Qin Haodong was the calmest one among all. He looked at Zhang Wankui. The old man's mouth was half opened, and his eyes turned dull. He looked like a fool.

It had taken quite a while before Zhang Wankui woke up. He raised his hand and slapped himself twice on his face. He had been digging in the antique industry for half of his life, and he surely knew how valuable the Xuande Censer was. It was the treasure he could only dream of.

Someone sent it at the door of ...