Listening to the system prompt tone coming from the mobile phone, Zhou Chen's heart tightened. He hurriedly ran to the front desk and asked the waiter, "Sister, did a short-haired girl in a white dress go out just now?"
"I didn't see it!"
The waiter is a woman in her thirties and is not the same person as the night shift yesterday.
Zhou Chen frowned and said, "She lives in room 305. Open room 305 for me and take a look!"
The waiter gave Zhou Chen a blank look. "I don't know if you really know each other. I can't open a guest's room casually!"
"We came together last night. You can check the surveillance." Zhou Chen said anxiously.
"The surveillance is broken. The maintenance worker doesn't have time to repair it either."
Zhou Chen was so anxious that he slapped the table and said loudly, "If something happens to my friend, can you take this responsibility?"
The waiter was extremely impatient. "Little brat, why are you so fierce? I am doing things according to normal procedures."
Zhou Chen gave the waiter a hard look, then ran out to look for Tang Wan. He guessed that Tang Wan might have gone out to buy breakfast.
Walking out of the hotel, Zhou Chen glanced at the taxi.
The taxi was still parked in the same place. The taxi driver was sitting in the driver's seat eating deep-fried dough sticks.
Seeing Zhou Chen coming out, the driver put down the deep-fried dough sticks and drove the car over.
Zhou Chen immediately asked, "Have you seen my girlfriend?"
The driver shook his head. "I just went to refuel and buy breakfast. Didn't your girlfriend stay with you?"
Zhou Chen opened the car door and got in. "Look around nearby!"
The driver quickly turned around and drove the car onto the street.
The two looked at the breakfast shops on both sides one on the left and one on the right.
After searching several streets in a row, there was still no sign of Tang Wan.
Zhou Chen called Tang Wan several more times, but her phone was always powered off.
Nearing ten o'clock, the taxi driver took Zhou Chen back to the hotel. Zhou Chen walked to the front desk and asked, "Have you seen a short-haired girl in a dress come back?"
The waiter frowned. "Really gone missing?"
Zhou Chen nodded expressionlessly.
The waiter swallowed. "Call the police quickly!"
Zhou Chen's eyes were somewhat reddened. Trembling, he took out his mobile phone. There was no surveillance in the hotel, and it was impossible to buy breakfast for so long. Now he could only ask the police for help. Just when he was about to call the police, the waiter suddenly pointed outside and said, "See if it's her..."
Zhou Chen quickly turned his head. What came into view was exactly Tang Wan. She was holding a black plastic bag in her hand.
"You... Why are you looking at me like this?"
Tang Wan walked into the lobby and asked timidly as she looked at Zhou Chen.
Zhou Chen quickly walked up to Tang Wan and hugged her without hesitation.
Tang Wan's eyes widened in surprise. Her whole body stiffened like a statue.
What... What is he doing?
Zhou Chen's voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Wan'er, don't let me not be able to find you in the future!"
Only then did Tang Wan realize that her mobile phone was out of power. So Zhou Chen didn't see her and couldn't contact her. He went out to look for her?
Tang Wan felt a sweetness in her heart and said softly, "I'm sorry. I went to withdraw money. There were too many people at the bank, so it took a lot of time..."
This girl... It turned out that she went to withdraw money. Zhou Chen was both touched and angry. He slowly released Tang Wan, rubbed her head, and said extremely seriously, "Remember what I said. Don't let me not be able to find you in the future!"
Tang Wan nodded obediently. "Um. From now on, I'll bring two power banks when I go out!"
She handed the black plastic bag in her hand to Zhou Chen. "Here. I don't know how much money you need, so I took out all my pocket money!"
Zhou Chen opened the plastic bag and took a look. There were probably about 100,000 yuan inside. Children from wealthy families are really different. In this era when the monthly salary of an ordinary worker is only seven or eight hundred yuan, they have 100,000 yuan in pocket money. Zhou Chen had a feeling of an adult tricking a child's pocket money. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You gave me all your pocket money. What will you use?"
"I still have a small stash and living expenses!"
"Little rich woman. I think I don't need to work hard anymore. How about you support me in the future!"
"Sure... If you're not afraid of being gossiped about, I can support you!"
Tang Wan pursed her red lips and chuckled.
Zhou Chen gently scratched Tang Wan's nose. "I don't want to be a gigolo!"
After checking out of the room, Zhou Chen took Tang Wan and took a car to the antique street. This antique street still retains many ancient buildings from the Ming Dynasty. On both sides of the corridor are all old farmers wearing patched clothes and straw hats. In fact, these old farmers are all pretending. It gives people a feeling that their antiques are all dug out from the countryside or the mountains.
Tang Wan grabbed the corner of Zhou Chen's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Zhou Chen, you wouldn't be planning to buy antiques, would you?"
Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows. "Then why else would I come here?"
Tang Wan pouted and said, "Do you understand antiques? My grandpa has been in this business for more than thirty years and still often makes mistakes."
"Do you believe in luck?" Zhou Chen asked with a smile.
"No!" Tang Wan shook her head.
"You have to believe it... I've always been very lucky!"
"Really? Why haven't I noticed?"
"Think about it. If I had bad luck, how could I have met such a wonderful girl like you?" Zhou Chen chuckled.
"Ah... You tricked me?" Tang Wan blushed and pinched Zhou Chen's waist.
"Ouch... It hurts..." Zhou Chen grimaced and let out a miserable cry.
"Ah... I didn't use much force!" Tang Wan was a bit stunned.
"It's okay. If you rub it for me, it won't hurt anymore."
"Humph, you're trying to trick me again!" Tang Wan snorted and turned her head to one side.
As they were talking, the two came to the door of a shop called Jubaoge.
Looking at the plaque engraved with the three gilded characters "Jubaoge", Zhou Chen's heart beat faster.
This is it...
At that time, when Guo Yuncong was being interviewed, he specifically advertised Jubaoge.
The two walked into the shop. There was only an old man with a sharp-nosed and monkey-cheeked face lying on a reclining chair in the shop.
He held a one-meter-long tobacco pipe in his left hand and a cattail fan in his right hand, fanning it intermittently.
There was brewed tea on the coffee table next to him, and an old-fashioned radio was playing Peking opera.
The old man half-closed his eyes and glanced at the two of them. Seeing that they were two kids, he instantly lost interest. "The cheapest item in my shop also costs ten or twenty thousand yuan!"
"Don't judge people by their appearance!"
Zhou Chen threw the plastic bag in his hand on the coffee table next to him. Stack after stack of bundled one-hundred-yuan bills slid out.
The old man suddenly sat up from the reclining chair, grabbed a stack of money and smelled it under his nose.
"Ouch... It's real..."
The old man changed his attitude just now. He washed two teacups. While pouring tea, he said with a flattering smile, "I was just wondering why there were magpies chirping non-stop as soon as I opened the door this morning. So it turns out there are distinguished guests!"
Being able to take out 100,000 yuan at such a young age is obviously a rich second generation.
Antique streets love these rich second generations who are wealthy and generous.
Zhou Chen put the money away and said with a smile, "Do you have any better calligraphy and paintings?"
"Look at what you said!" The old man said arrogantly, "It's not that I'm bragging. In the entire antique street, my family has the best and most calligraphy and paintings!"
The old man made a gesture of invitation. "Young master, which family are you from? Looking at how you dress quite low-key!"
Zhou Chen looked around and then leaned over and said in a low voice, "I'm from the provincial capital. My family is not in business either."
The old man's expression became solemn. "I understand. Young master doesn't need to say anymore!"
If not in business, then they must be from an official family. No wonder they dress so low-key. People from official families are not easy to deceive. We have to take out some good goods.
The old man walked to a shelf and then pulled out a wooden box from the bottom layer of the shelf. He opened the lid of the wooden box, and inside was a box full of calligraphy and paintings.
"Soon it will be my grandpa's birthday. He likes paintings, especially those of horses..."
In Zhou Chen's mind, there was only the painting of "Success at a Gallop" painted by Xu Beihong. Xu Beihong is a famous modern painter. His paintings contain the essence of traditional Eastern art and have great collection value. Especially his paintings of horses have profound meanings. The painting of "Eight Steeds" is worth tens of millions.
The old man took out all the scrolls in the box. Soon he took out two marked paintings. "Here is a 'Success at a Gallop' and a 'Galloping of Ten Thousand Horses'. Both are masterpieces of Master Xu Beihong. Which one do you want?"