My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

When Song Fei heard this, he kept looking at Yang Feng.

"To be honest, I don't believe Mr. Yang will lose his enthusiasm because of this."

Seinfeld smiled.

Yang Feng shrugged and said, "I haven't seen anyone from the stream for a long time."

"Maybe, but sometimes lying dormant is a very good way to go."

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and said, "I believe that one day, I will still see Mr. Yang bring me a completely different truth."

His gaze gradually became firm at this time.

Although he didn't know where his trust came from, Song Fei felt that Yang Feng would not be willing to fall into such a state and must be preparing a bigger plan.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I want to go to the capital to meet Senior Qingye in a while, and maybe I will pass by the Song family then."

Having said this, Yang Feng looked at Song Fei, as if asking a question.

When Song Fei heard Yang Feng mention this, his expression became a little gloomy.

For him, perhaps only the Song family would make him show such an expression.

Especially Mr. Song.

After a brief silence, Seinfeld took out a small piece of iron from his pocket.

The material of this iron sheet is very ordinary. It should be just the leftover material from the steel factory in the last century, and then it was polished into something that looks like a dart.

However, although this thing is very old, its surface is very shiny, and it does not look like it was made more than 20 years ago.

"Please help me give this thing to him."

Song Fei hesitated for a moment, and finally said this word.

He didn't call him grandpa, nor did he call him Mr. Song.

Maybe he wouldn't call it that anymore.

Yang Feng took it and could feel its smoothness when he touched it.

This must have been the result of years of hard work.

Yang Feng put away his things and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

"There's nothing to say, and in fact, I shouldn't say it."

Seinfeld shook his head.

Yang Feng could feel the struggle in Song Fei's heart.

In order to not bring trouble to his family after joining the Hidden Clan, perhaps this is Song Fei's only choice.

Except for Yang Feng, no one could capture his true thoughts so keenly.

"I won't say any more about this. I just hope that your future actions will go smoothly. After all, I can't help you with anything right now. If you encounter any trouble that you really can't solve, you can still ask me for help."

Yang Feng made him a promise.

This is a promise between friends.

Song Fei nodded and said, "Thank you. I believe Mr. Yang also has his own plans. I wish you all the best."

"Well, sometimes you need to stop to see more clearly."

"Yeah, stop..."

Song Fei sensed a hint of other meaning in the words.

At least Yang Feng is not angry, he should still have his own ideas.

"Okay, let's leave it at that. Let's go out for a walk. The sun is quite bright today."

Yang Feng stood up.

Song Fei nodded and followed Yang Feng out.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time and were just chatting about some very simple things.

For example, ask about the hidden organization’s recent plans to preserve Chinese cultural relics.

After they walked for a while, they saw two cars waiting in front.

This was arranged by the hidden organization.

Yang Feng got into their car and let them leave after they personally sent him home.

Go home.

The house was very quiet at this time.

In the hall.

Yang Feng knew without even looking that Zhao Zhuwei was definitely not at home.

Even Lin Xue was taken out by her.

However, Murong Wan came back and walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water.

After seeing Yang Feng, Murong Wan smiled and said, "You're back."

"Well, I just ran into Seinfeld on the road and had a small talk."

"The man from the hidden organization?"

“Well, I have a good relationship with him, and he is from the Song family.”

"It has nothing to do with the Song family anymore."

Murong Wan understood some of it, but then added: "Of course, there may be other reasons."

"I guess so. I plan to go to the capital in two days."

As Yang Feng spoke, he remembered, "And we have to take Liu Yi back."

"Your little brother?"

"Well, it's time for him to go back and take a look. It's been so long, and it seems that he won't be so obsessed with the past. Let's find an excuse to take him back."

Yang Feng felt that Liu Yi had been out for so long, it was indeed time for him to go back and take a look.

Murong Wan spread her hands and said, "I'm afraid this is just wishful thinking on your part."

"What do you mean? It seems that brat Liu Yi doesn't have too much resistance to the Liu family. In fact, the previous misunderstanding shouldn't have happened. He just got too obsessed with it."

Yang Feng felt that this matter had actually come to an end long ago, but Liu Yi was still reluctant to leave because of what happened in the past.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "If you want him to go back now, he will definitely not want to. He must return home in glory."

"Returning home in glory?"

"When he was arrested by the Investigation Bureau last time, he was already an innate warrior, and he seemed to be very strong among innate warriors. I estimate that he will reach the level of a celestial being in a while."

Murong Wan said, "Guess why he didn't go back but practiced so hard?"

"You mean, he wants to become a celestial being and then go back to the Liu family?"

Yang Feng seemed to understand it instantly.

Put this way, it immediately makes sense.

In the entire Liu family, there has never been such a thing as a celestial being.

If a young master with extraordinary strength appeared in his family, then the family members' evaluation of him would be completely different from what it is now.

"No wonder that brat practices like a demon every day."

Yang Feng suddenly realized.

But then, he looked at Murong Wan strangely and asked, "How did you know? Did you send someone to investigate him?"

"Do we need to investigate this? We can easily guess what this kind of kid is thinking."

Murong Wan's relaxed tone.

Yang Feng felt a chill in his heart when he saw her like this.

No wonder Murong Wan can see through people so easily every time.

"By the way, why did you go to the capital to see Senior Qingye this time?"

Murong Wan asked this, and then joked: "Or are you just looking for an excuse to meet your lover in the capital."

"My little lover...ah, are you talking about Liu Yueyun?"

Yang Feng was speechless when he heard this, and said, "She is my sister's senior schoolmate, and she is still studying."

"You said you were going to graduate school, so you should be graduating soon."

Murong Wan smiled and said, "Could it be that you like this kind of student temperament?"

"Go, go, go. I just want to find Senior Qingye to verify something."

Yang Feng had an angry expression.

He had previously discovered a very special formation on the bronze fragments, which had an extraordinary effect.

But even Yang Feng had no way of judging the true function of the formation and its construction problems with his own eyes.

So naturally he had to ask Senior Qingye for help.