Wu Tian got the vase. Only after Xiao Liang had repeatedly confirmed that the phone number Wu Tian left was real did he finally let him go. In Xiao Liang's eyes, Wu Tian seemed more precious than any antique.
Wu Tian left with Liang Qingren, who was cradling the vase, and the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed. The fat shop owner, however, returned to his store with a gloomy expression. News of the incident had spread throughout the entire Antique Street in less than half an hour. Nowadays, with the general quality of life improving, the community of antique enthusiasts was growing larger and larger. This shop had originally enjoyed good business, but now that its reputation was ruined, it was easy to imagine that business would not be picking up any time soon. The thought made the fat owner grind his teeth in anger.
