I am doing well in the Siheyuan

"It's up to you, love it however you want!"

When Cheng Jianjun heard this, a scornful smile appeared on his face.

Since joining forces with Li Huaide, Cheng Jianjun had already moved the location of the kiln. The place that Liu Haizhong knew was now just an empty house, with no trace of the kiln at all.

"Cheng Jianjun, wait, just ask for any conditions you have, I will agree to them all!"

Seeing that Cheng Jianjun was about to leave, Liu Haizhong hurriedly shouted loudly, which attracted the attention of the prison guard nearby and stopped him.

After leaving Liu Haizhong, Cheng Jianjun went straight back home.

"Junzi, are you okay?"

As soon as Cheng's mother saw Cheng Jianjun coming home, she immediately closed the door.

"It's okay, some people just want to ask me about the whereabouts of the owner of Foley Auction House, but I don't know where he is!"

Cheng Jianjun sat casually at the table. The Cheng family was having dinner at that time. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. Everything was normal.

"By the way, Su Meng came to see you today!"

Cheng's mother mentioned Su Meng's visit today.

"Mom, don't tell her I'm back yet. I'm going out soon and may not be back for several years!"

Cheng Jianjun shook his head and told his plan.

"Where are you going?"

When Mr. Cheng heard this, he stood up and asked.

"Don't worry about this. I'm not going to college anymore. This money is for you to use. I'll leave tomorrow and I've already bought the train tickets."

Cheng Jianjun took out a wad of money from his pocket and put it on the table.

Cheng's father and mother looked at each other. Although they knew that Cheng Jianjun must be in trouble at the moment, they did not want to interfere too much.

At the same time, in the Yan family's courtyard next door, the atmosphere was still gloomy and depressing.

"That Xu Damao is still in jail, and we don't know how long he will be in jail. How can we get our property deed back?"

The three aunts kept complaining.

"The monk may escape, but the temple cannot. When he comes out, we will settle the score with him!"

Yan Bugui accepted the reality, and after spending a few days in the hospital, his mentality changed.

"Dad, who would have thought that Xu Damao would even betray his own people?"

Yan Jiecheng complained in a low voice. After this incident, his status in the family had obviously declined.

"If you don't eat at the table and can't sell that jar, you'll never eat at the table again!"

Seeing that Yan Jiecheng was about to go to the table to eat, Yan Bugui was unwilling to reveal the matter easily.

After being scolded, Yan Jiecheng could only pick up a few pieces of food with chopsticks in a dejected manner and squatted aside to eat.

This matter caused a lot of uproar, and almost everyone in the compound was talking about it.

In Qin Huairu's family, "I heard that the third uncle's family bought an antique, but it turned out to be a fake!"

Xiaodang told the news she had heard.

"Serves them right! They've been so scheming, they deserve to lose everything!"

Jia Zhang spat.

"I don't know where they get so much money to buy antiques!"

Banggeng muttered, the desire for money always lingering in his heart.

In this family, apart from the occasional pocket money given to him by Jia Zhang, he had almost no other source of income.

"Say less, I just want you to live a peaceful life!"

Qin Huairu glanced at her children.

"Dad, we can't even talk?"

Huaihua was quite indignant and gently pushed Shazhu.

"Just listen to mom."

Sha Zhu did not want to get too involved in the argument, even though he had witnessed Xu Damao's glory before his arrest and was well aware of the entanglements involved, and was even less willing to say more.

Ever since his fate became linked with that of Qin Huairu's family, his life has become more restricted and everything is strictly controlled.

Banggeng has been idle at home all day, and now Qin Huairu has to worry about his marriage.

The next morning, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, Cheng Jianjun walked out of his house.

Qin Jingru was waiting at the station early. When she caught a glimpse of Cheng Jianjun, she immediately waved her arm to signal him.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Jianjun looked around at the crowd and walked into the station resolutely.

Qin Jingru followed Cheng Jianjun's eyes until he walked into the station and then she followed him.

At the same time, newspaper deliverymen shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city, and their figures appeared at various stations on bicycles.

As the train whistle sounded, "beep-beep", newspapers were handed to everyone.

"The police support the Foley Auction House in returning the antiques that have been auctioned!"

A striking headline on the front page of the newspaper immediately attracted everyone's attention.

After reading the report carefully, I realized that it was not an unconditional refund, but was aimed at antiques sold by Foley Auction House at two auctions and with complete appraisal certificates and receipts.

Most people took a quick glance at this and secretly praised the police for their high efficiency in handling cases, but what attracted them more was the popular content about antique identification knowledge below, which made people eager to try it out.

For those who have purchased antiques at auctions, this news was like hot oil splashed into boiling water, instantly causing a stir.

Many people immediately took out the antiques in their hands and ran straight to the police station.

When Guan's parents saw the newspaper, they were dumbfounded because they had already given the antique to Mr. Guan.

"Can this fake antique be returned or exchanged?"

Guan's mother frowned. If she had known this would happen, she would never have given the money away so easily.

"Could it be that Master Guan already knew about this?"

Father Guan fell into deep thought, trying hard to recall what happened at that time.

"It shouldn't be that serious. We took the initiative to give it to him. It was just that another person who was present at the time added a few words..."

Guan's mother thought about it for a moment and felt that this possibility was unlikely.

"I wonder who that person is?"

Guan's father began to doubt Ye Ming's identity.

"How about we go find the old man and get the antique back?"

When Guan's mother thought about the price she paid for selling the antiques, she felt unwilling.

"Why don't you go and ask?"

Guan's father was hesitant, as he couldn't bring himself to lose face. After all, he had just given it to Old Man Guan, and now he wanted to ask for it back.

While the two were struggling, Uncle Liu was also flipping through the "Sijiu City Daily".

"Mengmeng, should we try going to the police station?"

Uncle Liu was excited. Although the antiques in their hands were obtained from Li Huaide and they had an appraisal certificate, they just didn't have a receipt. Perhaps there was still a chance.

"Uncle, they have stipulated two auctions. I guess we will be in the same boat as those who participated in the internal auction. There is no chance."

Su Meng understood the meaning of the newspaper and shook her head helplessly.

I had been holding onto a glimmer of hope, but it was shattered in an instant.

Recently they have been looking for Cheng Jianjun everywhere, but have not been able to find any trace of him. It is very likely that he has escaped with Li Huaide.

"It's all Han Chunming's fault. If he hadn't let the secret slip and let Master report it, we would have sold the antiques soon. Now even the construction company's project is having trouble starting!"

Su Meng once again blamed Han Chunming.

If it weren't for Mr. Guan's intervention, the Foley Auction House would not have collapsed so quickly and implicated them.