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

With Lin Xue's strength, it is naturally very simple to make such a gadget.

After writing two pages of paper beside him arrogantly, he went back to his room.

She actually regarded it as a hobby. After all, it had been a long time since she had done such a detailed planning project.

After a while, Zhao Zhuwei came back from outside.

She saw the messy documents on her desk, and when she was about to tidy them up, the two extra pages next to them caught her attention.

"Eh? Who is using my paper to practice calligraphy?"

Zhao Zhuwei was a little strange. She sat next to him and picked up the document and glanced at it casually.

It contains the flower shop's plan.

'First determine the market size of flower shops. It is initially expected that young people have extremely high flower consumption power. At the same time, we should mainly explore the market situation near university towns and use age groups as market research distinctions. ’

‘Conduct in-depth research on the target group’s purchasing power, price sensitivity, brand preference, purchasing channels, etc. ’

‘Flowers are often purchased on holidays, such as Teachers’ Day, Valentine’s Day, and Parents’ Day. Satisfy the needs of the crowd with specialty products while strengthening the convergence of users’ shopping habits...’

……

There was a planning project written on it, which made Zhao Zhuwei suddenly excited.

Because it was so well written, it was exactly what she wanted to do but didn’t know how to quantify it.

But soon, she felt a little strange, looked around, and finally rushed into Yang Feng's room.

At this time, Yang Feng had just tidied up the room and saw her rushing in and asked, "What big thing happened again?"

"Did you write this for me?"

Zhao Zhuwei took out the things.

Yang Feng glanced at it, and then said speechlessly: "How could this be written by me? What's more, I don't have the ability to write it even if I want to."

"That's right. The person who wrote this thing looks very professional at first sight."

"Professional...I remembered, there is a professional capitalist in the room next to you."

"what?"

Zhao Zhuwei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and asked suspiciously: "You are talking about Lin Xue, right?"

"She seemed to be looking there just now."

Yang Feng said.

Zhao Zhuwei was a little suspicious, looked over there, and then ran out of Yang Feng's room.

"Hey, don't leave yet. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Yang Feng wanted to call her.

But Zhao Zhuwei has left.

Yang Feng had no choice but to spread his hands and walk towards the kitchen.

It's six o'clock in the evening.

Yang Feng prepared the meal and called upstairs: "What are you doing upstairs? Come down to eat."

He called for a long time and found Yang Xiaoshi coming down from upstairs.

Yang Feng was a little strange and said, "Where are your sister Wei and the other two?"

"I don't know. Are they back?"

"It's probably in the room, go and have a look."

"Why let me go?"

Yang Xiaoshi was a little scared.

She was afraid that someone would fight inside and she would be implicated.

The key is that when these two people fight, I don't know who to help.

Yang Feng knocked her angrily and said, "I've just finished my work. Go take a look, or I'll shut down your network later."

"Oh~ I know."

As soon as Yang Xiaoshi heard that the Internet was shut down, she immediately walked upstairs obediently.

She walked cautiously towards Lin Xue's room upstairs.

After secretly opening the door, I found that the two people inside seemed to be talking about something.

Strangely, the atmosphere didn't have the same gunpowder smell as before.

Yang Xiaoshi looked at it curiously and said, "Sister Wei, my brother asked you to go down for dinner."

"You guys eat first, we have something to do."

Zhao Zhuwei answered.

Yang Xiaoshi nodded quickly, then closed the door and headed back downstairs.

Yang Feng found it strange that she came down alone, and asked, "Why are you coming down alone?"

"They said they had something else to do and wouldn't let us disturb them."

Yang Xiaoshi muttered.

"What can happen to them?"

Yang Feng felt strange, but went upstairs in person.

However, the two people seemed to be really discussing something there, especially Zhao Zhuwei's well-behaved look, like a primary school student listening to a class.

Yang Xiaoshi was eating downstairs. When she saw her brother walking downstairs by himself, she said, "Brother, you didn't even ask me to come down."

"I don't know what's wrong with them. Let's eat it ourselves."

"Okay, I want to eat that beef."

"This is all yours."

"Hehe, long live my brother."

Yang Xiaoshi ate big mouthfuls of food.

She stays at home every day and doesn't know why she eats so much.

After eating the meal, Yang Feng left home.

Today Seinfeld also invited him to a store in Antique City.

After collecting his money for so long, I can finally see what I should do.

Yang Feng actually still had some curiosity and expectation in his heart.

antique city.

Although it was completely dark.

But the lights all around made it look very bright.

Yang Feng walked to the door of a big store, with the sign "Tianxuan Pavilion" on it.

This is where Seinfeld agreed.

When Yang Feng arrived at the door, Song Fei's voice came from the side.

"Mr. Yang is indeed punctual."

Seinfeld appeared nearby.

Yang Feng glanced at him and said: "Collect money to do things. After all, it is a billion-dollar project."

"Haha, Mr. Yang, please come in."

Seinfeld laughed and led the way.

Yang Feng first looked at the scene inside with his clairvoyance eyes.

After making sure there was nothing unusual, he walked in together.

When dealing with such a mysterious person, safety is the most important thing.

Entered Tianxuan Pavilion.

This is actually a three-story antique building.

The first floor is mainly for receiving ordinary guests.

The second floor is used to receive important guests.

As for the third floor, it is a forbidden area for guests.

When Yang Feng walked to the stairs, he saw a sign beside it that said "Distinguished Guests Stop".

At this time, there was a security guard in black standing next to him.

"Mr. Yang, please go upstairs."

Song Quan smiled.

Yang Feng followed him upstairs.

third floor.

At this time, three people were already waiting here.

There were two men and one woman, both young in age. The eldest among them was a tall, sturdy man, about thirty years old.

"Brother Fei, is this the distinguished guest you are talking about?"

The man changed his words and looked at Yang Feng strangely.

Another man was also surprised and said: "Are you too young?"

"Hehe, I just like little fresh meat like this. He looks handsome. It's better than staying with stinky men like you all day long."

The woman was smiling and looking at Yang Feng up and down, as if she wanted to eat someone.

Yang Feng didn't understand what was going on. He just looked at Song Fei and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"We have just made a fake, and we hope you can help us take a look. We will wait for you to make suggestions, and then we will modify it so that even you can't tell whether it is genuine or fake."

Seinfeld said.

When Yang Feng heard this, he was speechless and said: "It's impossible. There can't be anything in this world that even I can't tell is true or false."

"Mr. Yang, why don't you take a look at things first before talking."

Seinfeld's confident look.

He waved and asked the woman next to him to take something out of a box.

This is an imitation of an ancient painting.

It looks like it should be from the Song Dynasty.

It is extremely difficult to preserve ancient paintings, let alone ancient paintings from the Song Dynasty.

This thing must be extremely expensive. The real thing is definitely worth a lot of money. It may even be a national treasure that is not for sale.

As the ancient paintings were spread out, Yang Feng's expression was completely stunned.