"It's fake, but right now we have to prepare for the worst... If we dig deeper, I won't be able to escape..." Zhang Dayong replied bitterly.
Qi Yun breathed a long sigh of relief; as long as it isn't real, the nature of the situation might not be so serious.
The room fell silent, with only the thick soup in the pot bubbling away.
Qi Yun lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, and then took out his mobile phone to call his brother-in-law, Shao Yuewen. After waiting for more than forty minutes, Shao Yuewen appeared at the door of the private room.
Upon seeing Zhang Dayong was also present, Shao Yuewen immediately understood why Qi Yun had asked him to come; reaching this position naturally meant keen perception in certain aspects.
Once Shao Yuewen took a seat, Qi Yun poured him a cup of tea and then recounted the situation regarding the bronze artifacts.
Shao Yuewen didn't seem too surprised after hearing the story; he just frowned and remained silent.
