I saw the hidden message at the beginning, I sent the school beauty to jail

"Dad, don't tell anyone about my affairs. Keep a low profile."

"If someone knows about it, it will be very troublesome to target us. You know, my peers in the market think I am a waste."

Zhang Feng's eyes lit up. His son has really grown up, matured, and knows how to do things.

It seems that my son has grown up a long time ago, but I just didn't realize it.

He is worthy of being my son, Zhang Feng.

"Xiao Song, Dad misunderstood you before. Song Tao Pavilion will rely on you in the future."

"Dad, don't worry. As long as I am here, Song Tao Pavilion will only get better and better in the future. It will become a leader in high-end antique shops and it will not be a problem to settle in Yanjing Panjiayuan."

These words were all taught to him by Lin Feng. Sure enough, his father was coaxed to smile and his face was as beautiful as a chrysanthemum.

"Xiaosong, I have something to do on the second floor. Xiaoli won't let her come back to look after the store. I'll leave the first floor to you today."

"Okay, leave it to me. Dad, you go do your thing."

Seeing Zhang Feng go to the second floor, he finally couldn't hold it back and laughed while holding his belly.

Usually he was high and mighty, and would criticize him from time to time if he was dissatisfied with him. Today, his attitude changed 180 degrees.

How much he disliked himself in the past, how much his face hurt today.

"Brother Lin is really a god-like existence. I must hold on to his thighs. It's not a dream to take off on the spot."

Suddenly, his eyes condensed and confirmed again that his father had gone to the second floor.

There are no cameras on the first floor of the shops here.

What they sell are fakes and antiques that are not the same as the goods. Installing surveillance, is it to leave evidence of selling fakes for others?

After confirming that Zhang Feng really went to the office on the second floor, he tiptoed to one of the rows of Huo's.

The shelf has four legs. When his eyes came into contact with the leg near the outside, he suddenly showed joy and slowly squatted down.

As Brother Lin said, there was a yellowed leather product under the foot.

It was very worn out, and the color was also shit yellow, very dirty.

"Why does Brother Lin need a footrest?"

Zhang Song showed doubts. At that time, Lin Feng asked him to find a chance to take this thing out and bring it to him.

I thought it was something good, but it turned out to be a worn-out leather product.

Forget it, just listen to Brother Lin's words, he won't cheat me.

Zhang Song gently pulled out the yellow cloth for the footrest. He opened it and took a look, and found some paintings and tadpole characters that he couldn't understand on it.

He didn't think about it anymore, put him in his arms, and sat on the chair as if nothing had happened.

"No, Brother Lin has helped me so much, I can't let him work for nothing."

"I thought this yellow cloth was a good thing, but it looks so tattered, it must be worthless."

He looked at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall of the corridor on the second floor, his eyes shining.

This painting is called "Ten Poems". He once heard Zhang Feng introduce it to a customer, saying that the original is collected in the Yanjing Museum and is worth more than 1800W.

This painting was copied by the apprentice of the Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhang Xian, and is worth more than 400W.

Brother Lin is so good to me, is there anything wrong with giving him a painting?

"Dad, I took this painting. A friend is interested."

"Ah? Which one?"

"Ten Poems, the one painted by Zhang Xian's apprentice."

"Xiaosong, you even know this?"

"Dad, you underestimated me, didn't you? A friend is interested. I think I can sell it for 4 million yuan. I'll transfer the money to the company account when the time comes."

"Xiaosong, 4 million yuan, can it be sold?"

"I said if it can be sold, there will be no problem."

"Son, Dad really misunderstood you before."

Zhang Song smiled faintly and said, "Dad, it's not too late to know now. So I'll leave first?"

"Go, go."

I can be considered to have accumulated virtues from my ancestors. There is such a surprise in my later years.

This senior antique circle boss showed a look of relief.

Downstairs of a business hotel 5 kilometers away, Zhang Song received a call from Lin Feng.

After confirming that no one was following him, he entered the hotel.

"Brother Lin, this is the leather you asked me to bring for footrest."

[A sheepskin Buddhist scripture that was mistaken for worthless and used as a footrest by the antique shop as waste. Its real value is up to 10 million]

This is what he saw when he went to Songtao Pavilion to help Zhang Song make a list, but he didn't take it at that time.

In order to avoid causing trouble and attention, he had to let Zhang Song do it for him.

"Xiao Zhang, I have my own use for this yellow leather. It is indeed not a thing worth money."

"It's okay. Brother Lin needs it, so there must be a reason. Anyway, I'm not interested. You should just take a look at this painting."

This kid has a flattering face, as if he came from the East Factory.

[A replica of "Ten Poems", painted by the original author's apprentice, from the Song Dynasty, well preserved, real value: 300-400W】

"Is this painting "Ten Poems"? But it's not authentic, but it's worth three or four million, right?"

"Awesome, worthy of my brother Lin, yes, it was painted by the author's apprentice, a real Song Dynasty antique"

What is this kid doing with a painting? Does he want me to buy it?

Lin Feng glanced at him calmly.

[Your admirer took this painting out from home and lied that he was selling it, but the real purpose was to give it to his idol as a gift. He planned to buy this painting with his pocket money. 】

. . . .

He bought something from his home and gave it to me as a gift. This kid is very righteous.

'Brother Lin, don't think too much, this is a little gift from me to you, don't refuse it. '

"Hey, you look so polite, remember, if you have anything in the future, contact me, I will help you as soon as possible."

He took over the conversation calmly and said lightly.

Zhang Song was overjoyed and said tactfully: "Brother Lin, I'll go first and won't disturb you."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After seeing Zhang Song off, Lin Feng felt very happy.

I thought it was a trouble, but I found a treasure. He is such an obedient younger brother.

He moved his eyes to the yellow leather product and was about to study it.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He looked at it and was at a loss.

The caller ID was Teacher Zhao.

Lin Feng was confused and his eyes were blank.

Why did another teacher call him, and there was a signature and record in the address book, obviously he knew him.

"Fuck, damn, how could I forget this."

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that the previous owner was still a student and was still in college.

He went there a few times when he first came here, but after the golden finger awakened and mastered it, he never went there again.

What class does a big cheater need?

But as time went by, his thoughts changed a little.

It seemed that he would graduate in a month, and this diploma was at least a presentable achievement.

He pressed the answer button and put it to his ear, and a roar came from the other end of the phone.

'Lin Feng, where are you? Do you still want to come to class? You are about to graduate, are you not going to take the exam? Or are you going to drop out? If you don't want to study anymore, come and complete the withdrawal procedures as soon as possible. "