The next day, Chen Cheng visited the small Western-style building for the first time since returning to Beijing.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Jin is in the book room."
Chen Cheng nodded, "Alright."
He handed the car keys to the butler, "I noticed there are more cars outside lately, no place for mine to park. Can you find a spot for it?"
The butler bowed, "Certainly, Mr. Chen."
Crossing the threshold, Chen Cheng made his way upstairs and headed straight for the book room.
Upon pushing the door open, he saw Jin Baogen fiddling with his collection of snuff bottles on the table.
"Mr. Jin."
Jin Baogen didn't turn around, "You're here, take a seat."
Chen Cheng sat on the other side of the Arhat Couch, feeling at home, casually picked up a bottle, and remarked, "Oh, from the Guangxu period."
Only then did Jin Baogen set down the agate snuff bottle he was holding, glanced at Chen Cheng, and said indifferently, "Good eye."
