Wracked with guilt, Zhao Shandong recounted his transgression.
He'd defied his family's principles, succumbing to the allure of a bargain and acquiring the burial item.
He'd displayed it in his shop for a while, fabricating a story about it being a family heirloom, all with the intention of selling it later for a hefty profit.
"The Guanyin is worth 20 million yuan," Chen Yu pointed out. "Since the grave robbers are desperate for cash, why'd they practically give it to you for 4 million? Doesn't that seem too good to be true?"
Speechless, Zhao Shandong considered this.
He'd never dealt with grave robbers before and wasn't familiar with their practices.
"Think about it," Chen Yu continued. "There are other antique shops nearby. Why wouldn't the robbers try selling it to them first?"
"Why you?"
A seed of doubt sprouted in Zhao Shandong's mind. "Are you saying something's off about the grave robbers?"