Apocalypse: Picking up Attributes and Becoming Stronger

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

Professor Chen was already shaking with excitement.

"Uh, boy..."

The old man was not excited because Professor Chen shouted ten million, and his face was very plain. He was obviously a rich man and didn't care about the twenty million.

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

After all, Long Chen helped him obtain this copper pot.

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

Long Chen said with a smile.

"Well, let's sell it to you. The old man usually likes some calligraphy and painting, and he is not very interested in antiques."

The old man said casually.

It doesn't matter how much Professor Chen bids. If this is a calligraphy and painting, let alone ten million, he will not be able to sell it if it doubles.

But he is not really interested in antiques.

Professor Chen laughed loudly when he heard the words, and hurriedly put the dragon-patterned copper pot away carefully.

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

"No, I believe you, this is my card number, you just need to go here."

The old man reported a bunch of numbers casually, and he didn't even worry that the other party would be wrong.

However, Professor Chen is a well-known person, and he should not be bad for ten million.

After all, there are still so many people watching.

"Okay, brother, I took 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 such a bad breath. This is my number. If you can't solve anything in the future, just call this number."

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

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

"Young man, old man, my number is not given to people casually, you must know how to cherish it."

"Yes, yes, I have already remembered."

Long Chen gave a wry smile, fearing that the old man would be angry, so he pretended to pick up a piece of paper nearby and write it down.

It's just that he didn't care much, what else could he not solve?

If there is, then 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 the dragon-patterned copper pot away and prepared to leave.

At this time, Long Chen suddenly stopped him.

"Your name is Professor Chen, right?"

Hearing Long Chen's question, everyone around him suddenly became angry.

Professor Chen's status in their hearts is no less than that of Zhan Xun Kun in the hearts of those brain-dead fans, Long Chen can't even remember Professor Chen's name.

It's really hateful.

"Is there anything wrong with the boy?"

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

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

He is still very interested in Long Chen, and he discovered the dragon-patterned copper pot.

The original rusty dragon pattern copper pot was thrown into a pile of rubbish, 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 jar requires a wealth of experience in appreciating treasures.

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

"Professor Chen, I have another interesting thing here. Could you please help me see what it is."

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