Chen Fang had just left Huang Ken's house.
Huang Ken's wife, Qin Haimei, came over.
She picked up the bottle and examined it closely.
"Lao Huang, why do I feel like this bottle is an antique?"
Qin Haimei asked.
Huang Ken got anxious at once.
He snatched it away.
He carefully wiped it with a towel, respectfully placed it on the table, and said, "An antique? You think he might give me an antique? If he gave me an antique, I'd hand it over to the Disciplinary Committee right away, wouldn't he be finished then? This thing, the price won't be high, but it's said a master blessed it, and it's accepted incense offerings, I believe that. There's no way a Deputy Mayor would just take a broken porcelain bottle and try to get me to do something for him, right?"
Qin Haimei heard this analysis.
And thought it made sense.
Chen Fang had just appeared on the road nearby.
A car drove up and stopped right in front of him.
The driver was Li Weiyang.
