He Wangye dominates the entertainment industry

Zheng Qingyin on the other end of the phone interrupted his thoughts: "Just tell me how much it's worth."

Huang Lao's face was worried: "Xiao Er, how can you be so rude, playthings are not judged by value."

Zheng Qingyin quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Huang, I was impatient for a while, I'm young and ignorant."

Huang Lao has a high status and he dare not offend.

But I keep scolding my mother in my heart!
That's a fake!

So what if you draw well?
It was he who bought it from a small street vendor. He originally planned to use it to make old clothes and sell them at the price of a pair.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred before it had time, and when selling cultural relics for money, they accidentally handed over both of them.

Ha ha!

Zheng Qingyin laughed at Feng Heng in his heart.

The bottom of that old plum vase is slightly incomplete, let alone 300 million, you can laugh when you sell it for 200 million!

What kind of cultural relics and geniuses are people who are fooled by his fakes for 1000 million?

"No problem." Feng Heng said lightly.

He himself was never prepared to hide it from Zheng Qingyin.

"A priceless treasure, if you want to value it, it will be more than hundreds of millions."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Zheng Qingyin couldn't care less about putting on a show in front of Mr. Huang.

He yelled: "Feng Heng, are you sick? You are really capable of making up such a story to make me feel sorry for you! Are you the chief screenwriter of your company! It's more than hundreds of millions, let alone 5000 million. If it's worth more than [-] million, I'll eat shit on my knees!"

He also kept an eye out, fearing that the new plum vase was really valuable, so he raised the price a lot on purpose.

As far as he knows, there are not many bottles that can exceed 5000 million yuan per piece!
He is afraid of a ball!
A trace of disgust appeared in Feng Heng's calm eyes: "Dirty."

Zheng Qingyin: "..."

Is this the point?

"Then I'll broadcast handstand diarrhea!" He said disdainfully.

Feng Heng disliked it even more: "It's dirtier."

A bunch of crows floated above Zheng Qingyin's head: "Brother! Are you sick? Can you focus on the key points? I'll turn around in the air for a week and a half and kneel down for you Phoenix and then wash your hair upside down, okay?"

"Okay." Feng Heng readily agreed this time.

He looked at Huang Lao: "Please be a witness."

It was the first time Mr. Huang knew that young people were playing so flamboyantly, and he was already dumbfounded.

It was Mr. Feng who was at the side giving him comfort, so he slowed down, his face turned dark immediately, and he cursed: "Zheng boy! You are the one who made up the nonsense! I have heard the story Xiao Heng told."

Zheng Qingyin: "Huh?"

"As soon as Xiao Heng said, I just remembered that about a few decades ago, there was a brightly colored teacup in my cousin's house. I heard him tell this story at that time, but he said that this kind of utensils exist in the world. It's extremely rare, and the one in his hand is likely to be an orphan, I didn't think of it until I saw this plum vase."

He let out a long sigh: "If it really matches his cup..."

"How much is his cup worth?" Zheng Qingyin interrupted and asked without regard for politeness.

Huang Lao looked displeased, but he still replied: "There was a foreign Chinese who offered [-] million."

As we all know, things of the same age and kiln mouth are more valuable if they are larger.

Zheng Qingyin didn't believe in evil: "Impossible! Even if they look a bit alike, they can't be the same! Your cousin's must be an orphan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Lao received a message on his cell phone.

[Cousin: Keep the plum vase, 2000 million, right? I bought it!It's confirmed, this and my teacup came out of the same kiln. ]
Mr. Feng: "..."

He patted his grandson on the shoulder: "Call me to watch when you are washing your hair upside down."

This news was forwarded to Zheng Qingyin by Mr. Huang intact.

Mr. Huang is a family of collectors, his cousin belongs to his family, and the cousin Mr. Huang mentioned is a well-known big collector both at home and abroad. Haven't gone wrong for decades.

It can be said that the cultural relics have been firmly passed through his hands, and fake ones can become real.

Feng Heng smiled lightly: "I have a date at night."

Zheng Qingyin was still immersed in the blow and couldn't get out: "?? What did you say?"

"One juggler is missing."

Zheng Qingyin: "Death!"

When Zheng Xijing came out of the room to eat, what she saw was Zheng Qingyin who was like a dead fish on the sofa. She said with disgust, "Second brother, what are you doing?"

Zheng Qingyin murmured: "The priceless treasure is lost."

"What!" Zheng Xijing pushed him: "What are you doing again? You forgot how angry Dad was when he found out that we lost 8000 million two days ago? I was grounded! Your company was also taken back! Don't you Something's wrong!"

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Zheng Qingyin's eyes: "Little sister, do you have a quick rescue pill?"

Zheng Xijing panicked: "Don't scare me! You don't have a heart attack, don't pretend!"

"I have a heart attack."
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As night fell slowly, Feng Heng picked up Bai Nian downstairs in the apartment as promised. Bai Nian casually put on a hoodie and jeans, and stuffed Feng Heng, who was standing in the cold wind with a gift box, into the car.

"Is it cold? Why don't you sit in the car!" Bai Nian complained casually.

Feng Heng shook his head: "It's not cold."

It was written in love strategy, you must stand downstairs and wait, so that she can see you as soon as she comes down.

He pushed the gift box in his arms to Bai Nian's hand: "Look what it is?"

Bai Nian opened it and said in surprise, "There are still there?"

She touched the plum vase with nostalgia.

This is the first honor that is unique to her in the palace. She likes it very much and puts it in the room every day. Later, she lost several of them, so she took them back to the warehouse. Unexpectedly, she saw them again after a thousand years.

Also, there is little change in color.

She lamented: "Feudalism kills people! It's a pity that such a good craftsmanship that has been immortalized for thousands of years has been lost because of the emperor's dislike!"

Feng Heng: "..."

In fact, he didn't like it, and Brother Huang took the blame for him.

He closed the lid calmly: "Don't look, go back and look slowly."

Bai Nian thought for a while, then pushed the gift box over: "It's better to put it in your courtyard first. It came from the palace, and it's considered an antique. My little house doesn't have a safe."

Feng Heng frowned: "Put it out if you like it."

Bai Nian refused with righteous words: "Extravagance is unacceptable! Diligence and simplicity start with me!"

Feng Heng: "...has the company organized advanced thinking activities recently?"

Bai Nian asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Feng Heng: "I can tell."

In the evening, Bai Nian was uncharacteristically active, pulling him to take several selfies, retouching and editing them, and sending them to Weibo.

Feng Heng brought her food: "Aren't you afraid that someone will spread rumors that you are in a relationship?"

Bai Nian smiled mysteriously: "You will know soon."

Feng Heng's eyebrows twitched. He instinctively wanted to use his mobile phone to see what happened, but Bai Nian held his hand down and begged, "Wait a minute, okay?"

She was afraid that Feng Heng would just shake his sleeves and leave after seeing it.

Feng Heng silently put down his phone, with doubts in his heart until he came to the cinema after dinner.

The waiter in the movie theater enthusiastically led them in: "All your friends are here."

friend?

Isn't this a date for the two of them?

Feng Heng raised his eyebrows, waiting for Bai Nian to give an explanation.

Bai Nian sneered and said, "It's all here, let's take a photo together."

Then, Feng Heng was dragged and dragged into the movie hall by her. In the movie hall, there was a group of relatives and friends headed by An Ningning, not even Xiaomang and Jiaojiao were left behind.

His face darkened, and in the next second, Bai Nian pulled him to stand in the middle, the waiter picked up the camera, surrounded by the rest of the people, and was forced to take a group photo.

Bai Nian was tapping on the phone.

Feng Heng opened Weibo and looked at it, his face turned dark immediately.

——Bai Nian: I, the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties (sugar gift)! [Group photo.jpg]