Apocalypse: Picking up Attributes and Becoming Stronger

There are very few antiques from the Ming Dynasty, let alone the dragon-patterned copper pots owned by the royal family.

Professor Chen's heart was shaking with excitement.

"Uh, boy..."

The old man was not excited because Professor Chen shouted 10 million, and even his face was very dull. He was obviously a rich man and didn't care about the 20 million.

The old man looked at Long Chen and asked for his opinion.

After all, Long Chen got this copper pot for him.

"Master, this is already yours. It's up to you to sell it or not."

Long Chen said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll sell it to you. I usually like some calligraphy and painting, and I'm not very interested in antiques."

The old man said casually.

It doesn't matter how much Professor Chen bids, if it's a calligraphy and painting, let alone 10 million, he won't be able to sell it if it doubles.

But when it comes to antiques, he is not really interested.

Hearing this, Professor Chen laughed and hurriedly put away the dragon-patterned copper can.

"Brother, 10 million is a relatively large amount after all. It may take a lot of time to transfer money. Would you like to go through the transfer procedures with me?"

"No, I trust you, this is my card number, you can just transfer it here."

The old man casually reported a series of numbers, and he didn't even worry that the other party would default on his account.

But Professor Chen is a well-known figure, so he shouldn't ruin his reputation for 10 million.

After all, there are so many people watching here.

"Okay, brother, I wrote it down and I will deal with it as soon as possible."

Professor Chen hurriedly wrote down the card number.

"Young man, thank you. Not only did you save me, but you also gave me this bad breath. This is my number. If there is anything that can't be solved, I will call this number."

The old man said to Long Chen again, and then reported a series of numbers.

After listening to it once, Long Chen almost remembered it. The old man was a little upset when he saw that Long Chen didn't take his phone or pen and paper to write down the number.

"Young man, old man, my number is not given to anyone casually. You have to know how to cherish it."

"Yes, yes, I have already remembered."

Long Chen smiled bitterly, afraid that the old man would be angry, he still pretended to pick up a piece of paper nearby and wrote it down.

It's just that he doesn't care much, what else can he not solve?

If there is, then it is estimated that no one on the whole earth can solve it.

Seeing that Long Chen had written down the number, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

Professor Chen put away the dragon-patterned copper pot and was ready to leave.

At this time, Long Chen suddenly stopped him.

"Your name is that Professor Chen, right?"

Hearing Long Chen's question, the people around were suddenly indignant.

Professor Chen's status in their hearts is no less than the status of a certain Zhan Moukun in the hearts of those brainless fans. Long Chen can't even remember Professor Chen's name.

It's so hateful.

"Is something wrong, boy?"

Professor Chen heard Long Chen's voice and hurriedly asked.

As for Long Chen not remembering his name, Professor Chen didn't care at all.

He was still very interested in Long Chen, and he found the dragon-patterned copper jar.

The rusty dragon-patterned copper can was thrown into a pile of garbage, even if he didn't see it, he didn't expect Long Chen to find it.

To be able to see the true face of the dragon-patterned copper pot requires extensive experience in treasure appraising.

But Long Chen is only in his early twenties, how could he have such eyesight?

"Professor Chen, I have a funny thing here, please help me find out what it is."

Long Chen said, taking out a jade pendant from his arms.

(To be continued)