"Brother, how should we handle these antiques?" Fu Guosheng was at a loss again.
Shen Yingtian stretched out his hand and touched Fu Guosheng's forehead, "Huh? Sheng, you don't have a fever either."
"What do you mean?" Instinctively, Fu Guosheng took a step back, his eyes filled with fear that Shen Yingtian might take advantage of him.
"You don't have a fever, so why are you asking such a foolish question?" Shen Yingtian curled his lips, "These antiques are worth hundreds of billions. We've gone through so much trouble to get them, of course, they're ours now. Surely we're not going to hand them over to the state? Only a fool would do that. What if some government department pops up later, claiming we acquired these antiques through illegal means? They might even lock us up. Brother, what do you think?"
