Huang Guoquan's face became more and more gloomy. He looked at Chen Yong with a fierce look and said coldly: "Xiao Chen has no room for maneuver."

Chen Yong looked directly at Huang Guoquan and said in a cold tone: "If these people ran to your house, burned, killed, and robbed you, and then paid you $300,000, would you agree?"

Huang Zhiwei shouted loudly: "Chen Yong, why did you talk to your leader? It's neither big nor small."

Huang Guoquan's face looked even more ugly than before. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it deeply. Chen Yong didn't get in, so it was useless to say anything.

Chen Yong stood up and said lightly: "If Vice President Huang has nothing to do, I will go back and be busy!"

After saying that, he strode out of the conference room.

After a month of peace, one morning, Ni Dongsheng called Chen Yong to the office and said seriously: "Next month the Queen of England is visiting our country. I suggest to my leader to see the coin in your hand. If you hand it over, it will be difficult to get it back. The Queen will definitely ask to sell it to her. If it refuses, it will affect the friendship between the two countries."

After hearing this, Chen Yong's heart sank into the bottom of the valley and felt a sense of powerlessness. Chen Yong's heart was reluctant, so he asked, "What other solution does Master have?"

Ni Dongsheng thought for a while and said, "In this way, you can make a rubbing of the coins so that the queen can appreciate them!"

Half a month after this incident, Chen Yong asked his master for leave because he had something to do at home because he wanted to go back to his hometown in Nanyue Province. Xu Yuhui happened to be present at that time.

That afternoon, Chen Yong took things from the dormitory and came to the road. He saw a taxi parked on the side of the road. Because he was a little anxious at the time, he didn't pay much attention. Seeing that there were no customers in the car, he opened the door and took the taxi driver to the airport. But slowly, Chen Yong found that the road was getting desolate. Chen Yong asked the driver not to go to the airport. The driver said that the road was being renovated and could only take a detour. Soon the taxi turned in at an intersection, and Chen Yong found something was wrong and was about to jump out of the car and escape. The taxi stopped immediately. Four big men rushed out of nowhere, pulled Chen Yong out of the car, searched Chen Yong, and finally found Birmingham five-cent nickel coins in Chen Yong's wallet, knocked Chen Yong fainted with one stick, and the four of them got into the taxi and left.

When Chen Yong woke up, it was already night, his headache was split, and there was a lot of darkness around him, and he could not see any light. He touched the back of his head with his right hand, his hands were wet, and it was impossible to see whether it was blood or sweat in the dark. Anyway, it was a blessing to save his life without death. He searched for luggage around him, packed up the clothes scattered around, and then slowly groped to the main road. This place was very remote, and he could not find a family, so he could only walk along the road. After walking for more than two hours, he saw the lights in front of him, and walked to a small shop and called the police.

Chen Yong stayed in the hospital for a week, and the police filed a case for investigation, but there were no clues for several years. After several years of hard work, Chen Yong became an archaeological researcher at the museum. The good times did not last long. Master Ni Dongsheng retired, Chen Yong lost his backer and was rejected and suppressed everywhere in the museum. He had no nostalgia for this place. Chen Yong applied to his superiors and transferred back to the Pengcheng Cultural Relics Department of South Guangdong Province.

Chen Yong looked at the five-cent nickel coin, and the memories of his previous life appeared in his mind. Chen Yong took back his thoughts, asked the stall owner for the price in Cantonese. The stall owner looked at the coins he picked out, raised a female finger with his right hand, and said, "Young boy, you are an expert!"

Finally, the stall owner sold Chen Yong at a price of 20 yuan per coin. There were about 200 of them. Chen Yong took out 4,000 yuan from his backpack and handed it to the stall owner. The stall owner smiled so hard that he packed the coins in a small plastic box and gave them to Chen Yong, saying thank you! Looking at the stall owner's expression, he knew that he had made a lot of money. But if he knew the true value of these coins, he might be so angry that he vomited blood.

Chen Yong put the box into his backpack and carried it on his back, and walked forward in a very happy mood.

Chen Yong stopped at a porcelain stall because he saw a very familiar bowl. The size and form of the bowl were very similar to a cultural relic at the Kyoto Museum, so he didn't know whether the bowl was authentic or not.

Chen Yong squatted down and did not go directly to look at the bowl. Instead, he picked up a blue and white fish-patterned bowl in the folk kiln next to him, looked at it, and after a while, he put the bowl back. Then he picked up the familiar bowl and looked at it. The bowl was very dirty and dirty. He didn't know what was inside. It was covered with a layer of glue, and the outside was spotted. The pattern was completely unseen. The exposed part seemed to be red. When you turned over the bottom, there was also a layer of black stuff stuck at the bottom. Now there was no way to tell whether it was true or false, so you could only buy it back. Chen Yong casually asked the stall owner: "How do you sell this bowl by the boss!"

The stall owner is a man, about forty years old. He glanced at him with his eyes and said, "50, take it!"

Chen Yong put the bowl back and said, "This bowl is so dirty, and you have to clean it when you go back. I don't know if it's complete, I can only pay 10 yuan."

The boss glanced at Chen Yong and said with a smile: "I purchase more than ten yuan for this bowl. You can add more points, and you can take it away for a single price of 30!"

Chen Yong also smiled and said, "I don't want a point more than 20."

After saying that, he stood up and acted as if he was about to leave. Seeing that Chen Yong was about to leave, the boss said loudly very readily: "It will be for you 20 for 20. As a friend, the young man remembers to come here to see next time."

The boss handed the bowl a random pack of old newspapers to Chen Yong. Chen Yong gave it to the boss 20 yuan and put the bowl into his backpack. If this bowl is true, it should be a copper-tied red cloisonné enamel Wanshou Wuwang Bowl. It was an official kiln made in the Qianlong period, a national treasure-level thing.

Chen Yong felt that Tianguangxu was very good and had a lot of gains today. He would come and visit often when he had time in the future to pick up bargains.

Chen Yong continued to walk forward, and the street was almost over. Seeing a stall full of bronze ware in front of him, Chen Yong walked over.

This stall is relatively large, twice as big as an ordinary stall. There are only four people squatting there in front of the stall, holding a bronze ware and discussing. Chen Yong walked around the stall and found no high-value things. The variety of this stall is very complete, including tripods, cauldrons, cals, gui, jue, guanliujue, gourd, lifting beam pot, gourd-shaped lifting beam pot, plate, etc., as well as food utensils, wine utensils, mirrors, swords, etc., all-inclusive.
Chapter completed!