Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 87
Shen Yunfeng looked at the pretentious Zhao Yuming, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Sensing Xu Wanzhou's gesture beside him, he nodded slightly.

The mysterious streamer in the body has already absorbed all the quaint spiritual energy on the genuine antiques at the scene, so there is no need to stay here any longer.

Now that Zhao Yuming has found a way for himself, let's go along with the flow.

Before the annual competition, it is better to have fewer powerful enemies.

"Mr. Zhao is serious," Shen Yunfeng said with a slow smile, "I heard from Wanzhou before I came here that the Zhao family has a huge business, and you are the eldest son of the family, so of course your main focus is on the family business. As for antiques, you should also be interested in tickets." Be more interested."

"It is not easy to find this bronze tripod from the Western Han Dynasty."

After speaking, he nodded to Zhao Yuming, took Xu Wanzhou's arm, and walked out of the banquet hall of Haojue Hotel calmly.

Behind him, Zhao Yuming had a dumbfounding expression on his face, watching Shen Yunfeng holding Xu Wanzhou's arm and walking towards the parking lot, his fists were clenched tightly together involuntarily.

There was a layer of extremely cold breath in the bottom of the eyes.

The banquet hall seemed a little empty at the moment, and the guests left quickly after Shen Yunfeng and Xu Wanzhou left.

More than a dozen antiques had already been boxed and taken away, and the hotel manager led several people to clean up the scene.

In a box on the second floor of the Haojue Hotel, Zhao Yuliang and several men in fancy clothes sat around Zhao Yuming.

The air, rather dull.

Zhao Yuming was leaning on the sofa, smoking slowly, watching the curling smoke with hollow eyes.

The few men in Chinese clothes who stayed behind also had profound backgrounds, drinking dull wine one after another.

Before Zhao Yuming spoke, no one dared to speak, including Zhao Yuliang.

After a while, Zhao Yuming got up, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and rubbed it vigorously.

"Yuliang, what did Dean Zheng say?"

he asked without raising his head.

"Brother, it's just a little problem." Zhao Yuliang immediately handed over a glass of red wine.

"I'm asking you, what did Zheng Jianguo say." Zhao Yuming looked up at Zhao Yuliang.

There was a coldness in his eyes.

Zhao Yuliang shivered, squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, Dean Zheng told me that there is no major problem, the bones are all connected, and you can leave the hospital with a plaster cast."

Zhao Yuming withdrew his gaze and stared at the wine glass in front of him.

"Give some more money, and let the two of them not go out for a few days, and rest in peace."

Zhao Yuming's voice was weak.

Now, in the private room, Zhao Yuliang is his cousin, and the others have a very good relationship, so he doesn't want to continue acting.

"Tell Sun Houzi, don't make up your own mind." Zhao Yuming picked up the wine glass and touched several men in Chinese clothes, "If Xu Wanzhou is provoked, he should know what the consequences will be."

Zhao Yuliang gave a "hmm" and poured red wine into Zhao Yuming's cup.

"Young Master Ming, of course Xu Wanzhou can't move," said a slightly fatter man, "That Shen Yunfeng, can't move either?"

Zhao Yuliang and other men in fancy clothes looked at Zhao Yuming, waiting for him to express his opinion.

"Hanzhong has a population of nearly ten million." Zhao Yuming took a sip of wine and looked at the flashing rear-projection TV in front of him. "If you want."

"Young Master Ming, I understand what you mean," the slightly fatter man answered, "It's not difficult to make Shen Yunfeng disappear. It's a trivial matter for a little million to sell his head."

Zhao Yuming turned his head to look at the man who spoke.

The corner of Zhao Yuliang's mouth twitched a few times, and together with the others, he looked at the slightly fatter man in shock.

"Ming Shao, brothers, what did I say wrong?" The slightly fat man asked with a smile.

"Zhou Meng, I suddenly realized that my brother's circle is a bit small," Zhao Yuming took the initiative to clink glasses with him, "Starting tomorrow, you don't have to follow me anymore."

"Ming Shao, what did I do wrong?" The slightly fat man stood in front of Zhao Yuming in a panic and begged, "I have been following you since I came out of school. It has been three years. You are If you want to drive me away, you have to let me know where I went wrong."

"Zhou Meng, you must not touch the matter of killing people and stealing goods." Zhao Yuming raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down. "You must not do the matter of hiring murderers to kill people."

"In a harmonious society, do business according to your duties, earn money honestly, isn't it delicious?"

Zhao Yuming took a deep breath, and said earnestly to others: "Our roots are in Hanzhong, and our business is also in Hanzhong. How can we add chaos to the place?"

Several men in Chinese clothes nodded, expressing their agreement with Zhao Yuming's words.

"However, this kid is really hateful," Zhao Yuming changed the subject, "If I don't teach him a lesson, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"Young Master Ming, I'll take care of this." One of the men in Chinese clothes said with a smile, "He's humiliated Yang and Zhou this time, and they certainly won't be able to swallow it. I can go through them to Give Shen Yunfeng some eye drops."

Zhao Yuming looked at him slightly sideways.

"I know Yang Anran's son, he is a local ruffian," the man in the Chinese suit said firmly, "If I tell him that his own father was rubbed on the ground, what will happen, I don't need to describe it. hey-hey"

In the box, there was the sound of clinking glasses.

With a cool breeze and bright stars, a red Ferrari gallops along the almost empty city streets.

With a relaxed face, Shen Yunfeng leaned on the comfortable seat and kept looking out of the window.He found that the scenery of Hanzhong at night has a special flavor.

Xu Wanzhou smiled pretty, while looking at the road conditions, she glanced at Shen Yunfeng's face from time to time.

Her action actually started when Ferrari jumped out of the parking lot of the Haojue Hotel.

How could Shen Yunfeng not notice it, but Xu Wanzhou didn't speak, and he didn't bother to speak.

Tonight's banquet, if it wasn't for the mysterious streamer in his body, he felt that it didn't seem to have much meaning.

The red car turned onto the street leading to the Xu Family Courtyard. Xu Wanzhou lowered the car window on his side, and the cool breeze blew his long hair.

Shen Yunfeng turned his head to look at Xu Wanzhou, feeling astonished, and his heart fluttered slightly.

There was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Yunfeng, you are hiding very deeply!" Xu Wanzhou let off the gas pedal, and the car slowly stopped at the intersection.

On the street, except for the eye-catching red light, there is no one.

"No way, it's all to make a living." Shen Yunfeng rubbed his eyes to hide the expression that he had been staring at Xu Wanzhou just now.

"Don't be modest," Xu Wanzhou brushed her hair, "You didn't pay attention to it, the faces of Yang Anran and Zhou are sallow, it's hard to tell if they can sleep tonight."

"As for that Zhao Yuming, hmph, I've long since disliked his self-proclaimed genius of appreciating treasures and his arrogant manner. I called you here tonight. It seems that I have found the right person."

(End of this chapter)