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

The name of this ancient painting is "Afternoon Market".

There is no signature on it, but judging from the clothing, it should belong to the streets of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

But because it is too old, and there is no signature.

Therefore, their judgment basically felt that this was an imitation from the Qing Dynasty.

However, even if it is an antique painting, the charm and value of this picture are not low.

The boss has also kept this painting here.

He made a purchase, letting everyone else in the room look over.

"Mr. Yang's artistic accomplishment is indeed very high. If you only look at the lines and colors of this painting, it is indeed top-notch."

Jia Demiao nodded in approval and said: "However, if this kind of ancient painting is not signed, the value will be greatly reduced."

He was right.

The reason why ancient paintings in history can be passed down to this day is essentially due to the efforts of collectors in the past generations.

In history, anyone who can be a collector must be a big boss, and the last one must be from a wealthy family.

Many people like them will leave their names in history books, and the things they collect will often be stamped with their own seals.

Therefore, you will see many stamps on many ancient calligraphy and paintings, which actually shows how many collectors this ancient calligraphy and painting has passed through.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "I think the paintings above seem to be the streets of the Song Dynasty, so I am very interested in this."

"Hey, Mr. Yang, you are overthinking this. If this is really an ancient painting from the Song Dynasty, it cannot be so clean, and from the material point of view, it is more like a later imitation."

The boss was kind enough to explain to Yang Feng at this time.

This should be the most basic knowledge in the collecting world, but Yang Feng seems to have made such a mistake.

Jia Yuanming found an opportunity and said with disdain: "I just watched Boss Zhang introduce me for a long time, I thought he was really a big shot, but it turns out he is just a pretender."

His contemptuous tone.

However, Jia Demiao next to him did not stop him, and the boss could only look helpless.

After all, he was about to do business with Jia Demiao, so it was really hard for him to say more at this time.

Yang Feng was not angry, he just said: "I just like it. Boss, why don't you give me a price?"

"This... although this thing is a replica, the price I offer will not be too low. Mr. Yang..."

"It's ok."

Yang Feng answered readily.

Seeing him like this, the boss said: "I think this painting is very valuable even if it is a replica, so I will definitely not sell it for less than 500 million."

"Well, then 500 million."

Yang Feng did not hesitate.

His cheerful appearance really made the people around him dumbfounded.

Even a layman like Liu Yueyun knew that something like this without a signature was definitely not very valuable.

But Yang Feng actually bought it so decisively.

"Mr. Yang is indeed rich, and he really spends a lot of money."

Jia Demiao said at this time.

"I didn't know what a rich man was before, but now I know what a rich man is."

Jia Yuanming was sarcastic at this time.

He just pointed at Yang Feng's nose and scolded him as a country bumpkin.

But Yang Feng didn't care about this. Instead, he glanced at the two of them and said, "Didn't you also buy a painting? That one seems to be more expensive than mine."

"Hmph, a ten-dollar electronic watch and a Rolex are both watches, so how can the prices be the same?"

Jia Yuanming couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you know anything about antiques?"

"I don't really understand, I just like it."

Yang Feng didn't explain much.

At this time, the boss was afraid that Yang Feng would regret it, so he immediately prepared the contract.

Several people walked downstairs and started the process.

Except Yang Feng wants to sign a contract.

The contract for the painting that Jia Demiao bought was also signed at this time and his fingerprints were put on it.

For Jia Demiao, this was a successful transaction. He finally bought this painting, and it will definitely appreciate significantly in the future.

And when he looked at Yang Feng next to him, he felt a little pitiful.

This guy spent 500 million on this thing.

"By the way, can I take my painting away now? I've already asked someone to transfer the money, but it might take a while before it arrives."

Yang Feng asked.

The boss didn't think much and said straightforwardly: "Since I am Miss Liu's friend, and based on the reputation of the Liu family, I naturally trust you sir."

This is only 500 million. Even if Yang Feng really runs away, the Liu family will definitely make up for it.

Needless to say, Jia Demiao’s identity goes without saying.

At this time, he had already wrapped the painting and was ready to take it away.

With his worth and reputation, the boss has no doubts about him and the contract has been signed.

"Young man, now that the contract is signed, I still have to remind you. Boss Zhang sold it at that price because he really liked the style of that painting. Don't think that this painting can be sold at this price outside. "

Jia Demiao's proud expression.

He felt that he had made a lot of money, and Yang Feng next to him was a fool.

After all, that painting might only be worth 200 million at auction.

But Yang Feng didn't care about this. He took Liu Yueyun and prepared to leave here.

But at this moment, an old man happened to walk up to the door of the antique shop.

The old man came in and was ready to say hello to Jia Demiao.

But when he saw Yang Feng, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Mr. Yang?!"

He recognized Yang Feng at a glance, which made the latter a little confused.

Jia Demiao and the others were also a little strange.

Because the old man who walked in was Gong Liqun, a well-known collector and antiques boss in the capital.

But how did he know Yang Feng?

Yang Feng actually felt strange and said, "Have I... seen you?"

"Mr. Gong, what's going on? Do you know him?"

Jia Demiao asked strangely.

Gong Liqun heard this question and said, "Mr. Yang may have forgotten that I met you at the auction in Shuicheng. It was that time that you discovered the secret of the piece of Bai Heng."

"I remember."

"I was there when there was the Auction in Macao, but I didn't have the chance to meet Mr. Yang at that time. Now I didn't expect to see you here."

Gong Liqun was as humble as a student in front of Yang Feng.

This made Jia Demiao and others look stupid.

Even Liu Yueyun didn't expect that Yang Feng's status in the antique circle would be so high.

But Gong Liqun had personally seen Yang Feng pick up top-grade blue and white porcelain worth more than 3000 million yuan at an auction in Macao City for [-] million yuan.

Now I look at Yang Feng holding something in his hand.

Gong Liqun was also a little curious and asked, "Mr. Yang bought something again?"

"Yeah, I..."

"Mr. Gong, what he bought was an unsigned antique painting. It cost 500 million."

Jia Yuanming was the first to speak at this time, and his words were mostly sarcastic.

But after hearing this, Gong Liqun's expression changed slightly.

This kid is so naive. What Yang Feng bought must not be ordinary.

He must have missed it again!