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Chapter 80 The Knife Is Fake

Zhou Ningxue had seen this knife before in the antique market, but she was busy competing with Sister Rong at that time, so she really didn't pay attention to these details.

Now, when Qin Fei revealed the origin of this knife, she remembered something.

After exclaiming that, Zhou Ningxue was a little excited. She stood up and looked at old man Yu: "Grandpa Yu, isn't the wild goose feather knife just what you are looking for?"

Mr. Yu also held his breath at the moment when the knife came out.

At his age, playing antiques is not all about money, but more about fame.

The Yan Yu Saber, which was praised as "loyalty, righteousness, and glory with the sun and the moon", was exactly what he was looking for.

It's just that, on such an occasion today, it's not suitable for him to say such things.

Zhou Ningxue didn't care what Mr. Zhou's doubts were, and continued: "Grandpa Yu, you forgot, last time, in Grandpa's study, there were Grandpa Ning, Grandpa Zhuo, and many uncles. You said that if you can collect Yu Qianyan Yudao, who can best prove the word "strong" in this world, you will die without regret!"

"..."

Not only grandpa, but also uncle, in fact, Chu Hongzhang was also there that day.

Now that the words have come to this point, Mr. Yu had no choice but to nod and said: "Indeed."

"That's why Brother Qin Fei won!" Zhou Ningxue slapped a small hand on the table as soon as Mr. Yu finished speaking.

The young man who came with the old man had bulging veins on his forehead, and clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't say anything, he only pressed the corners of his lips tightly, his face was ashen.

Qin Fei didn't speak, but locked Chu Hongzhang lightly.

Even if Chu Hongzhang didn't want to admit it anymore, it was an established fact. His identity didn't allow him to deny it in public, and his disgust was only fleeting. He laughed loudly: "I'm willing to bet and admit defeat."

Then, with a wave of his hand, someone presented the ambergris.

Qin Fei looked at the ambergris that could save his father's life, and his heart jumped violently, but he didn't show it on his face, because he saw that Chu Hongzhang didn't mean to hand the ambergris to him, but Holding it in the palm of my hand.

Then Chu Hongzhang said: "According to the bet, I will not buy or sell any antiques within three months, and this piece of ambergris is also yours. There is only one thing, there is a bit of luck in your winning this time. Dare to bet with me again in a few days?"

Losing to Qin Fei in front of Zhou Ningxue was even more difficult for Chu Hongzhang to accept than "losing" itself. He must find a way to win another round.

Although it was a question, Qin Fei had no room for rejection. In order to get the ambergris as soon as possible, he nodded and agreed without hesitation.

The game is settled, Qin Fei has no reason to stay.

He left the clubhouse and went straight to Sister Rong's antique shop.

Chu Hongzhang's clubhouse was located in a secluded area, and there were not many vehicles passing by in front of the door. Qin Fei was going to walk out of this area before taking a taxi.

But just after turning two streets, the road was blocked.

Qin Fei looked up and saw that the person blocking his way was none other than the young man who had just appeared with Mr. Yu.

Qin Fei was not very surprised. In fact, since he left the club just now, when Old Man Yu said that he would go back to Zhou's house with Zhou Ningxue, he had already realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, Qin Fei stood still, just looking at the young man with a smile or not.

The young man snorted coldly with disdain: "You heard it just now, our old man has been looking for this knife, and he was counting on you to be sensible and offer to give this knife to the old man. Who knows that you are a good guy? of."

Seeing that Qin Fei was still unmoved, the young man sneered: "That's right. A person like you who can't get on the stage must not know the Yu family. You don't deserve to know the old man's name. My name is Yu Chengjun." , is the only son of this generation of the Yu family."

Yu's house, Qin Fei heard Zhuo Chenguang mention it as early as when he went to Zhou's house.

It is one of the economic overlords of Yucheng.

It's a pity to have such an heir.

But the knife I got was bought for the purpose of selling it, and whoever offered the highest price would sell it to whoever it was, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of this, Qin Fei didn't pay attention to the other meanings in Yu Chengjun's words, but asked directly: "How much do you plan to pay for this knife?"

"One hundred thousand." Yu Chengjun raised his eyebrows.

Qin Fei then knew that he was here to find fault, not to beg for old man Yu, but to vent his anger on behalf of Chu Hongzhang.

Yu Chengjun was followed by two bodyguards.

The reason why Qin Fei hesitated was not because he was worried that he would not be able to beat him, but because he wanted to offend Yu Jia.

There is no such a coincidence in the world. Just when Qin Fei was a little embarrassed, four people came across him, and they turned out to be the people who sold this knife in the antique market.

No need to think about it, just by looking at the light in that person's eyes when he found Qin Fei, one can conclude that these people have never given up looking for him.

Qin Fei rolled his eyes and looked at Yu Chengjun: "I paid 30 yuan for this knife. Since Mr. Yu values ​​it, I will give it to you for 35 yuan."

"Oh." Yu Chengjun sneered: "It really is poor."

In the world of antiques, less than 20.00% of them are resold and bought more. This means that the hand is short of money and is in a hurry to sell.

Qin Fei didn't care what Yu Chengjun said, he looked at the check in Chengjun's hand carefully, there was nothing wrong with it, and when he looked up at the stall, the middle-aged man selling knives had already arrived.

Qin Fei raised the check in his hand to the middle-aged man, then shrugged his shoulders, and took two steps back with a look of helplessness.

Those who came with the middle-aged man selling knives were those people in the morning, and the black-faced man quickly lowered his voice and said, "This nasty brat wants to use this trick again. Should we catch that brat or want a knife?"

The middle-aged man spat hard: "What's the use of catching that brat? Can he make money?"

"The top priority is to get the knife back. Brothers are doing this with their heads in their belts. I can accept a lesser purchase of 1 to [-]. If it's so much worse, I'll have to get it back even if I lose half my life!"

As soon as Yu Chengjun turned around, he saw four more men in sloppy clothes behind him.

"This knife is mine." Now, the middle-aged man only has this knife in his eyes.

This sentence made Yu Chengjun laugh: "I just bought it for 35 yuan, and you said it was yours? Don't you even need to take your brains with you when you come out to extort money?"

After Yu Chengjun finished speaking, the two bodyguards following him also laughed.

Hearing this, the black-faced man following behind the middle-aged man snorted and was about to rush forward.

I saw Yu Chengjun waved his hand, and seven or eight people came out from the alleys on both sides.

These people were originally prepared for Qin Fei, but he didn't expect Qin Fei to be so cowardly and obediently handed over the Yan Yu Saber.

Running out halfway to vent his anger was exactly what Yu Chengjun wanted.

The eyes of the middle-aged man swept the opponent's face a few times, he held down the dark-faced man beside him, glanced at Qin Fei behind the crowd, and said to Cheng Jun in a low voice: "Young master, you I don't know, you were deceived by the grandson behind you, this knife is fake, he said it himself."

(End of this chapter)