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

"It sounds like a good thing."

Liu Yueyun was a little curious.

But thinking about how her boss was bragging just now, she still looked at Yang Feng cautiously.

He looked at it and then said: "Looking at the style, it should be a court painter from the Qianlong period."

"Sir, I say this from the bottom of my heart that you are indeed a true expert."

The boss sighed with emotion at this time and said: "What you said is absolutely correct. This is indeed a painting left by a palace painter during the Qianlong period when the vassal country came to court. It is of great historical significance."

"Is this painting a replica?"

"Sir, did you guess this?"

"It seems I guessed correctly?"

"Haha, sir, you are right."

The boss smiled and said: "The real thing is upstairs, because this painting is too precious. The reason why it is displayed here is because today is the 20th anniversary of the store, and at the same time, a big customer is coming here. Today He wants to buy the authentic painting."

"I see."

Yang Feng nodded.

Liu Yueyun listened to the two talking and asked strangely: "How did you guess that this was a fake?"

"The historical significance and price of this kind of painting are at least over [-] million. It is impossible for the real thing to be displayed like this, so there should be a private collector's room here specifically for collecting such things."

Yang Feng explained.

Ancient paintings are very fragile things.

Naturally, it cannot be displayed casually.

And even though this is a replica, because of its good workmanship, the boss also protects it very thoroughly.

While the two were talking, two figures walked in from the door.

The middle-aged man who took the lead smiled brightly and said, "Haha, Boss Zhang, long time no see. I'm here to see the goods today."

"Yes, Mr. Jia, you have so many things to do, and you still have time to look at the goods. I'm really flattered."

The boss is very polite.

Jia Demiao waved his hand and said, "Hey, are there any guests here?"

"Yes, a great expert who just came in has really great vision."

The boss introduced Yang Feng and then asked: "By the way, what is your name for this gentleman?"

"My name is Yang Feng."

"It turned out to be Mr. Yang."

The boss said.

But while they were talking, the young man following Jia Demiao discovered Liu Yueyun hiding behind.

"Xiaoyun?! Why are you here too!"

The young man suddenly screamed.

Jia Demiao also looked behind her at this time and said in surprise: "Hey, Xiaoyun, when did you come here? What a coincidence."

"I came here with my friend."

Facing her elders, Liu Yueyun reluctantly said hello.

Jia Yuanming was a little excited at this time and said: "Xiao Yun, I heard that you have just returned to the capital and were preparing to visit your home in the afternoon. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yuan Ming, pay attention to the occasion."

Jia Demiao said.

The two are father and son. This time, Jia Demiao also specially brought his son to see antiques to improve his appreciation of these things.

I just didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

Jia Demiao seemed to have noticed the situation at the scene and said: "This Mr. Yang should be Xiaoyun's friend. Are you an expert who comes to see antiques with her?"

"Well, if there's nothing else, I should go first."

Yang Feng had no intention of chatting with Jia Demiao.

Liu Yueyun is also planning to go out together.

When Jia Demiao saw it, he immediately stopped and said, "Hey, since Mr. Yang is an expert, how about you help me take a look? I think Xiaoyun will go up too."

"I don't understand."

Liu Yueyun didn't want to stay with this father and son.

But the boss also saw what he meant at this time and said: "I think since Mr. Yang is an expert, why not go up and have a look together."

"I do not mind."

Yang Feng actually wanted to see how much this genuine product was worth.

When Liu Yueyun saw Yang Feng going up, she could only follow him depressedly.

She tugged on Yang Feng's clothes and whispered, "He is the person I told you I hate."

"Well, didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Who made you agree so readily?"

Liu Yueyun had a somewhat complaining expression.

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, thinking that she should not go up, otherwise she would lose her temper.

But at this moment, the boss in front greeted again: "Mr. Yang, please come in."

He said hello again, and Yang Feng and Liu Yueyun could only follow him into the room on the second floor.

This room is indeed unusual.

There is constant temperature and humidity everywhere, and the ancient paintings are protected inside with special materials.

Close the door.

Yang Feng looked at the things around the room.

The collection here is not just this ancient painting, but also many top-notch antiques.

Liu Yueyun has been following him, which also made the Jia family and his son see something fishy.

At this time, Jia Yuanming deliberately approached Liu Yueyun and said, "Xiaoyun, can I go visit you later? I greeted my uncle yesterday."

"Then you go see him, I won't be home in the afternoon."

"That night..."

"Not at night either."

Liu Yueyun refused directly.

Jia Yuanming's expression changed slightly when he saw her refusing so decisively.

But at this moment, Yang Feng next to him suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, didn't you say there will be an auction tomorrow?"

"Well, I'll just take you there then."

Liu Yueyun answered readily.

The two seemed to be preparing to go out together, which made Jia Yuanming very unhappy.

But at this moment, the boss called Yang Feng and said, "Mr. Yang, how about you come and take a look at this painting?"

"Ok."

Yang Feng agreed and walked towards the painting in front.

At this time, Jia Demiao was already fascinated by it.

Ever since he knew that such a painting was collected here, he had always wanted to buy it.

However, the boss has never sold it. Recently, because the boss wanted to leave the capital, he decided to sell most of the things here and withdraw from the collection circle.

Jia Demiao looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful painting."

"This "Tribute Picture of All Nations" was said to have been left by a famous court painter at the time. Its technique has a somewhat Western flavor and is very expressive."

The boss himself also sighed.

Jia Demiao nodded and said, "Yes, that's right, the characters above are so lifelike that if you look closely, you will feel like you are immersed in them."

He was completely trapped inside now.

However, after Yang Feng took a closer look, he felt something was wrong.

"Ok?"

Yang Feng's expression changed slightly.

But no one noticed his subtle behavior at all.

Jia Demiao no longer cared about him at this time, and simply said: "Boss Zhang, at what price do you plan to sell this painting?"

"When I originally purchased this painting, it cost 8000 million."

"I guessed it before I came here, so how about I buy it for [-] million?"

Jia Demiao asked.

He had found someone to do the calculation, and he himself was an expert in this field.

The price was actually very fair, and the boss nodded in agreement.

Yang Feng seemed to have stopped looking at the painting at this time. Instead, he was interested in a painting in the corner and said, "Boss, are you selling this painting?"

What he was referring to was an ancient painting without a signature or seal.