Chapter 95 Going to Zhao's Antique Store

Huang Mao and the others were fooled out of Wen's house by Lan Xiao.

Mother Wen wanted to follow out worriedly, but was stopped by Wen Muchu, who glanced at the other bedroom.

"Mom, take good care of Dad at home, leave everything to me, don't worry."

With the support of her brother, Wen Cheng became more courageous now. She patted her chest and assured Mother Wen.

"Mom, just take care of Dad, my brother and I can handle it."

Mother Wen's face was full of sadness, she couldn't tolerate her rejection at all, and several people left Wen's house one after another.

As soon as they got downstairs, Lan Xiao proposed to call for two taxis.

But before taking the taxi, Lan Xiao suddenly suggested that before going to the bank, she asked Huang Mao to go to another place first.

Huang Mao's face changed immediately, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Are you kidding me? You said just now that you were going to take us to the bank to withdraw money, and now you have changed your mind temporarily? Little girl, you are immoral... …”

Lan Xiao smiled and explained with a good-natured smile: "Brother, you have misunderstood. You have been emphasizing that this copper stove is a fake, so the culprit is this copper stove, isn't it?"

Huang Mao immediately nodded: "Yeah, it's a fake, if it's a real one, can I still have the leisure to play with you here now?"

Lan Xiao blinked and smiled with the corners of her lips hooked: "So, before withdrawing money, we need to clarify one thing..."

"What's the matter?" Huang Mao asked with a displeased face.

Lan Xiao held the copper stove with a gentle smile on his face: "Of course, we must first find out whether it is a fake or not. The three of us just listened to your one-sided words, and we didn't see any treasure appraisers with our own eyes. , I identified it as fake, so before I withdraw the money, I have to go to Zhao’s Antique Store, and I have to personally ask them if this copper furnace is fake.”

Huang Mao sneered, as if he thought Lan Xiao was very funny.

"Heh...you girl, you really can't cry without seeing the coffin. Can I lie to you?"

"How can we know if you lie to me or not? She's right. We have to see it with our own eyes before we can believe it. So, everything...let's not talk about it..." Wen Cheng was completely emboldened and mustered up his courage. Insert a sentence.

Huang Mao swept the two little girls in front of him, mocking and sarcastic all over his face.

"Okay, since you want to be looked down upon and ridiculed, I don't mind going through the humiliation and letting you experience it once. Let's go... Let's go to Zhao's Antique Store. I want you to understand."

So, a few people diverted and went to Zhao's antique shop in a quiet suburb.

Ordinary wealthy people don't like to go to the downtown area. There are too many people and the cars are blocked. They would rather run an extra distance than get stuck in traffic in a downtown area.

Therefore, the antique shops of many jewelry families in Lingcheng, these are relatively low-key shops, have all opened in the newly developed suburbs of Lingcheng in recent years.

The group had a clear purpose, and the taxi stopped directly in front of Zhao's antique shop.

At this time, the sun was setting, almost dusk, and it was time for lunch, so there was no one in the shop at this time.

A group of people who hula la entered Zhao's antique shop.

On the shelves in the antique shop, there are many porcelains, bronzes, rare ancient books, and even antique paintings and other antiques hanging in some places.

Lan Xiao and Wen Cheng went in and looked row by row, their eyes straightened. On the contrary, Wen Muchu's expression was extremely dull.