setting sun’s afterglow scattered on the patchy stone paths, casting warm and mysterious shadows, the glass windows of the old houses in the neighborhood refracted soft light, and a cool breeze slipped through as well.

In Lin Chuan’s rented apartment.

“Chairman, today you called me ‘Xinxin’; it sounded so nice,” the Little Landlady said, propping her hands on the table, cradling her face, focused on her chairman.

“Eh, I still prefer calling you Little Landlady,” Lin Chuan said, while placing the fake antiques he had acquired that day on the table.

Little Landlady pouted and asked, “Can we take away the ‘Little Landlady’ part and replace it with another word?”

“Replace it with what?” Lin Chuan responded, as his gaze fell on one of the coins.

“Replace it with ‘old’.” Little Landlady’s face bloomed with a smile, and she blinked her eyes.