Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 193
Qin Fei took the thing in his hand and looked at it, and he had an idea.

Seeing that Qin Fei didn't say anything after reading it, Tan Ruohai thought it was impossible to fix it, and felt uncomfortable, so he took the things from Qin Fei's hand and looked at it over and over again.

Qin Fei looked at Wen Ziming with a bad expression. Just as he was about to speak, there were footsteps at the door and a greeting: "Brother Wen, I'm late."

The voice was somewhat familiar. When Qin Fei turned his head, he saw Yu Chengjun coming in from the outside with a girl beside him.

Yu Chengjun also saw Qin Fei, and subconsciously gritted his teeth.

Qin Fei sneered in his heart, Yu Chengjun was a bit interesting, originally he met him by chance.

It's just that he made things difficult for Tan Fei when he fought for Chu Hongzhang, but he didn't get any favors once, and that's why his father, Yu Ziqian, came forward to do the deduction himself, but he was beaten by Qin Fei again. With a face, this time Liang Zi is afraid to be settled.

Meeting Yu Chengjun here was somewhat beyond Tan Fei's expectation.

But it is not difficult to understand that Yucheng is only a small place, and there are even fewer people who become famous. It is normal for these people to know each other.

Thinking of this, Qin Fei didn't hesitate, his gaze just paused and then swept away.

The girl next to Yu Chengjun suddenly tightened her nose: "Didn't you smell a special fragrance?"

After the girl finished speaking, she got a warning look from Yu Chengjun.

The girl immediately fell silent, forgetting what the occasion was.

This was just an episode, Yu Chengjun squinted his eyes, shifted his eyes from Qin Fei to Tan Ruohai who was still focused on the gold inlaid jade in his hand, pursed his lips, and found a place to sit down.

Qin Fei turned to look at Wen Ziming: "What kind of gambling method?"

Wen Ziming crossed his legs, moved the cigar away from his mouth, vomited out his eyes, then pointed to a lighted exhibition hall next to him and said with a smile: "This was ordered by a Chongqing merchant at the Nancheng Antique Market not long ago. The antiquities just arrived in Yucheng today and are temporarily stored in my storage room."

"I haven't seen it yet, so I don't know the value of these antiques just like you. I can only identify them on the spot with my eyesight."

"Let's continue with the gambling method I mentioned last time. Within the specified time, we will see who can get the antique with the highest total value, but the time should not be so long. Let's choose three pieces each."

When Wen Ziming bets with Qin Fei now, the outcome is not determined by a single item.

Qin Fei understood that this was because Wen Ziming always believed that Qin Fei's "winning" was always related to luck.

In this way, if the number of bets is increased, the possibility of winning by luck will be small in terms of probability.

Qin Fei didn't mind either, since he had already come, he definitely had to gamble, he looked at Wen Ziming: "How do you decide whether you win or lose?"

Wen Ziming put out the cigar in his hand and put it in the ashtray: "500 million lottery. If you lose, just give me 500 million. If you win, I will give you 500 million. In addition, I will give you this gold inlaid jade Give it to the old man."

Tan Ruohai's face turned blue from nervousness.

Why would you give him something worth 50 yuan?
But for a while, he didn't know how to answer the conversation, because he had already broken this thing, and it didn't seem right to go back.

Qin Fei glanced at Wen Ziming's living room, and then stared at Wen Ziming with a smile: "Didn't Master Wen just say that this gold inlaid jade is for my father to play with? How did it become a lottery again. "

Wen Ziming coughed in embarrassment: "I'm talking too much, no matter who wins or loses, this gold inlaid jade will be given to uncle."

Qin Fei smiled lightly as a reply, and then said: "The rules of winning and losing are set by Lord Wen every time, which seems to be against the rules."

This Wen Ziming has been asking him to bet for various reasons since he met him.

As an expert in the antique circle, Qin Fei can understand.

But this time, in order to force himself to gamble, Tan Ruohai was counted into it, and Tan Fei became angry, so he would not admit to being led by the nose by Wen Ziming.

Qin Fei's words were somewhat beyond Wen Ziming's expectations. He was stunned for a moment before asking, "What about you? What are you betting on?"

Yu Chengjun looked at Qin Fei and sneered: "It's different for ordinary citizens who are poor and rich. They used to struggle to eat, but now they don't even value 500 million? It's not because there is a master named Zhuo. It's just that It's a pity, that thick leg is not here today, I advise you to see the situation clearly."

Any father would feel uncomfortable hearing someone say that about his son. Tan Ruohai looked at Yu Chengjun and said, "It's not that Xiao Fei doesn't like 500 million, nor does he only rely on his master."

But apart from such a weak sentence, Tan Ruohai, who was not good at talking, really didn't know how to refute it.

Yu Chengjun looked at Tan Ruohai and smiled copiously, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Don't worry, it will be clear with his master in a while."

Qin Fei didn't bother to pay attention to Yu Chengjun, and only looked at Wen Ziming: "If I lose, I will give you 1000 million. If I win, I will use this 1000 million to collect your tribute from the King of Siam, Mingwai Fan, Hedinghong." .”

While talking, Qin Fei raised his finger and pointed to an ancient object on the bookshelf directly in front of him.

Following Qin Fei's words, it was the 1000 million check that Chu Hongzhang was listening to Yu Zhai lost to Qin Fei today.

Qin Fei has never been a bluffing character.

Now his financial ability is much better than before, but 500 million is still a big amount for him, let alone 1000 million.

Normally, even if someone provoked him, Qin Fei would never make such a big bet rashly.

But he couldn't see his father being looked down upon like this.

When Wen Ziming heard this, his eyes just paused. Before he spoke, the girl who came in with Yu Chengjun opened her almond-eyed eyes in surprise: "Brother Jun, didn't you say that the crane-topped red is the most beautiful girl in Master Wen's storage room?" Are there any valuables?"

"How much did you say it was?" The girl raised her hand to support her chin and thought for a moment. Before Cheng Jun could answer, she continued: "5000 million, yes, as Mr. Wen said, that's the hornbill." Skull carving."

The girl didn't hear the answer, so she put her arms around Yu Chengjun's neck with one arm, and looked down into Yu Chengjun's eyes: "Is Qin Fei going to spend 1000 million to buy Wen Ge's 5000 million things?"

Yu Chengjun scolded him coldly, then curled his lips: "Baby, you heard me clearly, that's under the premise that Tan Fei can win."

Then he added: "Could it be that you think he can win?"

The girl suddenly realized, she smiled coquettishly and glanced at Qin Fei: "Then he gambled a bit big, 1000 million is probably not a small sum for him."

Yu Chengjun mocked unabashedly: "Pretend to be struck by lightning, you always have to learn some lessons before he learns how to behave with his tail between his legs."

Of course Tan Ruohai knew that this was not a good thing to say, but he didn't want Qin Fei to lose so much money because of him.

He pressed his hand: "Xiao Fei, be obedient, let's not gamble."

Yu Chengjun laughed even more recklessly: "Little citizen."

Tan Fei looked at Tan Ruohai: "Dad, believe me."

Although Tan Ruohai's heart skipped a beat when he heard "1000 million", it showed that Tan Fei was calm and composed, and of course he was willing to believe his son.

There is only one thing, he really can't say a word of support, and if he doesn't try his best to stop it, it will be his greatest improvement.

At this time, Wen Ziming also regained his composure, and replied, "It's up to you."

If it was something else, Wen Ziming might not be so hesitant. Then the tribute to the king of Siam in Ming Dynasty is not a matter of value. It is expensive because it is unique.

Like ivory and rhinoceros horn, it is prohibited from trading and is impossible to see on the market.

(End of this chapter)