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

Song Fei was a little surprised, but still smiled and said: "Tell me, if I can do my best, I will definitely help you."

"Some time ago, I saw the batch of goods you sold in the manor."

Yang Feng said.

When Seinfeld heard this, he nodded and said, "Thank you for not exposing those tricks. At least in your eyes, they should be just tricks."

"I know it's a fake, but there's one thing I still don't understand."

Yang Feng's tone was a little deep.

Song Fei seemed to have guessed something and said: "What you want to ask is why there are some spiritual things in those fakes, right?"

"If I'm not wrong, the auras left on the earth are just the auras that were attracted to cultural relics hundreds or even thousands of years ago."

Yang Feng said, and continued: "The spiritual energy above has generally been connected with the ancient objects themselves. Any action that destroys the slightest spiritual energy will shatter the structure of the entire ancient object, and then the ancient object will quickly decay, and finally become waste."

"You're right."

"And unless these spiritual energy are specially collected, it is absolutely impossible to pour them into other things again, especially those fakes that do not have the ability to store spiritual energy at all."

Yang Feng's eyes showed doubts.

After hearing this, Seinfeld laughed and said, "We have some special methods."

"Can you tell?"

"Is this the condition you mentioned?"

Song Fei seemed to understand what Yang Feng meant.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I really want to know how you did it."

"As far as I know, you have no interest in making fakes. What use do you know about these?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"of course."

"The truth is, I want to know if it can be done to extract the spiritual energy without destroying the cultural relics."

Yang Feng expressed his thoughts.

Seinfeld laughed and said, "It's the same as I guessed."

"Why, can't it be done?"

"At least it's impossible now."

As Seinfei spoke, he picked up a porcelain plate next to him and said, "Do you see this plate?"

"Modern Craftsmanship."

"Haha, I'm just talking about this thing. If it is an ancient relic, what do you think it lacks?"

"Are you saying that this ancient object has no aura?"

"Yes, in fact, for those ancient objects that are integrated with the aura, the aura is their blood, right? If a person drains his blood, he will die, and the same is true for the ancient objects."

Seinfeld said and continued: "But if there is something that can replace blood and maintain normal operation, that person may be able to survive."

"Scientifically speaking, nothing other than blood can replace it."

"The same goes for the aura, so you can't destroy the aura, but you can't destroy the ancient object itself, not to mention that the aura will escape even if there is the slightest fluctuation."

Sein Fei smiled and said, "But if you want to know how we make fakes, it's not difficult. After you come back from Bacheng, I will take you to a special place."

"A special place?"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Seinfeld smiled.

Yang Feng always felt that Song Fei wanted to tell him something.

And his identity is definitely not just as simple as a member of a hidden organization.

"Okay, this matter is settled. I will find you after Bacheng comes back. As for the pills you want, come and get them tomorrow afternoon."

Yang Feng agreed to what he just said.

Seinfeld smiled and said, "Thank you."

"gone."

Yang Feng stood up and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Sein Fei suddenly stopped him and said, "Mr. Yang, have you ever thought about anything these days?"

"I want to make money, so what, are there any other good businesses you can introduce to me?"

Yang Feng joked.

Song Fei knew that Yang Feng was used to talking like this, so he just said: "I just remembered that someone said something to me two days ago."

"Is there someone? Who do you mean?"

"a friend."

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and said, "He said you are different from ordinary people."

"Yeah, some people say I'm a genius."

"No, there are countless geniuses in the world, but there is only one Yang Feng."

Seinfeld smiled and said: "Sometimes maybe you should think about whether you should do something now that you have this ability."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, just talking casually."

Seinfeld just smiled, got up and walked outside.

Yang Feng looked at this guy.

He was more of an exhortation.

Although he didn't know what Sein Fei did, Yang Feng could feel that this person might be more complicated than he thought.

"Forget it, go home."

Yang Feng had no choice but to go back home.

But when he just returned to the door of the room.

Suddenly I found that the door to my room could not be opened.

Standing at the door.

At this time, Lin Xue just came out and poured a glass of water.

Seeing Yang Feng standing blankly at the door of the room, it was strange and asked: "What are you doing?"

"I... my room door seems to be locked from the inside."

Yang Feng's confused expression.

Lin Xue was a little strange. She looked at Yang Feng and then at the door of the room, and said, "Then how did you come out?"

"I remembered, I seemed to have climbed out of the window."

"..."

Lin Xue was speechless.

Why does this guy look like he's not in his right mind?

"Well, why don't I go through your room?"

Yang Feng coughed dryly.

Lin Xue nodded and let him enter his room.

Seeing Yang Feng about to climb out of the window, Lin Xue suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute."

"Clang!"

Yang Feng just stepped out with one foot and suddenly stopped the car, but he almost fell onto the lawn downstairs.

He grabbed the frame of the window with one difficult hand and crawled back against the wall little by little.

As he returned to the room in embarrassment, he said speechlessly: "If you are in this situation, could you tell me earlier?"

"I just remembered it. How about I go to the set with you tomorrow?"

Lin Xue seems to be a little interested in this movie.

Yang Feng looked at her and said, "What, are you going to invest some too?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Lin Xue answered easily.

Seeing that she seemed serious, Yang Feng simply said: "Okay, let's go take a look tomorrow morning. It just so happens that I haven't seen the movie shooting scene yet."

"Well, that's it."

"No problem, I'll go back first."

As Yang Feng spoke, he took his legs out and prepared to climb out of the window again.

Just when he was about to stretch out his leg, Lin Xue suddenly said again: "Wait a minute."

"What are you going to do again?!"

Yang Feng was a little anxious this time.

Lin Xue looked at Yang Feng opening the window and said helplessly: "Why don't you call a locksmith? It would be too ugly to open the window."

"What do you call unlocking? Why do I need to be called unlocking for my skills? No one is looking at this in the middle of the night. I can get over in a few seconds."

Yang Feng was full of confidence and stepped on the window frame with one foot.

Just when he was about to grab the eaves and jump to his room, a voice came from outside the villa.

"Yang Feng?! What are you doing?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from below.

Yang Feng lost his footing and fell directly from the second floor towards the lawn on the ground.