Afterpleting a few sales, Zhang Ermao (Cade) felt as if he were thriving in his element. While he knew that selling counterfeit antiques was not a sustainable path, there was a certain fulfillment he derived from it.


    Watching the hopeful individuals, eager to strike it rich by finding hidden treasures, purchase fake items at inted prices—each of them wearing a smile—brought him genuine joy.


    He pondered to himself, “It seems I can’tpletely abandon the antique business; a significant portion of life’s joyes from it… In the future, if Master isn’t too busy, I might drop by now and then for some fun.”


    While Zhang Ermao (Cade) was lost in these cheerful thoughts, a familiar voice broke through, cheerfully asking, “Oh, Zhang Ermao (Cade), when did you return to set up your stall again?”


    Looking up, Zhang Ermao (Cade) immediately responded with respect, “Oh, President! It’s been a while since Ist saw you!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The voice belonged to Jacob, Charlie’s father-inw.


    Although Jacob currently serves as the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, his passion for antiques remains as strong as ever.


    Recently, due to some personal issues, Jacob had been feeling down and had stayed away from the antique market for several days. However, now that he had regained someposure, the weekend inspired him to revisit Antique Street.


    He was pleasantly surprised to find Zhang Ermao (Cade) there upon his arrival.


    When Jacob heard Zhang Ermao (Cade) respectfully refer to him as President, a sense of pride swelled within him. Standing with his hands sped behind his back like a true leader, he smiled and remarked, “Ermao, I heard you’ve been working alongside Don as his military advisor. What brings you back to Antique Street?”


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) grinned and replied, “President Jacob, your insight is truly remarkable; nothing escapes your notice in Aurous Hill City!” Jacob couldn’t help but feel pleased with thepliment, though he maintained an air of humility, stating, “Ermao, there’s no need to tter me; I assure you, there’s little I cannot discern about this three-acrend of Aurous Hill.”<fnc9d7> Find the newest release on f?ndnovel</fnc9d7>


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) nodded in acknowledgment and added politely, “To be honest, President, after spending some time with the fifth master, I realized it might not be my calling, so I decided to return to my old job.”


    Jacob nodded in agreement, saying, “You were born for the antique trade. I must admit, you are my lucky charm in this field. The first big score I made was 500,000 yuan, and ever since you left, I haven’t had any significant finds.”


    As he spoke, Jacob continued, “Oh, but I did manage to gather a few smaller items recently. Based on my experience, they seem promising. I’ll show them to you soon, and if your offer is fair, I’ll sell them to you.”


    Recalling the painful experience of spending half a million yuan on a counterfeit from Jacob, Zhang Ermao (Cade) chuckled nervously. If it weren’t for Charlie’s influence, he would never have wasted such a sum.


    With that thought in mind, he quickly responded, “Please, President, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not looking to ept anything at the moment.”


    “Not epting anything?” Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow as he gestured toward arge collection of items on Zhang Ermao’s (Cade) stall. “Where did all of thise from? You didn’t make it at home, did you?”


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) replied, “To be honest, President, I’ve decided to shift my business focus. In the past, I didn’t mind whether items were real or fake; I just flipped everything. But now, I want to deal only with authentic items, as dealing with fakeses with its risks. I’ve had my share of losses, like spending hundreds of thousands on something worthless, which wiped out half a year’s earnings in one fell swoop…”