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

Yang Feng just smiled.

But the people present had already noticed that something was wrong at this time.

"I...I have a bold idea."

A man sounded a little nervous at this time.

He hadn't finished speaking yet, but everyone present had guessed what he meant.

Everyone looked at Yang Feng at this time.

"Could it be that... he is... Yang Feng, the god of gambling?!!!"

Even though everyone said it, they were still in disbelief.

At this moment, a middle-aged boss finally squeezed into the crowd.

After he saw Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei, he said excitedly: "Mr. Yang! And Miss Zhao!"

This person was the owner of the shop where Yang Feng played stone gambling.

When Yang Feng saw a familiar face, he smiled and said, "Boss, how's the business going lately?"

"Hey, since you became popular, Mr. Yang, more and more people have come to my store. I heard you were here, so I hurried over to thank you."

The boss said.

Then he looked at the situation at the scene and wondered: "Hey, what happened?"

He still doesn't know what happened just now.

But seeing the eyes of the people around him, he couldn't help but realize Yang Feng's current identity.

"Actually, if you really need some good ingredients, I can actually say hello to Gao Ronghai. After all, he has opened a shop here before, and they are all neighbors in the street."

Yang Feng saw that his reputation was being used here, so he simply agreed to the matter.

After everyone heard this, they suddenly became excited.

You must know that this market is originally the most secondary market.

Most bosses have neither capital nor connections.

The sources they can get are all very rubbish tailings.

If Yang Feng is willing to sell them good goods, maybe they will have the opportunity to open a better store.

Just before everyone had time to be happy, the police arrived here.

"Suspected of fraud, please come with me."

The policeman's face was cold.

At this time, the fake Yang Feng and his accomplices wanted to escape immediately.

But Yang Feng had already grabbed their arms.

After the police thanked Yang Feng, they took them away.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei left here after chatting with people in the market.

It's really no fun after your identity is exposed.

When the two of them came out of the market in front of the gate, they looked a little embarrassed.

Zhao Zhuwei pulled Yang Feng out of the market gate and breathed a sigh of relief when no one followed her.

On the side of the road.

Zhao Zhuwei was a little helpless and said: "Yang Feng, your reputation in the stone betting circle is so high, why do these fans look more terrifying than chasing celebrities?"

"I originally wanted to come here to have fun, but who knew I would encounter a fake today."

Yang Feng also looked at Zhao Zhuwei with a helpless expression and said, "Forget it, let's find a place to rest for a while."

"Hey, let's go have a drink."

"Okay, there's a cafe right in front, let's go there."

Yang Feng said.

As they talked, the two walked into the cafe in front.

In the store.

There were not many people here at this time, most of them were enjoying the afternoon.

However, Yang Feng happened to see a familiar face in the crowd.

At this time, Han Yunfu, who was sitting by the window, had just seen off the wealthy businessman he was talking to.

After seeing Yang Feng, Han Yunfu burst out laughing and said, "Mr. Yang! I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence."

"Mr. Han, good afternoon."

Yang Feng said hello and sat down opposite him without any courtesy.

Han Yunfu looked bold and said, "Mr. Yang is going for a walk with Miss Zhao?"

"We went to the Menqian Market for a walk."

Yang Feng said truthfully.

Han Yunfu nodded and said: "I see. I heard that Mr. Yang played stone gambling there before. I think it should be a place with special memories."

"Yes, but why are you here, Mr. Han?"

Yang Feng looked at the man who just walked out strangely.

When Mr. Han heard this, he said: "It's a wealthy businessman who asked me to accompany him to an auction in Bacheng. He is discussing with me."

"The auction in Bacheng? Mr. Han, you are going too!"

"What, Mr. Yang, are you going?"

Mr. Han was a little surprised, but then he said: "I think so. It is said that many national treasures that have been lost overseas will be auctioned this time. If Mr. Yang goes there, he will definitely contribute to China's cultural undertakings."

The two chatted and talked about some things.

After a while, Han Yunfu suddenly remembered something and asked: "Mr. Yang, I heard that you are going to live broadcast the treasure appraisal?"

"This is true, but how did you know, Mr. Han?"

"How could I not know this? People in the circle have started to spread it, and you are already promoting it, right?"

Han Yunfu laughed and said, "If you need my old man's help then, don't be polite."

"Actually, it's just a hobby in my spare time. I help my friends carry goods by the way. It's not a big deal."

Yang Feng explained.

After hearing this, Han Yunfu said: "I see, but Mr. Yang, you may not be too clear about some of the darkness in the antiques circle, so the old man still has to remind you to be cautious when broadcasting live."

"What Mr. Han means is..."

Yang Feng was a little confused.

Han Yunfu sighed and said, "Mr. Yang may not be aware yet, but your appearance can cause many people to lose their jobs, especially those from other urban circles."

"Is someone going to cause trouble?"

Yang Feng seemed to have guessed something.

Han Yunfu nodded and said helplessly: "If you want to fake it under the camera, it is much easier than in reality, so Mr. Yang, you have to be careful."

"Yes, I will."

"If you encounter people who are connected, you must let them take a closer look to prevent the phenomenon of subcontracting. Secondly, Mr. Yang must be cautious. Some fakes are beyond ordinary people's awareness. I'm afraid someone will be there by then. Let this test you."

Han Yunfu is kind-hearted.

In any case, he has a good relationship with Yang Feng.

Moreover, Yang Feng had helped him identify several times before, so Han Yunfu naturally hoped that nothing would happen to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng nodded, agreed and said: "Yes, I understand."

"Sigh~ Maybe it's because I'm old. Mr. Yang's promotion this time said that he can tell the truth from the false at a glance. In my opinion, this is very difficult. I hope Mr. Yang can go well by then."

Han Yunfu said a few final words, looked at the time, and left here.

Yang Feng watched him leave. After turning his head, he found that Zhao Zhuwei was watching him from the side.

"Hey, what do you mean by Mr. Han's words? Does he know something?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked strangely.

Yang Feng touched his chin and said, "If I guessed correctly, some people may be unhappy with me."