Zhongjing, Moon Lake Villa District, Chen Jiuzheng's home.
Chen Jiuzheng cradled a piece of Ru Kiln white porcelain in his hands, carefully feeling it and examining it as though it were his precious jewel.
He had acquired it for a "friendly price" from an old friend, worth millions.
"What a find!" Chen Jiuzheng exclaimed in admiration, playing with it while even donning snow-white gloves.
His phone rang, but Chen Jiuzheng was unwilling to put down the porcelain, gesturing to a servant to answer and put it on speaker nearby.
"Jiuzheng!" A somewhat deep and husky voice came from Chen Jiuzheng's phone, the tone suppressed.
Upon a glance, Chen Jiuzheng realized it was his older brother calling, and immediately asked in surprise, "Brother, what's wrong with your voice?"
It sounded as if he might be suffering from an inflamed throat? Chen Jiuzheng thought.
