My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng's expression was displeased, but he really had no interest in doing anything to this kind of garbage.

He glanced at Sein Fei next to him and said calmly: "I want to go home before 11 o'clock."

"This is really bad news. It seems that our precious time should not be disrupted by these people."

Song Fei looked at Zhou Jie with a relaxed tone.

"Boy, what are you looking at? I'll beat you together again!"

Zhou Jie curled his lips in displeasure.

At this time, the big men around him had gathered.

Sein Fei shook his head and said, "I'm so sorry. He and I have very important things to do. Can your conflict be resolved after 11 o'clock?"

"Damn it, are you going to the vegetable market to negotiate the price?"

Zhou Jie snorted coldly and said with great force: "Get out of here! If I see you in front of me again, I'll be damned..."

Before Zhou Jie finished speaking, he suddenly felt a shadow flashing in front of his eyes.

When Zhou Jie reacted again, he found that Song Fei was already pinching his neck.

"You! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Jie instantly felt his whole body become cold.

Moreover, breathing is somewhat insufficient at this time.

Several strong men around him saw that their elder brother had been kidnapped and stepped forward one after another.

Seinfeld squinted his eyes and grabbed the shoulder of the person in front.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

an instant.

After the strong man's shoulder was broken, his body flew out and hit the glass of the luxury car hard.

"Wow!"

The glass was smashed in an instant.

The remaining few people took action one after another, but were thrown out just like Calabash Baby saving his grandfather.

Several strong men with fierce looks were stopped by Sein Fei with one hand in just a few breaths.

These people were left beside the car, their bodies writhing in pain but unable to stand up.

Their legs seemed to be out of control at this time, and only endless pain came from them.

Song Fei was not as kind as Yang Feng.

Zhou Jie didn't even see clearly what happened just now, he only saw his men being thrown out one by one.

He looked at Seinfeld in front of him and knew that he would not let him go.

Zhou Jie felt his neck being strangled, and cursed in a hoarse voice: "You have the fucking ability to put me down and challenge me..."

"of course."

Seinfeld put Jay Chou down.

Zhou Jie took a big breath of air and looked very painful.

He was deliberately letting Seinfeld's guard down.

The moment he felt there was a flaw, Zhou Jie took out the knife on his body and stabbed Song Fei hard in the chest.

His angry look with red eyes seemed like he really wanted to kill Seinfeld.

But his seemingly terrifying sneak attack was like a child playing house in front of Seinfeld's eyes.

"Wow!"

The knife is held between two fingers.

Such a scene stunned everyone present, including Zhou Jie.

They had only seen this kind of operation on TV, but now...

"You want my life, but I only want your hands. This deal should be fair to you, right?"

Seinfeld asked with a smile.

Zhou Jie was immediately frightened, dropped the knife tremblingly, and said quickly: "Me! No! No! I have money, I have a lot of money! I will give you all my money, I...ah!!!"

A pig-killing scream rang out.

He only felt that his hand was twisted off in an instant, and then it felt as if it no longer belonged to him.

The two hands were disconnected, Seinfeld lifted his shoulders and threw him into the air.

"Wow!"

Brushing the leaves.

Zhou Jie flew up in the air and landed on a tree branch a few meters high.

At this time, he was hanging on it, feeling extremely frightened.

He was afraid that the branch would break and he would fall.

But under the severe pain, his body was shaking and he could only hold back.

After Sein Fei cleaned up a few people, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, what do you think?"

"It seems that you are indeed very professional in what you do."

Yang Feng joked.

Sein Fei shrugged and said: "Mr. Yang doesn't bother to take action, so I can only do it for you. If there is anything that makes you dissatisfied, please don't blame me."

"There is a quiet place in front. Can you sit down for a while?"

"It seems that Mr. Yang is not in a hurry to go back."

Seinfeld smiled, glanced behind him, and said, "But your friends seem to be waiting for you."

"fine."

Yang Feng knew.

Lin Xue was watching all those things just now.

In fact, it was also because of this that Yang Feng deliberately did not choose to do it himself.

The two walked to the bench in front and sat down.

During this night.

It was very quiet all around.

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and smiled: "I heard that Mr. Yang is a businessman."

"Yes, so are you here to give me business?"

Yang Feng asked.

Sein Fei laughed loudly and said, "Haha, I'm giving you a big deal, but I don't know if Mr. Yang is willing to accept it."

"Hesse, your people, right?"

"It seems that Mr. Yang also knows people from the Investigation Bureau, which is really unusual."

"You are not ordinary. You know that I know their people and you still dare to come to me."

Yang Feng joked.

Song Fei shook his head with a smile and said: "Mr. Yang seems to have misunderstood. I am a businessman, so I have not done anything illegal or disciplinary. I just took a fancy to Mr. Yang's ability."

"Oh?"

"At the auction in Jiangcheng and the piece of ancient jade tonight, Mr. Yang showed me what miraculous skills are."

Seinfeld smiled and said: "To be honest, before Mr. appeared, I always thought that our fake craftsmanship was perfect."

"So the engraving on the ancient jade today was also provided by you, right?"

"That's just a small test. What we want to do is a fake that makes it absolutely impossible to tell whether it's real or fake."

Seinfeld's tone was calm.

Yang Feng shook his head and said: "This is impossible. Even if it can be achieved temporarily, it will be exposed in the future."

"Yes, just like the several auction items we had in Jiangcheng and the several auction items in Beijing, they were all exposed later. It's really a pity."

As Song Fei spoke, he stared at Yang Feng and said, "But I believe that with Mr. Yang's help, we will not make that kind of mistake again."

"This is the business you said you wanted to do with me."

"For a perfect fake, I will give you a price of 1 million yuan."

Yang Feng was shocked when Song Fei opened his mouth.

"Are you... kidding?"

Yang Feng was a little unbelievable.

In his impression, most antiques, even if they are genuine, cannot reach this price.

Why did he want to pay such a high price for making a fake?

Song Fei smiled and said: "I know what Mr. Yang is thinking, but as I said just now, I am a businessman, and you are also a businessman. I need your ability, but you should not interfere with my purpose. Isn’t it great that we each get what we need?”

The words were easy and the conditions were very tempting.

No wonder he dared to come to Yang Feng directly.

Faced with the price of 1 million yuan for a fake, it can definitely impress anyone.

Yang Feng listened and said at this moment: "Actually, I don't know how to make fakes."

"We don't need your knowledge, we just need you to give us some pointers and hide all the flaws, and then we'll pay you."

Seinfeld's tone was relaxed and his eyes were filled with confidence.