Treasure Appraisal: My eyes can identify all things

In the abandoned workshop of Angel Food Processing Factory, on the second underground floor, there is a spacious office.

Mr. Feng leaned on the leather sofa, calmly picked up the crystal goblet in front of him, and shook it leisurely.

The deep red Romanée-Conti wine was gently shaking in the crystal glass, glowing with gleaming luster under the light.

Mr. Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. The sweet red wine spread and swirled in his mouth.

Mr. Feng instantly showed a contented expression.

After a long time, Mr. Feng slowly put down the crystal cup in his hand, and his eyes fell on the LCD screen in front of him again.

The picture displayed on the screen was none other than the auction scene on the first floor underground.

There is an endless stream of people in the picture, looking carefully around the black sand jade stone.

Everyone's eyes were filled with greed.

The smile on Mr. Feng's lips became even thicker.

Half a month ago, he went to Lao Burma and bought two rough jadeite stones from Laokeng in Houjiang.

A total of nearly 500 million was spent.

When I got it back, I couldn't help but cut a piece. I thought it would make a huge profit!

As a result, I lost even my pants.

Mr. Feng was so regretful that his intestines turned green.

There was only one piece left, and Mr. Feng didn't dare to cut it. However, under the advice of professionals, he still opened a spider window on the top.

Unexpectedly, the imperial green was directly opened, and it depends on whether the planting water is glass or glass.

Mr. Feng was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

Just by opening this window, the value of this black sand jadeite can be doubled.

But Mr. Feng didn't dare to open the window anymore.

If we keep driving, who knows what it’s like inside?

The safest way is to put it up for auction directly!

Just find someone else to take over.

He doesn't expect to make a lot of money from a piece of rough stone, but he also hopes to get a good price, at least to stop the loss in time, so as not to lose all his pants.

Seeing that many people on the screen were interested in his piece of black sand, Mr. Feng's eyes shone with excitement.

Maybe we can get a good price!

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly in a floral shirt knocked on the door and walked in. Behind him was a short man with dark skin but a body full of tendons.

Mr. Feng glanced at the visitor and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

If Jiang Cheng were here now, he would immediately recognize that these two people are none other than the management staff at the opening of the black boxing fight just now, and Hong Kun, who was playing the black boxing game just now.

Mr. Feng's eyes lit up for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Not bad, not bad! Kun Kun, you have worked hard. The last flying knee just now is indeed the essence of Muay Thai! It was so cruel, Mr. San, I have opened my eyes. !”

Mr. Feng immediately took out a checkbook from a drawer on the coffee table, tore off a piece, took out a pen, wrote the figure of three million on it, and handed it to Kun Kun.

He smiled and said: "Hang Kun, to be honest, with your skills, it's better to stay and fight in the black boxing world! As long as we cooperate well, will you still worry about money? I, Feng San, will certainly not treat you badly!"

To be honest, Feng San really likes this punch Kun, and he is definitely a master of black boxing.

He is from Burma and practices Muay Thai. His strength is incredible and his ability to fight is absolutely top-notch.

It doesn't matter whether he kills the opponent with one strike or takes passive beatings all the time.

This is a powerful tool to combat match-fixing!

What a pure money tree!

Hongkun took the check handed over by Feng San, glanced at the amount on it, and put it in his pocket.

He smiled at Feng San and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng San, I took a life in the country of Burma. After all, the country of Long is not a place where I can stay for a long time. I have to go back to the country to deal with my own lawsuit!"

Seeing that Kang Kun had made up his mind, Master Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Okay! Since you want to return to China, I won't force you to stay. If you want to cooperate with me again in the future, I, Feng San, welcome you at any time. Aaron, give me a gift!"

Hongkun clasped his hands together, lowered his head and bowed in salute.

Turned around and left the office.

It wasn't until the office door was closed that Zhou Long sat down on the sofa in front of Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes and took a sip of red wine: "Aaron, how are you? How many leeks did you cut this time?"

Zhou Long grinned, showing two rows of big yellow teeth, and couldn't help feeling proud.

"Third Master, thanks to your blessing, this time, no more, no less, I earned exactly 165.83 million!"

The smile on Mr. Feng's lips became even thicker: "Not bad, not bad. Once in a while, I fake a match and I can make back all my previous losses!"

Zhou Long frowned and said, "But, Third Master, I found something is wrong with someone!"

Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Something's wrong? Why is something wrong?"

Zhou Long picked up the remote control on the coffee table and pressed the screen twice. The screen immediately shifted to the center of the auction table.

Zhou Long then pointed at a tall man standing next to the display stand wearing a green-faced and fanged devil mask.

"Third Master, this is the guy. The first round of the boxing match came, and he spent 20 million on Kun Kun as soon as he arrived! He made 30 million in one fell swoop, it's really weird!"

"Twenty million? That's a lot of money!" Mr. Feng's expression instantly became a little shocked, and then he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the man wearing the devil mask in the picture, and fell into deep thought.

Based on the situation at the scene, even if you buy Hongkun, it is unlikely to cost 20 million!

This person is either a fool with a lot of money, or an absolute gambler who wants high odds!

He only made a total of more than 160 million from a fake game as a banker.

This man made thirty million by himself.

Not simple!

"It's quite interesting! Aaron will pay special attention to me!"

"Yes!" Zhou Long nodded, then bit his lip and asked, "Third Master, how much do you think we can get from this rough stone in the end?"

Mr. Feng pinched his brows and sighed: "It's hard to say! If you're lucky, 400 to 500 million won't be a problem. If you're unlucky, maybe the first round will be rejected!"

Although this rough stone is of good quality, it is definitely a hot potato for Feng San.

Who knows what’s inside!

the other side.

After Murong Xue and Huang Chengye discussed it, they prepared to step down to verify their capital and participate in the auction of raw jade stones.

As a result, they happened to see Chu Yanran and Jiang Cheng studying the original stone.

Although they were wearing masks, Murong Xue and Huang Chengye recognized them at a glance.

"Jiang...Jiang Cheng, are you here too?" Murong Xue looked at Jiang Cheng with complicated eyes, feeling extremely irritated.

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, just nodded.

Murong Xue saw Chu Yanran next to Jiang Cheng again, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes.

If her parents hadn't been greedy and broke up with Jiang Cheng for the piece of imperial green, she and Jiang Cheng would have reached an in-depth cooperation by now. How could it be Chu Yanran's turn to pick up the slack?

When she sees Chu Yanran now, her teeth itch with hatred.

Chu Yanran naturally saw the hatred in Murong Xue's eyes, and the playfulness in her eyes became even stronger.

Huang Chengye had long been dissatisfied with Jiang Cheng, but now he saw the way Murong Xue looked at Jiang Cheng, and felt a little disgusted in his heart.

He said angrily: "Jiang, why don't you also want to bid for this piece of imperial green material? Haha! Do you have the strength?"

Jiang Cheng sneered in his heart, no dog wants this iron dragon!

Could it be that Huang Chengye wanted to take a picture?

The picture is so miserable that I dare not look at it!

Then he smiled faintly: "Don't you know whether I have the strength, Mr. Huang? By the way, you lost 100 million from me last time, when will you give it to me? I've been waiting for a long time!"

As soon as these words came out, Huang Chengye stuttered and his eyes flashed.

His expression was obviously guilty.

He touched his nose and pretended to be stupid: "One...one hundred million, what one hundred million? Why didn't I know?"

Jiang Cheng smiled coldly: "Haha! It seems that the Huang family in Qingzhou are all people who don't keep their word! The quality of this rich man is really high!"

"You..." Huang Chengye was deliberately reneging on his debt, and was deliberately ridiculed by Jiang Cheng. His face turned red with anger, but he couldn't refute, and his head swelled several times with frustration.

When he heard the words "rich people have high quality", even Murong Xue beside him blushed with embarrassment.

How could she not hear that Jiang Cheng was not only mocking Huang Chengye, but more importantly, he was mocking her for the Murong family's perfidy!

Huang Chengye saw that Murong Xue looked wrong, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Xiaoxue, stop talking nonsense with this person, let's go quickly to verify the capital and participate in the bidding for this piece of imperial green!"

Then Huang Chengye narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully at Jiang Cheng: "Some people may want to bid, but they don't have the guts! The bidding starts at 300 million. Do you dare to bet on a stinky driver like you who made a little money by relying on luck? I It seems that you might as well hang on to the few hundred million you have finally earned and wait to die. The upper circles of Qingzhou City are not something a stinky loser like you can enter casually."

Jiang Cheng smiled coldly: "It's not easy to earn several hundred million? Mr. Huang, have you ever earned 700 million in your life? People who can't even afford to lose 100 million are talking about the upper class. If the upper class in Qingzhou are all like Huang For such a shameless person like you, I, Jiang Cheng, don’t have access to this upper-class circle! As I said before, your Qingzhou Huang family is just like that!"

"You..." Huang Chengye's face turned green with anger.