The Bowl of Seven Emotions

After taking a bath and going to bed, Tang Susu turned on all the lights in the house uncharacteristically before leaping back on the bed.

Shi Chengxuan was shocked by this wave of operations, and he hesitantly asked: "Su Su, are you planning to sleep like this tonight?"

Tang Susu nodded straightforwardly, "Yes, I'm afraid of nightmares at night."

Shi Chengxuan sat up from the bed with a headache. He has always had a high level of sleep quality, so it's weird to be able to sleep well if the lights are so bright.

After thinking about it, he euphemistically persuaded: "I hold you to sleep at night, you won't have nightmares."

Tang Susu hesitated, "Isn't it safer for you to hold me and turn on the light to sleep?"

"Me and Deng, you can only choose one." Shi Chengxuan forced herself to ignore the small eyes she expected, with a very tough attitude.

Tang Susu bit her lip and wanted to say that she chose to turn on the light, but Shi Chengxuan's eyes clearly told her that if she chose the wrong one, the consequences might be a bit serious. So aggrieved, ran out of bed barefoot and turned off the lights.

Turning off the light, she jumped back to the bed like a rabbit, and actively embraced Shi Chengxuan's thin waist with her hands.

Shi Chengxuan put the person in his arms and decided to add horror movies to the weekly plan in the future, which is very conducive to family harmony.

Chen Xiang fell asleep soon after returning home. Sleeping until midnight, suddenly sat up from the bed again.

He took out his cell phone and found out one of the hundreds of contacts that he had almost never contacted before, and only noted the number of Mr. Zhou.

He stared at the number for a long time, hesitated and dialed it.

"Hello, who?" The voice on the other end of the phone was calm, but unexpectedly sober. Obviously, the other party is not sleeping at the moment.

"Mr. Zhou, my last name is Chen."

After a while, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have thought of something, and his attitude changed extremely quickly, "It's Chen Xiang, Master Chen. It's been a long time since I saw you. What's your order?"

"I heard that Mr. Zhou is doing a lot of business."

"Shao Chen has been awarded."

"I want to see the goods." Chen Xiang bit his lower lip and whispered.

"Of course, you can come to my store tomorrow and the address will be sent to you in a while."

Chen Xiang hung up the phone satisfactorily, put the phone next to his pillow, and continued to sleep.

At the same time, in the backyard of an antique shop a few kilometers away, a middle-aged man with a moustache was slowly wiping a black dagger with a white cloth soaked in dark red.

The rusty dagger slowly returned to its original color under the wiping of the white cloth. Behind him, a young and beautiful woman was sitting on her knees. The woman was holding a bowl of plasma in her hand, and blood could be seen on her wrist. Bandage.

"The Chen family's **** is really restless." The middle-aged man moistened the cloth on his hand in his plasma and continued to wipe the dagger on his hand.

After the dagger was wiped clean, he said to the person behind him, "Remember to remind me tomorrow and give Chen Ye a letter."

"Yes." The woman lowered her head and replied respectfully.

Chen Xiang took a bank card early the next morning and took a taxi to Gudao Street with his backpack on his back.

He found the store according to the address on the phone. As soon as he walked into the store, he saw a middle-aged man in a black tunic suit greeted him. The man’s head was slightly bald, his cheeks were thin, and he had two beards on his mouth. Although his face was smiling, his eyes were sharp.

He politely said to Chen Xiang: "You are Shao Chen, please come in."

Chen Xiang's face was sullen, and he didn't respond to the enthusiasm of the middle-aged man, and asked coldly, "Mr. Zhou, can I see the goods now?"

"Of course, please follow me."

A gleam of cold light flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes, leading him to the second floor, twisting on the Bogu shelf on the second floor, and a wall beside him suddenly moved away, revealing the darkroom inside.

After entering the darkroom, Mr. Zhou opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a silver suitcase from it.

The box was opened with two pistols inside.

"Chen Shao, the wind has been a bit tight recently, and the goods in my hand are limited. Do you want to hold your hand first?"

While Mr. Zhou was still talking, Chen Xiang involuntarily stepped back, his back pressed against the wall, and his heart was upset for a moment. The moment he saw the gun, he suddenly regretted it.

Last night, he still thought of asking Chen Dongsheng to retaliate, but at this moment, he flinched.

"Shao Chen? If you are not satisfied, wait a few more days to see the new products." Seeing that he was still, Mr. Zhou thought he was not interested, and added.

Chen Xiang raised his head and took a deep breath, shaking his voice and said to Mr. Zhou: "You...are you not selling antiques here?"

"...What's the thing?" Mr. Zhou twitched his mouth, almost unable to hold back his swearing.

"I heard people say that you have good things in your hands, all just unearthed..."

Mr. Zhou licked his lips and looked at the boy whose legs were shaking in front of him, and suddenly wanted to scold his mother.

Damn it, don't you buy a gun, call me a hairy call in the middle of the night? You are talking about buying local goods, it's mysterious.

Mr. Zhou simply didn't know what expression to make. The only thing to be thankful was that this young master belonged to the Chen family, and he should know what to say and what not to say.

"Master Chen, I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Closing the box with his backhand, Mr. Zhou squeezed out a smile, "Are you really going to buy one for self-defense?"

"No, no, I don't need this thing for school." Chen Xiang shook his head abruptly, "I heard that you seem to have a Chinese sculpture here."

"Hey, I just received a handle piece recently. It happens to be a Han eagle. If you don't dislike it, Shao Chen will come over and palm?"

"Okay. That... Mr. Zhou, I won't tell anyone." Before leaving the darkroom, Chen Xiang assured him very seriously.

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes secretly, turned his head but still smiled, "Of course, I naturally believe in Chen Shao's credit."

When Chen Xiang took the jade carving and left, the shopkeeper Zhou spit out and sat back on his armchair.

Behind him, the beautiful woman asked in a low voice, "The shopkeeper, do I still need to notify the Chen family?"

"Notice a fart, Little Mao kid is playing with me."

Regardless of whether that kid really wanted to buy or imaginary, since he didn't get the goods from him, he didn't need to find himself uncomfortable.

The Chen family is not a good match, so if you can avoid contact, it is better not to contact as much as possible.

After leaving the shop and walking several hundred meters, Chen Xiang found a corner and squatted down.

He actually rushed to buy a gun, but when he got there, he suddenly retreated after seeing the gun.

A lot of thoughts poured into his mind for an instant, what would happen if he succeeded, what would happen if he failed? Whether it succeeded or failed, he seemed to lose his life.

He was a little scared, he didn't want to end his life like this.