Crossing the Future Maker

Thinking of this, Feng Yan sighed softly, the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc.

Sure enough, the so-called loyalty is only because there are not enough bargaining chips for betrayal. This sentence is applicable no matter which world it is in.

In his previous life, he was born in a family of antiques, and his counterfeiting skills are top-notch. The works in his hands can be confused with the real ones, and even in the current generation, it is difficult for everyone to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

He is the most valued junior in the family, and the antique calligraphy and paintings that flow out of his hands are priceless.

He's a cash cow.

He thought that with his own ability, the family would never give up on him no matter what, but it turned out that there was no greater benefit.

If you walk too much at night, you will always run into ghosts.

He did not die at the hands of outsiders, but died in a murder by his own family.

A batch of fake bronze wares.

A mystery buyer.

When he received the order, he had doubts. His rule was to only produce two counterfeit products a year at most.

However, there are 23 bronze wares on this order.

Feng Yan originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but his uncle had already reached an agreement with the buyer, and he was moved with emotion and reason, and finally even cried and begged his grandfather, what else could Feng Yan do? Looking at the face of the Buddha, we can only accept it.

However, he made it clear when the goods were shipped that these bronze wares were all fakes.

He likes to make fakes, it's his hobby, and he makes money out of them without cheating his customers.

Unexpectedly, a month later, these fakes appeared at the state banquet.

Feng Yan was shocked and angry, and then...

No then!

In order to keep the fakes a secret, and to make these 23 bronzes a real national treasure, he died.

Then he crossed.

In his eyes, the eldest uncle is a fool with high eyesight and low abilities.

However, it was this idiot who actually murdered his life.

I don't know if my grandfather knew about this matter.

Feng Yan laughed at himself, it turned out that his value was only so small.

To be honest, he didn't have much nostalgia for his previous life. When he was three years old, his father had a plane crash. When he was five years old, his mother remarried and went abroad. He grew up beside his grandfather. This honor made him loved by his brothers and sisters. They were isolated and made things difficult for them, which made him have no friends, no playmates, and no one to talk to him since he was a child.As long as anyone who came into contact with him, a few cousins, would definitely find trouble, and as time passed, he got used to being alone.

In the eyes of others, they can only see the benefits of being by his grandfather's side, but they don't think that he is just a child without a father and a mother.

As an orphan without father and mother, one can imagine his life in the big family.Although the grandfather still loves him, but the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, so where can the grandfather be biased, and the grandfather is busy with things, so he can't take care of him.

It wasn't until he was 15 years old that his talent for imitating antiques was discovered that his grandfather really paid attention to him.

It's a pity that no matter how important he is, he is still an abandoned child with no support.Otherwise, how could the uncle dare to plot against him so easily.

Feng Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows were full of coldness.

His grandfather's support, his family's valuing, and his pivotal position in the antique world made him forget that, in fact, he was just an orphan with no father or mother, and no one to avenge after death.

To put it bluntly, he is single and weak, and he has good skills, but he has no ability to protect himself.

Feng Yan learned a lot from this lesson, blame him for always only focusing on academics and dislikes fighting for power and gain, without his own power in his hands, without the protection of his family, he is an ant that can be crushed to death.

Now that things were going on, he still couldn't figure out what his uncle's plan was.

With 23 pieces of bronze wares in the Feng family, their reputation will surely rise to a higher level. It would be no pity to get rid of this obtrusive thing. The uncle must have thought it through before doing it. No matter how angry the grandfather is, a dead grandson Compared with a living son, it is self-evident which one he will choose. After all, the dead are not as important as the living.

Feng Yan sneered, the uncle really had a good plan.

It's just that he always likes to stay behind when doing things. Because of the suspicion in his heart, he left a word "Yan" on all the imitated antiques.

Feng Yan is looking forward to it. After this incident is discovered, what will happen to the uncle? It is not a joke to deceive the country. Even if the grandfather comes forward at that time, there is probably nothing he can do. No one can save him. When the top falls to the bottom, the uncle will become the head of all criticism and everyone will hate him.

Knowing that they will end badly in the future, Feng Yan is relieved.

The past and the past are like clouds and smoke, and all kinds of complicated thoughts turn into a sigh after all.

Feng Yan took a deep breath, the past is over, he repaid the kindness of his grandfather in his previous life, and he calculated all the vengeance of his uncle's killing, he didn't leave any regrets, why bother to mention the past... ...

Speaking of it, he really didn't have the fate of his parents. In his previous life, his father died early, and his mother remarried. In this life, having parents is the same as not having parents. He is not as good as an orphan.

At least, the orphan doesn't have to face the calculations of his stepmother.

"Beep beep..."

A mechanical sound sounded, Feng Yan was startled, and looked down.

The communicator on the wrist flashed Qin Nan's words.

Feng Yan checked his memory and clicked the connect button.

A red-haired boy appeared in his line of sight and shouted anxiously: "Hey, Xiao Yanzi, where have you been these days, why can't I get in touch, and Ai Weier also said that he couldn't find you, what will you do the day after tomorrow?" going or not?"

Feng Yan was startled, and then remembered that the original owner had made an appointment with someone to go to Sailuo's trading market the day after tomorrow.

Floating Star is a third-level planet with an area about the size of two Earths. Selo is the main city of Floating Star, and it is also a temporary route stop. Many mercenaries like to replenish supplies here, and store them by the way. Although the original owner was admitted to God Capital University, the subject he applied for was the very unpopular archeology department. He also wanted to try his luck when he went to Sailuo Bazaar to see if he could find any good goods.

However, in general, this is not possible.

There are really antiques, how can it be his turn.

Feng Yan was worried that he couldn't understand the world, so Qin Nan sent a pillow, and he nodded quickly: "Of course, you can call me the day after tomorrow."

Qin Nan hesitated for a moment: "Your complexion is not good, is it because you are not feeling well, or should we go next time?"

Feng Yan's face was slightly cold, and a stern light flashed in his eyes: "I'm getting a hormone injection."

Qin Nan's eyes widened. Immediately afterwards, a blush rose on his cheeks, and he shyly said, "You...you figured it out."

Feng Yan gave him an angry look: "I was given hormone injections at home."

"What? You are dying, why don't you go to the hospital? Aiweier...wrong..." Qin Nan quickly reflected, shocked: "I contacted him the day before yesterday, Aiweier said Can not find you."

Feng Yan looked indifferent: "Of course he couldn't find me, it was the hormone injection he and Leiha gave me."

Qin Nan was so angry that he jumped up and down: "I knew that kid is not a good guy, but you still trust him so much, nerd, nerd, you are so mad at me."

Feng Yan curled his lips, the matter is a foregone conclusion, he never thinks about these useless things, he is just very curious about what the archeology department in this world looks like, speaking of it, this is still his old profession.

"You wait, I will come to you in a moment."

"Don't..." Feng Yan hastily stopped him: "Don't come here, they don't know I'm awake yet."

Qin Nan asked with a sullen face, "What are your plans?"

The corners of Feng Yan's mouth were turned up, and the beautiful eyes shone brightly, flashing a faint smile: "I don't have any plans, I just want to treat him in the same way."

"What, what, speak slowly, I don't understand what you say or what you say." Qin Nan was dizzy, his eyes were fixed on Feng Yan, his little heart was thumping non-stop, he always felt small Yanzi seemed to become more attractive, could it be because of the hormone injection?

Feng Yan smiled lightly, and suddenly he felt better, and explained: "We treat the person in the same way as the person, which means that for the wicked, we must use the method of the wicked to punish them."

"Okay, okay, don't mess with me, your head is getting bigger, are all the students in your archeology department like this? It's so troublesome!"

Feng Yan turned his head to the side and smiled slowly. He still valued the rare friend of the original owner.

Having suffered the loss of being weak once, in this life, Feng Yan decided that he must build his own team, and Qin Nan is a very good candidate.

Hang up the communicator, the sky has already darkened.

Feng Yan lay on the bed bored in every possible way, and began to think in his heart how the original owner's hatred of killing a life should be revenged to get rid of the hatred.

In my memory, although the original owner was not taken seriously, the Feng family never treated badly the money that should be spent, and when the original owner's father divorced his father, he also left him a lot of property.

It's a pity that Lei Ha is now in charge of all those properties. The reason is that the original owner was too young and needed an agent. Lei Ha is the housekeeper sent by his father, so naturally he will take over all of them.

Feng Yan curled his lips, opened the optical brain and took a look, and was speechless for a while.

If you ask him, the original owner is also a fool.

The original owner was a physical waste, and he didn't need to buy mechas. So much money disappeared, and he didn't have the slightest doubt. It's hard to know what to say.

Feng Yan was so angry that his stomach hurt. In fact, as long as he thought about it deeply, it was not without warning that Lei Ha and his son would betray.

There are distinct levels in this world, and people from a third-level planet who want to leave this place not only need financial proof, but also have to go through many approvals. Only after passing the qualification can they obtain this qualification.Just like going abroad in modern society, if you want to settle in country m, you must obtain a green card, and if you want to go to other countries, you must apply for a passport. In addition, the only way is to go to university.

It is precisely because of this that Leiha and his son chose to betray. They were originally servants of the Feng family, but they were exiled to a third-class planet with a useless master. Planet, even if some people struggle for a lifetime, they may not be able to leave this place.

What should the father and son do with the former chief examiner of God Capital Academy?The third lady threw an olive branch, not only arranged for Aiweier's studies, but also gave him a high-grade gene liquid, which was almost an irresistible temptation for Leiha, and they chose to betray without any suspense.

But why didn't they think about it, although the original owner lived in Fuguangxing, his household registration belonged to the Feng family of the imperial capital, so how could he abandon them when he left based on the relationship between the original owner and their father and son.