When Zhou Yingnan said this, it shocked Yang Fan.
Zong Zheng was instantly overjoyed and immediately said, "Alright, that's settled then. Come on, let's sign a simple contract."
Zhou Yingnan was taken aback.
Things seemed to be going a bit too smoothly.
Yang Fan said speechlessly, "Zong Zheng, we're at least acquaintances, you don't have to be so deceptive."
"How am I being deceptive? You're speaking unfairly, my stuff is genuinely ancestral, a Golden Armored God. What do you take me for?" Zong Zheng shouted.
Yang Fan chuckled, "I know your thing is probably quite valuable, but we're not experts; there are always experts around. If you insist, I can find someone to check, then we can discuss how to compensate you for it."
Zong Zheng's demeanor instantly deflated, "I forgot you have a powerful master."
