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

Yang Feng and Lin Xue were both a little strange.

Looking back, Birrell had already finished dealing with the fans and walked behind the two of them.

Yang Feng looked at him doubtfully and asked, "You called me?"

"Of course, I have heard of Mr. Yang's name a long time ago. It is such an honor to see you here."

Birrell smiled.

As soon as he spoke, Lin Xue was a little shocked.

Yang Feng actually knows this kind of person?

And listening to this tone, there is actually a bit of respect.

You know, this guy's character seems a bit perverse.

Yang Feng also felt strange.

But then, he thought of something and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Of course, but can you ask your female companion to step aside for a moment? I'm sorry, I am a more direct person."

Birrell looked at Lin Xue beside him.

Lin Xue's face turned red and she said, "I am not his female companion."

But after hearing this, she looked around and finally said: "I'll go sit over there for a while, and you two can talk by yourself."

After saying that, Lin Xue walked to a place farther away and sat down.

At this time, Birrell also pointed to the chair next to him and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, can you give me a compliment?"

Yang Feng felt that this guy was abnormal, but he still sat down at this time.

The two sitting here naturally attracted the attention of many people.

But at this time, Birrell's security team had kept these people out and booked the entire store for themselves.

Even Lin Xue could only watch the two people sitting there talking from a distance of more than ten meters.

She felt more and more strange.

People like Birrell are extremely influential around the world.

How come you suddenly met Yang Feng?

I had no idea before.

at the same time.

Birrell had already spoken and said with a smile: "I have seen Mr. Yang's magic at auctions before, especially when I heard that you are the de facto No. 1 in Jiangcheng for antiques, calligraphy and paintings. I have always wanted to meet you. , but missed them all.”

"Then we are quite destined to meet here."

"Perhaps it's also because of the appearance of that important item at the Lakeside Auction?"

Birrell smiled.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes, looked at him carefully, and asked, "Are you here to let me help you identify antique calligraphy and paintings?"

"No, no, no, for me now, what is more important is your other very magical invention."

Birrell said.

Yang Feng seemed to have just reacted at this time.

"It's for the pills."

Yang Feng spoke.

Bilor's smile deepened and he said, "Mr. Yang is indeed a smart man."

"I'm sorry, but my pills are ready for someone else to sell them on my behalf. I have no plans to sell them directly at this time."

Yang Feng answered calmly.

After hearing this, Birrell understood and said: "You always seem to be unwilling to go to the stage by yourself. Don't you think it is very exciting to enjoy the cheers of the fans?"

"Not everyone is like you..."

Yang Feng was speechless.

Bilor chuckled and said: "I always thought that everyone was the same. But you can rest assured that after I get the pills, I will not tell others who sold them to me, and your identity will not be exposed. This is just a A hidden transaction."

"I'm curious as to why you insist on this pill."

"Mr. Yang should know very well that for some people, this pill is equivalent to their second life."

Birrell smiled and said: "I know that there are some families in China who cultivate the same type of medicinal materials. The quantities are rare and no one has ever sold them."

"My pill count is also very sparse."

"Yes, so I'm willing to pay a very high price."

At this time, Birrell stretched out five fingers.

Yang Feng took a look and said: "Five hundred million one?"

"Haha, Mr. Yang is too humorous, but I am indeed willing to purchase more than ten pills of this kind at a price of 5000 million. And I believe in your credibility. As long as you nod now, I have the money ready. ."

Birrell's tone was relaxed and cheerful as always.

This 5 million yuan seems to be the same as a few dozen dollars in his eyes.

When Yang Feng heard this, something changed in his heart.

Where can I find such high-quality users?

However, he deliberately did not show surprise, but said calmly: "I am very interested in the family behind you."

"Mr. Yang, why would you ask knowingly? You should know exactly who needs this pill."

Birrell smiled easily.

Yang Feng thought for a moment and said, "I can sell you ten pills."

"It seems that Mr. Yang is a man of good sense."

"But I have two requests."

"Please speak."

Birrell answered easily.

Yang Feng paused and said: "First, you can't tell anyone that I sold you this pill. I don't like to attract other people's attention."

"Of course I will do this."

"Second, pills cannot be used against Chinese people."

Yang Feng added.

Birrell hesitated slightly, but still nodded: "No problem, the main enemies of our family are not Chinese at present, not to mention those big Chinese families are not easy to provoke."

"Okay, as a friend, I will give you a discount of [-] million, and I will charge you [-] million for ten pills."

"Conscience! So conscientious!"

Bilor was excited and said: "I want to buy more! Mr. Yang, if you have goods in the future, please give me priority!"

"of course can."

Yang Feng agreed.

Birrell was very satisfied with this conversation and stood up and said: "Then I won't disturb your vacation with your girlfriend. This is an Imperial Bank card with 5 million yuan in it."

"Ok?"

"The extra money is my deposit for the next batch of goods."

Birrell smiled.

When he passed by Lin Xue, he did not forget to say hello: "Beautiful lady, I am very sorry to disturb your vacation."

After saying that, Birrell left here happily, as if he had picked up money.

Yang Feng looked at the back of this guy leaving, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.

This guy is really interesting.

Yang Feng laughed at this time.

But at this moment, Lin Xue had already walked back to his side.

Looking at the black bank card on the table, Lin Xue's expression was full of suspicion and asked: "What's going on?"

"What's the matter?"

"What is your relationship with him?"

"He and I... No, when you ask me, I sound weird, like a couple cheating on me."

Yang Feng felt something was wrong, and said, "I just met him. He is looking for me to discuss business."

"Come here, you only have one-third of an acre of land. Why do people still need to negotiate business with you?"

Lin Xue's expression of contempt.

But when she looked at the bank card on the table, she did feel very strange.

She knew that this kind of bank card requires a deposit of at least [-] million before it can be issued, and it is very limited in the world.

What Birrell was talking to Yang Feng was definitely not a trivial matter.