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

"Do you like picking up leaks?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked curiously, and then added: "But you do seem to have a good sense of vision. Did your master teach you?"

"Ah."

"Who is your master?"

Zhao Zhuwei couldn't help but ask.

Yang Feng paused for a moment, and finally said with a smile: "I will tell you when I have the opportunity in the future."

"Oh~"

Seeing that Yang Feng was unwilling to say anything, Zhao Zhuwei pouted a little depressed.

In the antique city.

There are four streets in the shape of a tic-tac-toe.

There are various stalls and antique shops around the street.

Jiangcheng is a big city, and with the economic development in recent years, many people want to come here to do some novel things.

Zhao Zhuwei was very curious about these things.

Following Yang Feng, he kept looking at the gadgets listed on the stall.

There are small porcelains, various calligraphy and paintings, and some bronzes.

If ordinary people come here, as long as you show concern for something, the stall owner will brag about you.

A layman who doesn’t know much about it might even be tempted to buy it.

But for Zhao Zhuwei, these are just scraps of metal, nothing to see.

After all, the things in her house are enough to open a small museum.

The two walked around for a while, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

"There doesn't seem to be anything good here. Why don't you go to the big store in front and have a look?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked.

The noise around her made her a little tired.

But at this moment, Yang Feng stopped in front of a stall.

His eyes swept over and saw an ancient book that was glowing.

You know, something that can make Yang Feng's eyes see such light is definitely worth a lot of money.

However, Yang Feng remained calm and walked to the stall and asked, "How do you sell these things of yours?"

"Hey, handsome guy, you want to buy antiques, right? Look at these, they are all good things. That one is said to be the royal bronze cup of Han Dynasty, and this bowl is said to be used by Xiao Qiao during the Three Kingdoms period..."

The stall owner was about to boast, but was interrupted by Yang Feng.

Yang Feng pointed to an ordinary ancient book next to him and asked, "How much does this thing cost?"

Hearing that Yang Feng actually fell in love with this rag, the stall owner was disappointed.

Zhao Zhuwei next to her also felt strange.

The boss was absent-minded. This book was an ancient book and was badly damaged.

And I didn’t know what it was, so I sold it to Yang Feng for 1 yuan.

After Yang Feng happily paid the money, he found a bag and put it in it.

Done.

Yang Feng walked inside.

At this time, Zhao Zhuwei was very curious.

Seeing Yang Feng's strange expression, she asked, "Why did you suddenly fall in love with such a thing?"

"This thing seemed easy to fool people, so I bought it casually."

Yang Feng didn't explain much.

Of course he would not tell Zhao Zhuwei that the light from this ancient book indicated that it was worth at least 2000 million.

Zhao Zhuwei just felt that Yang Feng was strange, but she still said: "Forget it, do you have time in the afternoon?"

"It's nothing, you..."

Yang Feng paused, looked at Zhao Zhuwei strangely, and asked, "You are hiding something from me, right?"

"No, no, I'm here to accompany you out of kindness. I'm planning to treat you to dinner soon."

Zhao Zhuwei's eyes are like crescent moons, cute and lively.

But although she looked so harmless, Yang Feng always felt that she seemed to be deceiving him.

But Yang Feng was in a good mood at this time.

I can already confirm that the price of the book just now is at least 2000 million.

And Yang Feng also wants to try using spiritual energy to repair it.

If it can really be restored, the value will definitely be doubled several times.

However, at this time, Zhao Zhuwei no longer paid attention to Yang Feng's thoughts, but inadvertently, the two of them walked to the door of a teahouse.

This teahouse is located next to the Antique City.

There are three floors in total, and the decoration looks very low-key and luxurious.

There is a parking lot and a yard with trees at the door.

Such a large piece of land shows that this teahouse must be very noble.

"I just suddenly remembered that my dad seems to be here today. How about we go inside and look for him?"

Zhao Zhuwei looked astonished.

Yang Feng didn't believe it and said suspiciously: "Are you sure you suddenly remembered it?"

"Hey, are you doubting me?"

"This...of course not, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to meet your dad."

Yang Feng specifically asked Gao Ronghai before.

The market value of the Zhao family's companies is tens of billions.

And in the jewelry industry, it is extremely authoritative nationwide.

Yang Feng has never seen a person of this worth in his life.

Zhao Zhuwei patted Yang Feng on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be nervous, but since you didn't find anything suitable just now, I bought a gadget. When you see my dad later, remember to give it to him."

"what?"

Yang Feng was a little confused.

But Zhao Zhuwei had already handed Yang Feng a box at this time and said, "This is the bronze cup from the Jin Dynasty that I bought before. You must give my dad some small gifts when you see him."

"why……"

"Don't think about it, just do as I say later."

After saying that, Zhao Zhuwei took Yang Feng's arm and walked inside.

At this time in the teahouse.

There weren't many people in the lobby.

Waiters with upright figures and delicate features stood everywhere.

Zhao Zhuwei pulled Yang Feng to the lobby on the second floor.

It was already a bit more noisy here.

The guards at the entrance to the hall are very tight.

But Zhao Zhuwei’s face is more effective than the invitation letter.

And just when the two of them walked in, a familiar voice greeted them from not far away.

"Zhuwei! This way, this way!"

Zhu Yun excitedly trotted out to greet him.

But after getting closer, I realized that Yang Feng was following behind.

Yang Feng was still looking at the layout of the hall on the second floor.

This looks like an auction site for antiques.

But next to it is the Antique City.

It makes sense to hold an auction here.

Zhao Zhuwei ignored Zhu Yun's greeting and pulled Yang Feng towards the row of seats in front.

At this time, there were several people sitting in the front row of the auction.

One of the middle-aged men with a square face was Zhao Zhuwei's father, Zhao Guofeng.

"dad."

Zhao Zhuwei pulled Yang Feng to sit down next to her father.

Zhao Guofeng turned around and was about to scold his daughter for being late when he saw her holding a man's arm.

"what happened?"

Zhao Guofeng was a little unhappy when he saw his daughter hanging out with strange men.