All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

After stealing the five pieces of blue and white porcelain, he began looking for a target and finally chose an old rogue from the village next to his aunt's house.

He didn't actively approach the old scoundrel, but instead, through his aunt's son's description, he got the old scoundrel to set up a scheme with him.

This kind of shameless old scoundrel wouldn't even recognize his own father for money; he's the perfect target.

He told the young man named Chenchen to tell the old rogue that he was a relative of his and that he would leave five fake antiques for him.

After a while, an old man who collects antiques will come and buy it. At that time, you should say that it has been passed down from your ancestors and insist on a fixed price.

Finally, when the other party asks you to name your price, you should offer 1,880. As long as you stick to your price, the other party won't suspect that it's a fake antique.

He also instructed his cousin Chenchen to tell that old scoundrel not to lower the price, because if he did, people would become suspicious and investigate the authenticity of the antique.

He also promised that once the deal was done, he would give Lao Wu a share of the money, five hundred dollars.

The old rogue was initially skeptical, but to his surprise, an old man who collected antiques soon appeared, and the price he offered went from five pieces for one hundred yuan to three hundred yuan.

This made the old rogue so excited that he couldn't express it, and he began to stick to the price according to Cheng Jianjun's plan.

Just as Cheng Jianjun had planned, Han Chunming quickly took the bait and was willing to pay the last 1,880 yuan.

Cheng Jianjun had his reasons for setting such a price. In order to understand antiques, he had been frantically studying this subject for the past few months. He also learned from Cai Xiaoli and other people who were close to Han Chunming that Han Chunming would ask for a very high price whenever he saw an antique he liked.

There are two reasons for asking for such a high price. First, it's to get Han Chunming to raise the money so that I'll have time to make the arrangements.

Secondly, with such a large transaction amount, if Han Chunming is caught, he will be completely finished and will have almost no chance of making a comeback.

Everything is ready, all that's needed is the right opportunity!

Han Chunming went to the transaction alone this time. He told the ragpicker to rest for a few days and not to go out. He wanted to see how things went first.

Han Chunming had indeed prepared the money. Didn't Cheng Jianjun want to watch him make the deal?

Let him see!

Han Chunming rode his bicycle all the way to the village and soon arrived at the old scoundrel's house.

The old rogue had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Han Chunming appear, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and he quickly poured Han Chunming a glass of water.

Han Chunming looked at the dilapidated house, then at the old blind man sitting in the doorway basking in the sun, and sighed.

"Old Liu, I'm offering such a high price because your family is really struggling. Let me tell you, I scraped together this money from many relatives and friends. After you take the money, you must take good care of your father!"

The old rogue is called an old rogue because he is a master at changing his tune with the wind. At this moment, he couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly echoed Han Chunming's words with a smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Brother Cheng thinks so highly of me, I will definitely take good care of my father in the future. I will start building a house next month so that my dad can enjoy his old age in peace!"

Han Chunming nodded and then said.

"Old Liu, alright then, cash on delivery!"

Upon hearing this, the old rogue impatiently pulled a box from under the bed, inside which were five blue and white porcelain vases neatly arranged.

Han Chunming squatted down and pretended to carefully bend over to examine the porcelain bottle. Seeing Han Chunming's careful examination, the old rogue's heart jumped.

Han Chunming looked at it for a long time, then put down the porcelain bottle with a somewhat uncertain expression, and then said to Old Liu.

"I'm not entirely sure about the diagnosis, I'm going to take it back and have an experienced craftsman take a good look at it!"

Upon hearing this, the old rogue's heart leaped into his throat, and he quickly spoke up.

"Brother Cheng, that won't do. The payment must be made in full before the goods are delivered. I can't take it from you without the money!"

Han Chunming pretended to consider it for a while before speaking to the old rogue as if he had made up his mind.

"Old Liu, here's what I'll do. I'll give you the money, but let's make this clear first: if these are all fakes, I'll have to ask you for a refund!"

Upon hearing this, the old rogue's eyes darted around, and he then smiled and said...

"Okay, okay, we'll do as you say, brother. If it's fake, then you can come find me!"

Han Chunming nodded, then looked outside the door before carefully taking out a large bundle of money wrapped in newspaper from the burlap sack.

The largest bill in that era was the ten-yuan "Great Unity" bill, which was 1,880 yuan. It was a huge sum of money that many people in that era had never seen in their entire lives, especially the old scoundrel.

When Han Chunming slowly opened the newspaper, revealing the bundles of 100-yuan notes inside, the old rogue's heart trembled, his lips quivered slightly, and he suppressed his greed as he watched Han Chunming count the money one bundle at a time and hand it to him!

"Old Liu, please count it. It's 1,880 yuan, not a penny less!"

The old rogue, his hands trembling, accepted bundle after bundle of banknotes, some one yuan, some five yuan, some ten yuan, all neatly arranged.

The old rogue picked up a bundle of one-yuan bills and quickly started counting them. But after counting a few, he realized what he had done, looked up at Han Chunming, and said...

"Alright, alright, Brother Cheng, since you're so straightforward, I can't be stingy, can I? I trust your character. The money's right, so let's settle the matter. You can take the goods back now!"

Han Chunming smiled and nodded.

"Alright, we're all straightforward people, I'll take that stuff. Old Liu, I'll say it again, if this isn't the right thing, I'll have to come back to you!"

The old rogue's mind was filled with nothing but the money in his hand, and he laughed without thinking.

"Yes, yes, Brother Cheng, you can rest assured. This was passed down from my grandfather, who was a sworn brother of Li Lianying. This is absolutely genuine, there's no way it's fake!"

Han Chunming nodded in satisfaction, picked up the box, and carefully put it into a burlap sack. Then he nodded in satisfaction and said.

"Then I won't sit here. I need to go find the master craftsman to check the goods first. Old Liu, I'm off!"

The old rogue didn't even bother to offer a parting gift; he just stood there, smiling and waving his hand.

"Take care, take care!"

Han Chunming smiled as he picked up the burlap sack, then pushed the bicycle. Not daring to tie it to the back seat, he carried the burlap sack in one hand, mounted the bicycle, and slowly rode out of the village.

The old scoundrel's house is on the edge of the village, separated from Cheng Jianjun's aunt's house by a river. The village is somewhat remote, and there are only three households near the old scoundrel's house.

Because the old rogue's character was so awful, no one around wanted to talk to this family. So, even though the old rogue and Han Chunming had been talking to him for so long, no one had bothered to inquire about their affairs.

This might be one of the reasons why Cheng Jianjun took a liking to the old rogue!

Seeing that Han Chunming's bicycle had disappeared, the old rogue jumped up. Looking at the bundles of banknotes in his hand, he felt dizzy. He was rich! He was rich! With so much money, how much alcohol could he drink!

The old rogue deftly pulled out a small burlap sack from under the bed, wrapped the money in newspaper again, and put it into the sack. He didn't even change his clothes before heading out the door.

After walking quite a distance from his own gate, the old rogue turned around, glanced at his father sitting silently at the door, then looked at the burlap sack he was carrying, finally gritted his teeth, ignored him, and turned to run out of the village.

The reason why the old rogue is an old rogue is that from the moment he saw the money, he had already planned how to spend it. As for the money-sharing he was talking about with the young man from the other village across the river, he had long forgotten about it.

This money must be yours, and it absolutely must be yours!

Split the money? Screw that!

Perhaps Cheng Jianjun had already anticipated this scene. He had thought from the beginning that the old scoundrel would not keep his promise and share the money with his cousin.

This is precisely Cheng Jianjun's brilliance. From stealing the blue and white porcelain vase to Han Chunming being arrested, he never showed his face. The only flaw was his aunt's son, Chenchen.

However, as long as the scoundrel embezzles the money, the risk of this loophole naturally decreases.

When the time comes, let Han Chunming and that old scoundrel fight like dogs. One is the trader, and the other is the buyer. Both of them are the main culprits. As long as the money and goods are investigated, it will have nothing to do with me.

Besides, even if the old scoundrel is eventually caught and confesses that the whole thing was arranged by his cousin from another village, Cheng Jianjun can simply deny it.

By then, Han Chunming had already been arrested, so the matter would at most end with his cousin. As for whether his aunt's son, Chenchen, would be in danger...

This is no longer something Cheng Jianjun is considering!

Scamming his relatives and neighbors didn't bother Cheng Jianjun at all.

As soon as the old scoundrel saw Han Chunming leave, he grabbed the money and ran away.

If he doesn't run now, is he supposed to wait until "Cheng Jianjun" and his men come looking for trouble this afternoon?

He's a scoundrel, and his name reflects his character. At this point, with the money in his hands, he's the boss, regardless of whether it's "Cheng Jianjun" or that young man from the other village.

Han Chunming deliberately revealed his name as Cheng Jianjun; that was a kind of perverse pleasure, wasn't it?

The old rogue carried the burlap sack and ran for five or six miles before he could finally relax. His mind was now filled with colorful fantasies about how to spend the money.

He has an older sister in the city, and he plans to go see her later. He'll hide the money there first, then go to a tavern for a few drinks and some good food. Just thinking about the delicious dishes makes the old rogue's mouth water, and he quickens his pace once again.

After turning a corner, the old rogue saw a small hill not far away and quickened his pace. Just as he reached the bottom of the hill, he heard a bird call behind him and was about to turn around to look.

Suddenly, a piece of wood as thick as an arm hit him squarely on the back of the head. The old rogue felt a blackout before his eyes and lost consciousness completely.

Han Chunming walked up to the old rogue, picked up the burlap sack from the ground, a playful smile on his lips, and checked the old rogue's pulse. Seeing that he was alright, he turned and left.

Alright, now that the money is back, let's get to the real show!

After more than ten minutes, the old rogue groggily regained consciousness. He shook his head and felt a slight pain in the back of his head. He touched it and, seeing no blood, breathed a sigh of relief.

As the confusion in his head cleared a little, the old rogue suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, and looked at the empty land around him. He immediately felt dizzy again. He forced himself to stand up straight, his face changed, and he suddenly screamed.

"Who the hell is this?! They stole my money!"

Cheng Jianjun stood in front of the grocery store from yesterday, holding a bag of snacks in his hand. He ate some while glancing at his watch. When he saw that it was already 10:30, he frowned.

Another half hour passed, and the phone in the grocery store finally rang a few times. He quickly picked up the phone and said something.

"Chenchen, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to call me from the commune after the deal was done? Why is it taking so long?"

A panting male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Jianjun, I went to look for that old guy, but I couldn't find him anywhere. He ran away! Brother Jianjun, what should we do?"

Cheng Jianjun suppressed his anger and rebuked him.

"They ran away, so what? I'm asking, have they already completed the transaction?"

The male voice on the other end quickly replied.

"The deal is done, the deal is done. I saw the man leave with the burlap sack, but then that old scoundrel ran away too, so I chased after him. I chased him for a long time but couldn't catch him, so I came back to call you!"

Upon hearing that Han Chunming had already made a deal with the old scoundrel, Cheng Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief. Suppressing his emotions, he quickly spoke to the person opposite him.

"Chenchen, don't worry about this. Remember, if anyone comes to investigate you, just say you know nothing about it and that you didn't know anything about the old scoundrel's deal with that young man. Understand?"

The boy opposite hesitated for a moment, then stammered as if he wanted to say something.

Cheng Jianjun naturally knew what the other party wanted to say, and quickly replied.

"Don't worry, after this is over, I'll give you the bike to ride over within a month at the latest, but you must keep it a secret, okay?"

Upon hearing Cheng Jianjun's promise, the boy opposite immediately agreed.

Cheng Jianjun hung up the phone, paid for the call, and pushed his bicycle forward.

His brows were still furrowed. The matter had gotten a little out of his control. It was already eleven o'clock, and Han Chunming should have returned to the city by now, but Director Lin hadn't made a sound. What was going on?

Could it be that the other party didn't see the letter?