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

Yang Feng turned around, thought for a while and said, "I heard that there is a famous iron tower here. Let's go back and have a look."

"Okay, after we get off the plane and find a place to live, we will go for a walk near the tower."

Zhao Guofeng said, and then he was still a little cautious and reminded: "But Xiaofeng, we are going abroad after all, and it is not as good as at home. Many customs and laws are different, and we don't know many people. Then we will still be It’s better to avoid getting into trouble.”

"I know, I don't know anyone in France."

Yang Feng answered casually.

While the two were talking, Qiu Yuexiang thought of something and said, "By the way, Lao Zhao, didn't you know that Lewis before? Do you want to go to his place then?"

"Hey, Louis is a big local family, how can I go there easily? It's not good to disturb others."

Zhao Guofeng waved his hand and refused.

While several people were talking, Yang Feng slowly fell asleep on the plane.

Europe is a very far away place.

It takes twelve hours to fly from Jiangcheng to Bacheng.

Fortunately, there is a jet lag.

So when they arrived at Bacheng Airport, it happened to be local time, around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Bacheng Airport.

exit.

Zhao Guofeng and his party walked out of it.

At this time, Qiu Yuexiang had already arranged hotels for several people.

Just when she was about to show off her grand ambitions, she suddenly found a line of black cars waiting at the exit.

They seem to be blocking here on purpose.

Zhao Guofeng was a little stunned and said strangely: "This is..."

"Could it be that some big shot is about to get off the plane? We just happened to bump into it?"

Zhao Zhuwei also felt strange.

As soon as she saw this formation, she knew that someone must be welcoming some big shot.

"I think we should go from the front, so as not to block other people's way."

Qiu Yuexiang was a little tired at this time and just wanted to go to the hotel to rest quickly.

But just when a few people were about to get around.

A blond man with blue eyes stepped out of the car and stood in front of them.

The man spoke in very poor Chinese dialect: "Just a moment, everyone, our Marquis will be here soon."

"Marquis?!"

When Zhao Guofeng heard this, he was immediately surprised.

Qiu Yuexiang also felt something was wrong at this time.

Zhao Zhuwei saw the two of them surprised and said a little strangely: "Mom, Dad, what's wrong?"

"Hey, this girl told you the last time you came here. In the local big families, the title represents status. Anyone who can reach the rank of Marquis must be a very important figure in the family."

Qiu Yuexiang scolded, then looked at Zhao Guofeng and asked: "Old Zhao, is it really Lewis's person?"

"I don't know, Louis didn't tell me."

Zhao Guofeng was also confused.

Yang Feng saw that the two of them were puzzled, but he was guessing something.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away, saying excitedly: "Mr. Yang!"

This sound made several people look in that direction.

Zhao Guofeng is a person who often watches the news. When he saw the man in front of him, he immediately exclaimed: "He is Gerald Birrell?!"

He recognized the person in front of him immediately.

Isn't he the very high-profile rich man who invests all over the world and is often in magazines?

Zhao Zhuwei and Qiu Yuexiang were also a little strange and didn't know what was going on.

Only Yang Feng was speechless, rolled his eyes and said, "I knew it was you."

"Haha, Mr. Yang has come all the way. If I hadn't had a friend from Jiangcheng suddenly tell me, I wouldn't have known about it, so I hurriedly asked someone to come over to greet him."

Birrell laughed.

After he did business with Yang Feng before, he has always been familiar with Yang Feng.

Moreover, Yang Feng also gave him a talisman at a low price.

The price of the amulet at the back is as high as several hundred million.

Now that Birrell saw Yang Feng again, he was extremely cordial.

But Zhao Guofeng and others were a little confused at this time.

Didn't Yang Feng say it was his first time going abroad?

How could he know the young master of the Biler family? And judging from the tone of their voices, they should be very familiar with each other.

Yang Feng had no choice but to introduce to Birrell: "This is my friend, uncle and aunt, they..."

"I know this is Mr. Zhao. He is very famous in Jiangcheng."

Birrell chuckled.

After Zhao Guofeng recovered from the shock, he finally remembered to shake hands politely and said, "Hello, Marquis Birrell..."

"Just call me by my name. Yang Feng and I are friends. Since you two are his elders, you are naturally also my elders. Isn't this a rule of you Chinese people?"

Birrell is very good at talking.

It's just that he was so humble, which made Zhao Guofeng even more confused.

The assets of the Birrell family may be hundreds of billions or even trillions.

Their family members are very loose, so ordinary people may not know that the Birrell family is behind many companies.

But Zhao Guofeng knew that this family was a giant.

But he was so humble, and I wasn't used to it.

"Xiao Feng, this..."

Zhao Guofeng didn't know what to say for a while.

Even though he was busy in shopping malls, he never expected to encounter such a situation when he first came to Bacheng.

He had never been received like this before.

Before Yang Feng had time to speak, Birrell said first: "I think since you are here, why not go to our manor to stay first. It's getting late, so you can have a good rest then."

He took the initiative to invite, and seemed to be worried that Yang Feng would refuse.

Zhao Zhuwei also looked at Yang Feng at this time, waiting for his opinion.

Yang Feng knew that the atmosphere had already been heightened to this point, and if he still refused, it would be too embarrassing.

"Then we'll interrupt."

Yang Feng agreed.

Biller laughed suddenly and said: "Hahaha, okay, okay, get in the car first."

He generously led several people into the car.

Birrell drove the car himself.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei sat in the back.

Zhao Guofeng and his wife left first in the car in front.

Yang Feng looked at such a battle and said helplessly: "Actually, if you really want to pick me up, just drive a car yourself. I'm not used to such a posture."

"Haha, life is all about having fun anyway. If we don't allow so many people to come, I'm afraid Mr. Yang will refuse."

Birrell speaks directly.

Yang Feng shook his head, looked outside, and said, "Is your manor far from here?"

"It's not far. It should be more than half an hour's drive away. You should be attending the Bacheng auction this time, right? It will be held tomorrow morning."

Birrell said, "We can go together then. In fact, the family also hopes that I can go to the auction this time."

In such a grand auction, there will naturally be antiques with aura.

So it makes sense for Birrell to go.

Zhao Zhuwei was not used to it, so she pulled Yang Feng's sleeve and whispered: "Are you familiar with him?"