Zhu Bufan didn't choose to take the antiques he purchased with him right away, so he handed over two hundred yuan to Tang Guorong and asked him to arrange for someone to deliver them to an address given by Zhu Bufan.
Then, Zhu Bufan walked out of Antique Street alone, quite dashing and carefree.
At that moment, as Tang Guorong watched Zhu Bufan saunter away, his heart ached terribly.
Just now, that little rascal Zhu Bufan had really slaughtered him financially.
Fingers fluttering as he did the math, this time, Tang Guorong realized he had been fleeced by Zhu Bufan for over ten million yuan.
Ten million yuan, imagine that—it was Tang Guorong's annual income.
So, Tang Guorong was really feeling the pain.
However, thinking about how Zhu Bufan's attitude gradually changed during the purchase, Tang Guorong felt somewhat consoled.
After all, the reason Tang Guorong had conceded during the appraisal of the last item was to win Zhu Bufan's good graces and then, to make a friend.
