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

Yang Feng saw him again and was not too surprised.

Just looking at the lottery shops around him, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "It seems that you are very patient and are ready to fight here for a long time."

"After all, Mr. Yang is a very important collaborator for me."

Seinfeld smiled.

Yang Feng felt there was some noise around him and said, "Can you find a quieter place?"

"Of course, there is a tea room upstairs."

After Song Fei finished speaking, Yang Feng had already walked upstairs.

It was the first time that Sein Fei met such an interesting person like Yang Feng.

This guy is not afraid of traps or dangerous ambush upstairs.

But of course he wouldn't know that Yang Feng had already seen through this entire building.

Inside the teahouse.

Song Fei has good tea skills. He poured Yang Feng a cup of tea and asked with a smile: "How are you thinking about it, Mr. Yang?"

"The terms you proposed are indeed very tempting."

"I think Mr. Yang is still short of money now, right? If I'm not wrong, your investment loophole in Li Hanqiu has just been filled. In addition, how much money do you still need to invest in the battery research institute? A billion.”

Seinfeld smiled and said: "And all your cash flow has been almost used up, and there is still a gap of at least 20 to [-] billion."

"You did a good job with your intelligence work."

"I'm sorry, this is a necessary process for us."

Seinfeld replied with a smile.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "Then how many fakes do you plan to let me make for you?"

"We're not sure about this yet, but it's at least twenty pieces."

"In other words, you need to give me at least 20 billion yuan."

"Haha, money is not an issue."

Seinfeld laughed.

Yang Feng had no choice but to say: "This is not a small sum of money. What if I get investigated later?"

"This is not black money, but the income from Mr. Yang's labor, isn't it?"

Song Fei said in a calm tone, "What's more, Mr. Yang owns an jade trading company. You just suddenly met a big customer and bought your fine jade stones, and then the money went to your company... "

Seinfeld has already thought out the payment process.

Yang Feng looked at his appearance and finally felt the professionalism of these people.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sorry, no."

Song Fei shook his head and said: "In addition to buying Mr. Yang's technology, our money also bought Mr. Yang's curiosity."

He knew that what Yang Feng wanted to ask was what he was using the fake information for.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "That's all, if I agree to you now, when will it start?"

"I will first transfer 10 billion yuan to Mr. Yang's company account. As for the specific production time..."

Seinfeld thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we still need to raise some materials, probably in a month."

"You're going to pay me in advance in a month's time. Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

"I believe Mr. Yang is a man of integrity."

"Pleasant to work with."

Yang Feng smiled.

Song Fei also stretched out his hand, shook hands with Yang Feng, and then asked: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Yang seems to be here to buy lottery tickets?"

"Give me a lottery ticket with scores of the World Cup, starting from 0-0 and going straight to 5-5."

Yang Feng knew that he could only score so many goals in the World Cup.

Unless he is punished by God, there must be a real result among the twenty scores.

Seinfei heard this strangely, but he still said: "Mr. Yang's way of buying lottery tickets is really special. If you want to buy lottery tickets next time, you are welcome to come here and print it for free, even if I am not here."

"I'm not polite about taking advantage."

"Hahaha, Mr. Yang doesn't care about these small coins."

Seinfeld laughed.

The two of them were talking here and headed back downstairs together.

Yang Feng took the lottery ticket and walked out.

As he expected.

Among these lottery tickets, except for the score of 1 to 1, the rest are scraps.

In other words, the final result of this game will stop at 1-1.

"Really."

Yang Feng tried it and found that this thing really worked.

I took a look at the odds on this lottery ticket.

The odds of 1 to 1 are 25 times.

The strength of these two teams is quite different, so the odds are higher.

Yang Feng collected the lottery ticket and prepared to watch the game tomorrow night.

The World Cup always arouses the enthusiasm of many fans, even Yang Feng has been a fan for a while.

Now that I have such a special ability, although I have no intention of making money from lottery tickets, I can still satisfy my interest.

But it's different from him.

At this time Gao Ronghai had returned home.

in the hall.

Gao Ronghai was beating his chest while looking at the greenery and running players on the big screen.

"Kick it! You kick the ball, damn it, it's over, you hit someone, you got a fucking penalty kick."

Gao Ronghai cursed as he spoke, took another sip of wine, and prepared to break open the crayfish.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"It's so late, who is it?"

Gao Ronghai was a little strange and looked at the time.

It's past ten o'clock in the evening.

Opening the door, there was a young man standing at the door. He looked about 25 or [-] years old. He was still wearing a plaster and looked like he had just been injured.

"Huh? Who are you?"

Gao Ronghai asked strangely.

"President Gao, right? It's better to be famous than to meet him. He is indeed a very powerful businessman."

This person praised him as soon as he entered the door.

He was Zhou Jie who had just offended Yang Feng some time ago.

After being beaten up by Sein Fei in Shuicheng, he lay in the hospital for several days, and now he is here with scars again.

It's just that Gao Ronghai didn't know who this person was, but he still said patiently: "Brother, are you here to discuss cooperation? It's just that it seems too late now. How about we..."

"Mr. Gao, I have a big deal to discuss with you. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until tomorrow."

Zhou Jie smiled.

Gao Ronghai listened to what he said seriously and then led him in.

At this time, Gao Ronghai discovered that there was a man following Zhou Jie.

There was a terrible gloominess about this man.

This introverted and terrifying aura is more frightening than the intimidation of ordinary people.

Although Gao Ronghai felt something was wrong, he turned off the TV and made a pot of tea.

"What's the name of this gentleman?"

Gao Ronghai asked.

Zhou Jie took a sip of tea and introduced himself: "My surname is Zhou and my name is Zhou Jie."

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

"My family's main business is real estate and commerce. I think Mr. Gao should have heard of the company's name."

"Could it be the Anze Group?"

"It seems that Mr. Gao is very knowledgeable about Jiangcheng."

Zhou Jie showed a proud expression.

Gao Ronghai was shocked.

Naturally, he knew that this company was one of the top [-] companies in Jiangcheng.

And it is said that there is a very strong backstage, and the entire Zhou family's business territory and influence in Jiangcheng is not small.

But Gao Ronghai was a little strange and asked doubtfully: "Does the Zhou family want to enter the jade-producing industry?"