On Wenzheng Street, Zuo Handong was drinking tea with several guests.

Chen Fan came over with Chen Meng, and Chen Meng was carrying a stone in his hand.

"Hey, Chen Fan, why are you here?"

When Zuo Handong saw the stone in Chen Meng's hand, his eyes were immediately attracted to it.

"You are..."

"Given to you."

Chen Fan smiled and asked Chen Meng to bring the rough stone to the table.

Seeing this, several guests gathered around to watch.

"Oh my God, Lao Zuo, this rough stone has a window."

"Three sides are rubbed green, it's a good thing."

Another customer thought, "I'm afraid it won't be worth tens of millions, right?"

Zuo Handong was shocked, is this thing so valuable?

He looked at Chen Fan blankly, "Where did it come from?"

"hey-hey!"

Chen Fan smiled like a child. Zuo Handong guessed something and stopped asking.

"Uncle, since you like to play with this, I'll keep it as a decoration for you."

"Chen Meng, let's go."

"Hey, don't go!"

Zuo Handong chased him out. He gave such a valuable thing to him casually?
Chapter completed!