It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

This message was replied to by Gu Qingyao.

She said she was out of town yesterday and had just returned.

He even said that dinner was out of the question, and that introducing Luo Li was just a small favor, adding a casual remark as he went along.

"Luo Li told me everything, saying you deliberately mentioned me to intimidate those nobody people. You're shameless, aren't you? You just sold me a painting, and you think you can bully me?"

Chen Mo looked at the screen and smiled.

"Uh, I really do want to treat you to dinner. Of course, I'd also like to take advantage of your platform. Could you give me a chance?"

"No need. I don't think we'll have any interaction beyond that of a buyer and seller relationship."

Chen Mo wasn't angry when he saw the text message.

This is normal.

Gu Qingyao had only met him once, while Shengheng Group, with assets exceeding 50 billion, had access to only big shots.

There are probably quite a few top experts in the antique industry.

He did not reply.

Back at Xiangsi Lake Residence, Chen Mo frowned as soon as he turned into the underground parking garage of Building 15.

A black SUV was parked on the side of the driveway near the elevator entrance.

From this location, you can see the entrance and exit of the elevator lobby of Building 15.

He used his X-ray vision to see through the car body.

Several burly men were sitting in the car.

One of them was Wang Quan.

At that moment, Wang Quan was looking at him through the car window, pointing at him and saying something to the person next to him.

Those people all nodded in agreement.

He curled his lip. Was that all the threats Wang Quan was spouting?

However, this kind of threat is indeed troublesome for Zhao Siman.

Fortunately, Zhao Siman no longer lives here.

Chen Mo withdrew his X-ray vision.

He walked over and knocked on the car window.

Wang Quan rolled down the car window, his fierce expression replaced by a fake smile. "Mr. Chen, what a coincidence."

"Oh, it really is you. What's up? You've got someone messing with me?"

"Mr. Chen is joking. We live in a society governed by the rule of law. My brothers and I were just passing by and stopped by for a visit."

Chen Mo knew that Wang Quan wouldn't dare to make a move here.

The underground parking garage of Xiangsi Lake Residence is full of security cameras.

The old man's goal was probably to put pressure on him and make things difficult for him and Zhao Siman.

Chen Mo stepped forward, leaned against the car door, lowered his voice, and said something in a volume that only the people inside the car could hear.

"You old bastard, you're such a coward! I've already cheated on your son, the child is mine, and you're still going to split millions, while your son is going to jail. Now you've brought a bunch of people over, and you don't even dare to lay a hand on him?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

But the group of burly men behind him had already exploded.

"Holy shit..."

The car door was suddenly pushed open, but Chen Mo was prepared and took two steps back to avoid it.

Those burly men rushed out of the car; some kicked directly at the driver, while others circled around to try and flank him.

Although these people were haphazard in their attacks, they were ruthless, and two of them even had folding knives tucked into their waistbands.

Chen Mo advanced instead of retreating.

The muscle memory developed through combat proficiency is fully activated.

He dodged the kick that came straight at him, grabbed the man's ankle with his left hand and twisted it outwards. The man spun halfway through the air and crashed heavily onto the front of the car.

Simultaneously, his right elbow struck backward, hitting another burly man who lunged at him from behind squarely in the throat. The man groaned, clutching his neck as he fell to his knees.

As the third person's fist came flying, Chen Mo turned his head to dodge it, then cut in from the outside with his right hand, grabbed the other person's wrist, and pulled it down using the momentum.

With a crack, the man's shoulder dislocated, and he screamed as he stumbled backward, crashing into the hood of the SUV.

The remaining two drew their swords.

Chen Mo didn't give them a chance to get close.

He rushed into the gap between the two men, parried the hand holding the knife with his left hand, and struck the man's face with his right fist. The man fell backward, and the knife fell to the ground.

The last one was hit on the side of the knee by a sweeping kick, and he screamed and fell to his knees.

Less than a minute before and after.

Five burly men were lying on the ground.

Humph, some hum, some roll away...

Wang Quan remained seated in the car, motionless.

Chen Mo stepped forward and patted Wang Quan's face.

"You old bastard, I gave you a chance but you couldn't use it. I overestimated you. You only know how to use such underhanded methods?"

Wang Quan trembled all over, his eyes filled with fear.

Chen Mo straightened his collar and looked at the property staff and security guards rushing over from not far away.

Qin Qing followed behind, holding a walkie-talkie, her face full of anxiety.

"Butler Qin, it's not safe for me to stay here. I run into thugs even on my way home!"

Qin Qing bit her lip, on the verge of tears, "Mr. Chen... I'm sorry... we've already called the police..."

The property manager, sweating profusely, apologized and said he would immediately increase patrols.

The police arrived quickly.

Chen Mo went to the police station to give a statement.

He recounted what had happened. Wang Quan harbored resentment because of his son's situation and brought men to guard him. He went over to reason with them and begged them to let him go, but the group rushed down and attacked him.

After reviewing the surveillance footage, the police determined that he had acted in self-defense.

Those people got beaten for nothing.

If someone has a broken arm or leg, Wang Quan has to pay for their medical expenses.

Even Wang Quan himself was detained for organizing provocation and disturbance.

I got home, took a shower, and felt so refreshed.

He took out the batch of books he had previously bought from Xinhua Bookstore, flipped through a few pages, read a few paragraphs, and then put them down.

This content is too basic.

Moreover, several parts were clearly written by an amateur, and did not match the expert-level knowledge imparted to him by the system.

Forget it, I'm not watching anymore.

Time for bed. Tomorrow, I'll go explore Ningcheng's antique street and jade market to familiarize myself with this trade.

The next morning, he called Yu Linglong.

I learned that Yu Linglong was still working at Yu Yuan Workshop doing carving.

"Stop going, quit, and take me shopping."

Half an hour later, Chen Mo met her at the entrance of the antique street.

Yu Linglong changed into a black tracksuit today, with short hair and no makeup, looking dashing and spirited.

"Should I resign?"

"I resigned." She nodded. "Mr. Chen, to be honest, the chances of finding a bargain in a place like Ningcheng are very low."

"I've been to the antique street countless times since I was a child. Any bargains I could find have already been snapped up. Most of the items on the stalls are fakes and imitations, designed to rip off laymen."

"The store does have genuine products, but the prices are very fixed, so you won't make much money from buying them. Only people who really need them will buy them."

"It's okay, just treat it as getting familiar with the market."

He came today to test his X-ray vision and the expert knowledge package.

They went to the innermost stall area of ​​the antique street.

There were many vendors squatting on both sides, some with a cloth spread out, some with a folding table, displaying copper coins, porcelain bowls, old books, jade, and old furniture fragments in a mess.

Chen Mo glanced over at it.

With his X-ray vision activated, these objects appeared different to him.

The porcelain bowl's body reveals traces of modern machine-made throwing beneath the glaze, while the green rust on the copper coin is a fake patina created through chemical corrosion.

The old book looks yellowed, but the texture of the paper fibers indicates it's machine-made paper, not handmade paper.

Not to mention jade artifacts, they are all dyed and resin-injected B-grade and C-grade products, some of which are not even jade.

Yu Linglong followed behind him, watching him walk and stop, occasionally squatting down and doing somersaults.

Every time Chen Mo picked up something, she wanted to remind him, but seeing that he just flipped through it and put it down again, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

At the end of the alley, Chen Mo squatted down in front of a stall.

This stall was quieter than the others, displaying mostly old furniture scraps.

A few broken chairs, a few drawers, and a pile of miscellaneous wooden frames.

The stall owner was a thin, old man who squatted down and smoked without greeting anyone.

Chen Mo's gaze fell on a rosewood box.

The box is about two feet long, one foot wide, and half a foot high.

Its exterior was dusty and gray, the edges were badly worn, and the brass clasp had rusted green.

This kind of item would be considered "old stuff that doesn't fetch a good price" at a street stall.

But Chen Mo's X-ray vision penetrated the wood grain and saw a hidden compartment in the bottom layer of the box.

A scroll lay in the hidden compartment.

Holy crap, they even have this kind of thing? Really?