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

"Who do you think I am?"

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "In modern society, how can there be a lunatic who commits himself to someone as soon as he is moved? Isn't that a flaw in the brain?"

"you!"

When Zhao Zhuwei heard this, her face was livid with anger.

Then he snorted coldly and turned away.

"Hey! Where are you going? Wait for me!"

Yang Feng quickly wanted to catch up.

But just after running two steps, Zhao Zhuwei suddenly stopped in front of a milk tea shop, as if she saw an acquaintance.

Yang Feng finally caught up and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"look……"

Zhao Zhuwei glanced ahead.

At this time, in the milk tea shop in front, an employee was busy.

And she knew that person, and so did Yang Feng.

It was Jiang Min whom I had met before.

Yang Feng's expression changed slightly.

At this time, Jiang Min was just working, and her colleague came back from inside at this time and said to her: "Jiang Min, there was news in the claw machine shop just now. A very powerful man came and grabbed all the fruit mobile phones." gone."

"Really or not? Isn't that something impossible to be caught?"

"I don't know either, but that man not only caught the fruit phone, but also gave it to the person next to him. He and his girlfriend only took two dolls with them when they went out. It looked like they had money to experience life."

My colleagues looked a little nymphomaniacally in their eyes.

But at this moment, she seemed to notice Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei not far away. She quickly pointed at the two of them and said, "Look, look, they are the two people over there."

"what?"

Jiang Min had just finished dealing with the guests and looked into the distance.

When she saw Yang Feng, her expression suddenly changed.

Then, she quickly turned her head, pretending not to see it, for fear of being discovered by Yang Feng.

She was filled with resentment and jealousy.

Originally, the rich woman next to him should be him.

But myself...

Yang Feng did not go up to say hello, but patted Zhao Zhuwei and said, "Stop looking and let's go."

"Oh~"

Zhao Zhuwei agreed.

She looked at Yang Feng and said strangely: "You seem to have known her for a long time."

"We have known each other for three or four years. She has been cheating on her most of the time and we have watched several movies..."

Yang Feng shook his head.

He didn't know how to describe it either.

Zhao Zhuwei chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite pure, so I forgive you."

"Forgive me for what?"

Yang Feng was a little strange.

What did you do wrong just now?

Zhao Zhuwei grinned and said, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you, a fool like you, but I think she seems to be quite down and out."

"The second generation of rich people are not fools. They will change people when they get tired of them. All men understand this."

Yang Feng's calm expression.

Zhao Zhuwei was dissatisfied and said: "It's nonsense, I understand it."

"Because you are also a rich second generation."

Yang Feng spread his hands.

A sentence came to his mind.

Women will always be deceived, and they will always be deceived by the same tricks.

Because their demands are often only met by scammers.

While thinking about it, the two of them arrived at the parking lot.

At this moment, a surprising voice stopped Yang Feng.

"Mr. Yang! Are you back in Jiangcheng?"

This voice made Yang Feng look back.

It was discovered that it was Xiang Shenghui whom I had met once before.

At this time, Xiang Shenghui was as high-spirited as ever, walking up to Yang Feng and greeting him humbly.

Yang Feng also laughed and said, "It's you, what a coincidence."

But soon, he realized that he had just told Sheng Hui that he was back in Jiangcheng.

This meant that he had been looking for him some time ago.

"I'm about to go to an auction. Are you interested in going with me, Mr. Yang?"

Asked Sheng Hui.

Yang Feng was a little confused and said, "I haven't heard of any big auctions in Jiangcheng recently."

"It is a temporary auction. It is said that the organizer is from the capital. Currently, only some people in the industry have been invited. I also received the invitation by chance."

Explaining to Sheng Hui.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "From what you said, it seems that you have something to do with me?"

"Well...there is indeed something I want to ask Mr. Yang for help with."

Xiang Shenghui's expression was a bit awkward.

Although Yang Feng was not familiar with him, he also knew that this person was not simple behind his back. He said readily: "You can just say it. If you can do it, you will do your best."

"It's like this. I received a batch of goods, but I encountered some troubles. I wanted you to help me identify them, but I heard that you are not in Jiangcheng."

Xiang Shenghui said helplessly: "Let us discuss this matter later. We are going to the auction soon. Do you want to go with Mr. Yang?"

"Well, that's what I meant."

Yang Feng's hobby is to pick up missing pieces at auctions, so naturally he won't miss such an opportunity.

Then, he asked Zhao Zhuwei next to him: "Are you going too?"

"I'm going home to see my dad soon."

"Then you can drive my car back later and help me take the doll away."

"Hey, okay!"

Zhao Zhuwei readily agreed.

Watch her leave.

Xiang Shenghui was a little curious and said, "Mr. Yang and Miss Zhao are very familiar with each other?"

"Well, they are good friends."

"No wonder, I heard that Miss Zhao was kidnapped some time ago, and it was Mr. Yang who rescued her."

Xiang Shenghui's tone was indifferent.

Yang Feng's expression was a little solid, and he said intriguingly: "Mr. Xiang is also very well-informed."

"Haha, Mr. Yang is so famous in the antique circle now, so naturally I know something about it."

Xiang Shenghui smiled, opened the car door and said, "Take my car."

The two said nothing more.

At this time, the car arrived at the entrance of Jiangcheng's auditorium.

This auction is held in the auditorium.

At this time, people were already coming and going at the door, and they looked either rich or noble.

Xiang Shenghui and Yang Feng walked inside and said, "I heard that Mr. Yang is also planning to open an antique trading company? If there are good things by then, you must inform me."

"I don't know what kind of good thing is good for you."

Yang Feng's words had some other meaning.

He remembered clearly that when he first met Xiang Shenghui, most of the antiques he bought had that special aura.

This shows that Xiang Shenghui is a person who collects spiritual energy, not an antique dealer.

Xiang Shenghui seemed to understand what Yang Feng meant, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang is not simple either. It seems that I have found the right person."

"Oh?"

"When the auction is over, I hope Mr. Yang can help me take a look at the antiques I bought. As for that, we'll have to wait a while."

Xiang Shenghui looked into the auditorium and said rather mysteriously: "Someone heavyweight appeared here today."