"Hi, Chen. Have you eaten?"
Chen Zhao thought that Pierce South had purposely gone to learn how Chinese people greet each other, but it sounds weird coming from a foreigner's mouth.
"Pierce, please get to the point. My time is precious."
"Chen, don't act like we're unfamiliar. After all, we'd gone through dangers and challenges together. I think we're friends now."
"Friend, please get to the point," Chen Zhao said impatiently.
Friend? Chen Zhao really didn't dare to be friends with an old fox like Pierce.
"I want to buy some things from you."
"What things?"
"That Chinese painting, the sailor's diary, and copper smoker."
Chen Zhao was surprised. He'd sold the smoker long ago and not for a low price either. The painting and diary were still laying in his spatial ring. Was there anything special about them?
