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

"Of course, because the person who planned all this, the family behind it is called Rothschild."

As soon as Song Fei's words came out of his mouth, Yang Feng's expression suddenly changed.

"Is it this family?!"

Although Yang Feng didn't know much about many big Western families.

But I remember this rumored big family.

Because of this family, it has always been called one of the four major families in the world.

Sein Fei smiled and said: "Many people do not have a deep understanding of Rothschild, and they may still talk a little nonsense, but the strength of this family is indeed greatly recognized among ancient warriors."

"Are they going to steal these things? But with their financial resources, they shouldn't need this method."

"Yeah, so they found White Gloves."

Song Fei squinted his eyes and said, "A person who helps them handle these matters is just like the Xiang Shenghui you know."

"Do you know Xiang Shenghui's identity?"

"Know some."

Sein Fei shook his head and said: "If you are interested, I can slowly tell you about these family affairs after returning to China, but I have to leave now."

"If I guessed correctly, those stolen antiques should have fallen into your hands, right?"

Yang Feng asked.

He knew that Seinfeld had appeared here and knew the thief's plan.

That means that he has already sent people to get those things.

Even if Biler sends people to track down the mastermind, he will never be able to recover the stolen things.

Seinfeld nodded and said: "To me, those things are very important, and I told you, I am not a righteous person, and Yin is not a righteous organization. We have our own mission."

His words were relaxed, but he didn't care about the means by which he got the things.

This is in line with Yang Feng's conjecture.

The 'hidden' organization must have gathered together for special reasons and then joined the world.

But Yang Feng didn't know which party they belonged to, or what their special purpose was.

Yang Feng looked at Song Fei and said, "I'm not here to collect debts from you, and I'm not interested in the disappearance of those things, but I just want to know, what are you going to do?"

"I remember telling you before."

"Or for the dragon vein?"

"If we don't take it, someone will take it sooner or later. And no one can resist the temptation of dragon veins, so at all times, you must only believe in yourself."

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and said, "I hope you will only believe in yourself. After all, it is too easy to trust others, but it is easy to suffer losses."

"what do you mean?"

"You'll find out later."

Seinfeld didn't say much, turned around and left here.

Yang Feng looked at his back and felt that things were much more complicated than imagined.

I thought it was an ordinary theft plan, but at most it was mixed with the dirty purposes of some small families.

But Yang Feng did not expect that there would be shadows of the Rothschild family behind this.

"Who is he?"

Zhao Zhuwei listened for a long time, but her face was blank.

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry about him. Where are your parents?"

"They have been waiting for us in front."

Zhao Zhuwei pointed ahead.

Yang Feng looked over there. At this time, Zhao Guofeng and Qiu Yuexiang were eating in a small egg tart shop.

Through the glass window, the two of them were smiling.

"It's better not to disturb them. The old couple finally came out."

Yang Feng was a little helpless.

He knew that Zhao Guofeng was usually very busy and probably rarely had such a relaxing time.

Zhao Zhuwei seemed to understand, and then suddenly looked directly at Yang Feng, as if pointing something out.

Yang Feng was stunned and said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's not easy for the two of us to go abroad. How about we go out to play too."

"I have to discuss this theft with Birrell later."

"You don't have to worry about me, just go out and play with me."

"No, if you really want to play, can't you just ask Birrell to find someone to go with you? You..."

Yang Feng was just halfway through his words when he was stared at by Zhao Zhuwei.

He was a little helpless and said, "Okay, then where do you want to go?"

"Hehe, didn't you say we were going to the Iron Tower? Then let's go there."

Only then did Zhao Zhuwei let go of her death gaze.

Yang Feng had no choice but to nod and agree.

He told Birrell where he was going, and after asking about the theft, he left here with Zhao Zhuwei.

Yang Feng did not have a driver's license in his country, so he had to find a driver to help him drive.

The driver was a local who worked part-time as a tour guide for the two of them.

After they went to the first attraction, the Iron Tower, they were a little disappointed.

This thing, which is very famous all over the world, looks ordinary on site.

Perhaps it's because neither Yang Feng nor Zhao Zhuwei like these buildings.

On the contrary, after knowing that Yang Feng was an antique lover, the driver specially recommended a nearby antique shop to him.

He specifically said that this was an antique shop opened by a Chinese.

This store is very famous in the local area, not only because the owner has a large backend, but also because he receives many high-quality products.

Moreover, there are no white people coming and going there, and those who can buy things there are either rich or expensive.

Yang Feng felt that this was very in line with his taste, and there might be something missing.

He asked the driver to drive and took him and Zhao Zhuwei to the door of the store.

This store is located on the first floor of an old building.

main entrance.

There is a large glass outside, but this glass is one-way, and people from the outside cannot see inside.

The door is also very particular. Yang Feng knew at a glance that the door was an old piece of furniture, worth at least one million.

“The facade is really nice.”

Yang Feng said.

Zhao Zhuwei looked around and said, "This seems to be an old street?"

"Well, this place actually has a bit more of a local atmosphere in Bacheng, and has a more humanistic atmosphere than the Iron Tower."

Yang Feng sighed.

Because of the progress of the times.

As a result, many large cities and bustling areas in major countries are actually very similar.

They have all been assimilated into urban life.

Only in old streets like this can you see a lot of special local culture.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei walked in together.

In the store.

This place is very spacious, covering approximately two hundred square meters.

On the shelves are some things that are not easily oxidized, such as porcelain, jade, and bone.

But even so, those antiques are still protected within the glass cover.

The temperature inside is very particular.

Yang Feng could feel that this temperature was specially set to prevent the antiques in the store from being damaged by the temperature.

"This plate must be from the Yongle period, it can't be wrong!"

A man's confident voice came, speaking Chinese language.

It can be seen that this is indeed a place where Chinese people like to come.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei both looked towards the source of the sound.

It was next to a coffee table, with a middle-aged man confidently pointing to a plate in front of him.