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

Yang Feng looked at him, smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Zhang is indeed very concerned about this matter."

"Hey, who says it isn't? This matter is related to our reputation."

Zhang Qin sighed and said: "If so many fakes are really sold, our reputation will definitely be damaged by then."

"I heard that Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning were the ones appraised by the Governor for this auction?"

Yang Feng asked.

Zhang Qin nodded and said: "They are all Mr. Jin Changming's disciples. They appraised the auction items with me before. Who knew that the situation would change suddenly after one night."

"Are they coming?"

"Not yet. I'm going to make a call to talk to them later."

Zhang Qin answered.

He seemed sincere.

But then, his phone rang, and he apologized: "Sorry, I'll answer the phone first."

As he spoke, he walked towards the side, as if he was talking about something confidential.

Zhao Zhuwei looked at him with some confusion on her face.

Yang Feng knocked on her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why do I feel that he is weird?"

Zhao Zhuwei muttered.

Yang Feng laughed when he heard this and said, "He sounds like he cares about fakes. Isn't that good?"

"But he is concerned, but he... why does he keep saying it but not informing the organizer?"

Zhao Zhuwei muttered and continued: "And at least we should inform Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning."

"Do you think there's something fishy about him?"

"Anyway, this guy is weird."

Zhao Zhuwei felt something was wrong.

But when she raised her head, she found that the smile on Yang Feng's face was very strong.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Zhuwei was a little strange.

Yang Feng shook his head, glanced outside, and said, "Nothing, but I think news will come soon."

"News? What news?"

Zhao Zhuwei was a little strange.

At this moment, Birrell's entourage ran in from the door of the coffee shop.

He quickly ran to Yang Feng and said, "Mr. Yang, it's bad! Something big has happened!"

His panicked tone was just in time to see Zhang Qin coming back from a short distance away.

Seeing the appearance of this follower, Zhang Qin was a little surprised and said, "What's going on?"

"There was a terrorist attack backstage just now. Not only was there a low-intensity explosion, but there were also several people trying to steal things. However, in the end, a lot of auction items were destroyed during the fight!"

The attendant's tone was filled with excitement.

Zhang Qin suddenly became anxious and said quickly: "So how is the situation now?"

"They didn't succeed, but now the entire backstage is under martial law. A large number of antiques and treasures have been damaged, and they are being cleaned up now."

The attendant said, and quickly said: "Marquis Birrell wants you to go back quickly. He feels that this matter is not easy."

"oh, I understand now."

Yang Feng agreed, then looked at Zhang Qin behind him and asked him to go back with him to take a look.

It is separated from the auction hall by a passage and a small garden.

When Yang Feng returned to the backstage door, everyone attending the auction had been evacuated.

At the backstage door, there were police from Bacheng and people from local big families maintaining order.

As soon as Yang Feng arrived here, someone immediately came up to stop him and scolded him: "Sir, the auction has been temporarily stopped. Please go out first. We are investigating the case."

"He's my friend and I brought him back."

Birrell's voice came.

After hearing this, the policeman immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I was careless."

"It's okay, how is the situation now?"

Yang Feng asked.

After hearing this, the policeman immediately sighed and said, "Mr. Yang, please come in and take a look."

His face was full of helplessness and pity.

Yang Feng and others walked into the backstage.

Inside the backstage.

It was a mess at this time.

You can see fragments of porcelain, calligraphy and painting blackened by the explosion, and a lot of ashes all around.

"Those things...were the result of the fight, right?"

Yang Feng asked.

Birrell nodded and said: "Yes, the person who wants to steal this time is a very strong master, and his strength should be at least above the earl."

"what?!"

Yang Feng's expression changed slightly.

Earl, that is equivalent to China's most accomplished innate martial artist to one between heaven and man.

Even some relatively strong earls may reach the strength of Huaxia people.

Such a powerful person actually wants to steal these things?

"By the way, this person's name is Zhang Qin. He just told me that he noticed something strange about the auction items backstage."

Yang Feng remembered and pulled Zhang Qin aside to introduce him.

Zhang Qin's face was a little wavering at this time, and he said: "This... Actually, I'm not sure now. Maybe I saw it wrong."

"Um?!"

Yang Feng immediately turned his head, looked at him and said, "That's not what you just said."

"Well, I don't have Mr. Yang's vision. I just discovered one or two things that may have some problems. Maybe it's a problem with our review and appraisal?"

Zhang Qin seemed to have forgotten everything that happened just now.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes.

He didn't speak, but Zhao Zhuwei next to him became angry and said angrily: "You clearly didn't say that just now!"

"Miss Zhao, I just had a little suspicion, but now it's become like this here. Those things have either turned into coal or turned into black ash, and I can't provide any evidence. It's just my slight suspicion. What’s the use?”

Zhang Qin had a regretful expression on his face.

But when he just spoke, the owner of the auction house had already rushed over.

The expression on his face at this time was like mourning for an heir.

This is the largest auction they have held, attracting so many people from all over the world.

But I never would have thought that something like this would happen.

After seeing Birrell, he hurriedly ran over and said, "Mr. Birrell, this... this..."

“Are these things insured?”

Birrell asked the boss.

The boss listened and nodded repeatedly, but then his face became even more ugly and said: "But even if I'm insured, such a big thing happened at the auction, I... I really..."

"It's okay, let's have someone count the losses first."

Birrell sighed.

The backstage at this time was already a bit chaotic.

Fortunately, Birrell quickly asked members of his family to come over and take control of the situation, because he was friends with his boss.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei looked around.

Zhang Qin has been following behind the two of them and said nervously: "Mr. Yang, what do you think we should do about this matter..."

"Have Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning arrived?"

Yang Feng suddenly asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two figures hurried in from outside, it was Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning.

When the two of them saw such a scene, it was like a thunderbolt hitting their heads.

"How is this going?!"

Long Huailu's incredible expression.