"Mr. Chen, stay for dinner?" asked Mr. Doman.

"No, I need to go home."

"Is your girlfriend waiting for you at home?"

Chen Zhao shook his head: "There are other things."

"Then I won't keep you anymore. By the way, this is my business card. If you have any needs in this regard, you can contact me." Mr. Duoman handed Chen Zhao an exquisite business card.

Chen Zhao glanced at the business card, and the name on the front was Fuckley Doman.

On the back is the company's name, Ailina Art Appraisal Company.

There are also a spate of phone numbers.

"Mr. Doman, are you doing art appraisal?"

"It's also done an auction," said Mr. Doman.

"Then you should know more about art."

"What aspect do you want to know?"

"What kind of artwork is valuable? Is there any simplest way to distinguish it?"

"First of all, in principle, the older the things are, the more valuable they are. Secondly, they are rarity. For example, the French Crown commemorative gold coins issued by the French King in 1798 have only three left. Each of them is priced over one million dollars. In the same year, the Imperial commemorative gold coins issued by the Royal Bank of England were only priced at 10,000 dollars because many collectors have them in their hands. "

Mr. Duoman is very professional in this regard, even though Chen Zhao just wanted to have a brief understanding.

Mr. Duoman spared no effort to explain to Chen Zhao about the value of these collections.

Chen Zhao had only a little understanding of it because there were too many tricks here.

Even Mr. Doman said so much, it was just the tip of his iceberg.

It is obviously impossible to explain a layman clearly through these few words.

"If Mr. Chen wants to know how much a thing is worth, the easiest way is to get it from my company for appraisal, rather than just buying it before appraisal." Mr. Duoman advised Chen Zhao.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Doman."

"I have a book for art appraisal here, you can read it if you have time."

"Thanks."

Mr. Duoman found an art appraisal book, but Chen Zhao refused.

...

Chen Zhao returned home and found that there was one more person at home.

Fal is here and is helping in the kitchen at this moment.

"Far, why are you here?"

Far glanced at Chen Zhao and put down the work at hand.

Following Chen Zhao to the living room, Faer looked at Chen Zhao with an scrutiny: "Chen, what is the relationship between you and my sister?"

"What kind of relationship? She and I are friends, or we can be said to be roommates in the rental market. Otherwise, what kind of relationship do you want us to have?" Chen Zhao was asked inexplicably.

At this time, Fali came out with the food: "She thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Or what if we develop tonight and break through pure friendship relationships?" Chen Zhao grinned.

"You really have nothing to do with me?" Fal still didn't believe it.

After all, Fali was able to share a house with a man, which means that she had no disgust or even had a good impression of this man.

"What does it matter if you need us? Besides, even if I have something to do with Chen, what are you going to do? Blessings are we going to stop us from being together?"

"I just want to know, that's all."

"Are you here to gossip?"

Chen Zhao sat on the sofa and reached out to grab a piece of meat from the plate. Fal frowned, but Fal seemed to be used to it.

Chen Zhao was able to do this so naturally, while Fali was indifferent, which shows that their relationship was definitely not that simple.

Fal kept thinking about it in her mind, anyway, she only believed what she saw and thought.

Chen Zhao suddenly took off his shirt, and Faer was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Uh... I forgot you are here." Chen Zhao also reacted, but his shirt had already taken off, so there was no reason to wear it back.

Faer was even more sure that Chen Zhao and Fali had definitely met shirtlessly.

"What's wrong with your shoulder? I've been beaten?" Fal saw obvious bruises on Chen Zhao's left shoulder.

"I was accidentally hit by the coach when I was in the fighting class today."

"No, this is a blunt injury. Is your coach using a baseball bat to train you?"

"Put a little medicine on my shoulders."

With Chen Zhao's physical fitness, he still had such bruises. You can imagine how powerful the gangster was at that time.

While helping Chen Zhao apply plaster, Faer admired Chen Zhao's body: "I didn't see that your body is so strong."

After saying that, Faer glanced at Fali with the corner of his eyes, wanting to see her reaction.

Unfortunately, for Fali, she was tired of Chen Zhao's body.

Even Chen Zhao looked naked, she had never seen him.

At this time, Baima came over, shook her body, looked at Chen Zhao and Faer carefully, then stretched out her claws and picked them up on the plate, and a piece of meat reached her mouth.

Baima had already figured it out that she had injuries on her body, so Chen Zhao and Fali were particularly tolerant of his behavior.

Heima saw Baima succeeding and did the same thing. Before he could stretch his claws, Chen Zhao kicked him over.

"Get out of here, don't you see any guests here? Isn't it embarrassing?"

"How did that white wolf get hurt?"

"Why can anyone around me recognize them when they see them?"

"They are too big, even for wolves. The largest dog doesn't have this physique."

Heima and Baima have shoulder heights of more than 120 cm and weigh more than 100 kilograms, making them an absolute beast.

"You haven't said how it hurts."

"Bite by a shark."

“It’s so bad luck.”

"It should be said that it is lucky, at least it is not dead."

"Too."

Heima was kicked by Chen Zhao and was depressed. She picked up the dog food alone, then dragged it to the door and started eating it.

When Farr saw Hema's extremely spiritual manifestation, he couldn't help but laugh.

She hadn't seen it before, and knew how to take dog food out of the shelf and also knew how to open the dog she ate.

The key is... it is still a wolf.

"How about selling me a dog?"

"Not really, don't say this anymore." Chen Zhao responded indifferently.

"Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."

"Please, you just helped me test a blood sample. At worst, I can give you the test money. If you use this to threaten me, that would be too much."

"I'm just kidding." Fal glared at Chen Zhao.

"Did you know each other before? I don't know." Fali said meaningfully.

"I'm not very familiar with it. I've encountered it several times at work." Fal said quickly. She didn't want her sister to have a misunderstanding: "Chan, are you still working as an illegal doctor? Why don't you take a medical license? This is not difficult for you."

"Of course it's difficult. Most of my medical knowledge is learned from China, and China's medical standards are different from those in the United States. If I were asked to take a medical license here again, I would not be able to do anything in the next six months."
Chapter completed!