After taking a shower and going to bed, Tang Susu turned on all the lights in the room uncharacteristically, and then threw herself back on the bed.
Shi Chengxuan was shocked by her actions and asked hesitantly, "Susu, are you going to sleep like this tonight?"
Tang Susu nodded confidently, "Yes, I'm afraid of having nightmares at night."
Shi Chengxuan sat up from the bed with a headache. He has always had high requirements for the quality of sleep, so it's no wonder that the lights are bright and he can sleep well.
After thinking about it, he gently persuaded: "I will hold you to sleep at night, you will not have nightmares."
Tang Susu hesitated for a while, "Wouldn't it be safer for you to hold me and turn on the light to sleep?"
"Me and Deng, you can only choose one." Shi Chengxuan forced himself to ignore the small eyes she expected, and his attitude was very tough.
Tang Susu bit her lip and wanted to say that she chose to turn on the lights, but Shi Chengxuan's eyes clearly told her that if she chose the wrong one, the consequences might be a little serious. So aggrieved, he ran out of bed barefooted and turned off the lights.
After turning off the light, she jumped back on the bed like a rabbit, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around Shi Chengxuan's thin waist.
Shi Chengxuan put the man in his arms and decided to add horror movies to the weekly plan in the future, which is very conducive to family harmony.
After Chen Xiang returned home, he fell asleep quickly. Sleeping until midnight, suddenly sat up from the bed again.
He took out his mobile phone, and from among the hundreds of contacts, he found one that had almost never been contacted, and only had Mr. Zhou's number on it.
He stared at the number for a long time, hesitated, and dialed it.
"Hello, who is it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was calm, but unexpectedly sober. Obviously, the other party is not sleeping at the moment.
"Mr. Zhou, my surname is Chen."
After a long while, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to think of something, and his attitude changed very quickly, "It's Chen Xiang, Master Chen. Long time no see, what's your order?"
"I heard that Mr. Zhou has a big business."
"Chen Shao has won the prize."
"I want to see the goods." Chen Xiang bit his lower lip and whispered.
"Of course, you can come to my store tomorrow, and the address will be sent to you shortly."
Chen Xiang hung up the phone with satisfaction, put the phone on the pillow, and continued to sleep.
At the same time, in the backyard of an antique shop a few kilometers away, a middle-aged man with a moustache was slowly wiping a black dagger back and forth with a white cloth stained with dark red.
The rusted dagger slowly regained its original color after being wiped with a white cloth. Behind him, a young and beautiful woman was kneeling. The woman was holding a bowl of blood plasma in her hands. Her wrists were still soaked in blood. of bandages.
"The little brat of the Chen family is really restless." The middle-aged man dipped the cloth on his hand in the blood plasma and continued to wipe the dagger on his hand.
After the dagger was wiped clean, he said to the people behind him, "Remind me tomorrow and send a letter to Lord Chen."
"Yes." The woman lowered her head and replied respectfully.
Chen Xiang took a bank card early the next morning and took a taxi to Gudao Street with a backpack on his back.
He found the store according to the address on his mobile phone. As soon as he entered the store, he saw a middle-aged man in a black tunic suit approaching him. The man was slightly bald, with thin cheeks and a beard on his mouth. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp.
He said politely to Chen Xiang, "You are Young Master Chen, please come in."
Chen Xiang sullen, did not respond to the enthusiasm of the middle-aged man, and asked coldly, "Mr. Zhou, can I see the goods now?"
"Of course, please come with me."
A cold light flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes, and he took him up to the second floor, where he twisted on the Bogu shelf on the second floor, and a wall next to it suddenly moved away, revealing the darkroom inside.
After entering the darkroom, Mr. Zhou opened a secret compartment and pulled out a silver suitcase.
The box opened and there were two pistols inside.
"Chen Shao, the wind has been a little tight recently, and I have limited goods in my hand. Can you give me your hands first?"
While Mr. Zhou was still talking, Chen Xiang involuntarily stepped back, his back was against the wall, and his heart was numb for a moment. The moment he saw the gun, he suddenly regretted it.
Last night, he was thinking of asking Chen Dongsheng to fight back, but at this moment, he flinched.
"Young Master Chen? If you're not satisfied, wait a few more days to see the new product." Seeing that he didn't move, Mr. Zhou thought he didn't like it, and added another sentence.
Chen Xiang raised his head, took a deep breath, and said to Mr. Zhou with a trembling voice, "Aren't you here... don't you sell antiques?"
"... What?" Mr. Zhou's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back his swear words.
"I heard people say that you have good things in your hands, they are all just unearthed..."
Mr. Zhou licked his lips and looked at the boy whose legs were shaking in front of him, and suddenly wanted to scold his mother.
Damn, you don't buy a gun, and you call me in the middle of the night? Buying local goods, you say, is mysterious.
Mr. Zhou simply didn't know what expression to make. The only thing fortunate was that this young master belongs to the Chen family, so he should know what to say and what not to say.
"Master Chen, I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Closing the box with his backhand, Mr. Zhou squeezed out a smile, "Aren't you really going to buy one for self-defense?"
"No, no, I can't use this thing in school." Chen Xiang shook his head violently, "I just heard that you seem to have a Chinese eagle here."
"Hey, I just received a handle piece recently, and it happens to be a Han carving. If you don't dislike it, Chen Shao will come over and palm your eyes?"
"Okay. That... Mr. Zhou, I won't tell anyone." Before leaving the darkroom, Chen Xiang assured the other party very seriously.
Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes secretly, turned his head but still smiled, "Of course, I naturally believe in Chen Shao's credit."
When Chen Xiang left with the jade carving, Shopkeeper Zhou spat out a mouthful of spit and sat back on his Taishi chair.
Behind him, the beautiful woman asked in a low voice, "Treasurer, do you still need to inform the Chen family?"
"Tell me, the little boy is playing with me."
No matter whether the kid really wanted to buy it or pretended to buy it before, since he didn't get the goods from him, he didn't need to make himself uncomfortable.
The Chen family is not easy to get along with. If you can avoid contact, try not to get in touch.
After leaving the store and walking a few hundred meters, Chen Xiang found a corner and squatted down.
He actually went to buy a gun, but when he got there and saw the gun, he suddenly retreated.
A lot of thoughts flooded into his mind in an instant, what would happen if he succeeded, and what would happen if he failed? Whether he succeeds or fails, he seems to have to lose his life.
He was a little scared, he didn't want to end his life like this.