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

"Mr. Yang, long time no see."

Song Fei greeted Yang Feng with a smile, then looked at Zhao Zhuwei and said, "Hello, Miss Zhao."

"Hehe, I'm here to eat."

"Ms. Zhao is Mr. Yang's friend. You are welcome here at any time."

Seinfeld responded humbly.

Yang Feng knocked Zhao Zhuwei on the head and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh~"

Zhao Zhuwei rubbed her head and walked into the door together.

Came to the familiar back hall.

It seems to have been renovated here, with a little more modern style, and it loses the quaint atmosphere before.

But it looks simpler.

"A friend came here before, so it changed a little bit."

Song Fei explained to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng laughed and said, "They are not just ordinary friends."

"Perhaps Mr. Yang will see him in the future."

Seinfeld didn't explain much.

Yang Feng didn't ask around, he just said: "How did the matter I asked you earlier go?"

"Huang Qing, take out the things."

"Yes."

The subordinate agreed.

After a while, his men brought out three boxes.

Seinfeld opened three boxes.

When Zhao Zhuwei saw something new, she immediately became interested and said, "What is this?"

"Medicine."

Yang Feng answered briefly while staring at the box on the table.

As the three boxes were opened, three medicinal materials were revealed.

"Tianjue, Baifengcao, Diwei, I have found all three medicinal materials that Mr. Yang asked me to find."

Song Fei smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, let's see if this medicinal material is correct?"

"This……"

Yang Feng looked carefully with his eyes.

The spiritual power concentrated in his eyes and he began to look back.

The first one is Tian Jue, the second one is White Phoenix Grass, and the third one...

"Is this the Emperor's Tail?"

Yang Feng asked doubtfully.

Sein Fei nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Yang is indeed an expert. He can really tell at a glance."

"It seems that this medicinal material is still extinct, right?"

Yang Feng asked.

Song Fei sighed and said: "I told Mr. Yang about this Emperor's Tail last time. It has actually been dated for a long time. However, this medicinal material is indeed bred by Emperor's Tail, but I don't know if it is in line with Mr. Yang's wishes."

"It can be seen that it should at least be related to Emperor Wei."

Yang Feng did not deny it, but just said: "But it is very impure, and it is at least 90% mixed with things that have nothing to do with Emperor Wei."

He said, and then sighed: "But it really surprises me that you can find this extinct thing. In fact, I don't have hope."

"We have found a lot of Tianjue and White Phoenix Grass, which should weigh about six kilograms. However, this Emperor's Tail is too difficult to find. This one only costs two yuan, and we collected it from a collector. .”

Seinfeld looked a little apologetic and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to find him again."

"Thank you, thank you."

"No, Mr. Yang helped us rescue Guo Haihong before, which is very important to us. This is just a thank you gift."

Seinfeld said.

Yang Feng glanced around and said, "It seems you have other things to do today, right?"

"Yes, we have something very special. We hope you can help us take a look, and there are already two seniors waiting for you."

Seinfeld said.

When Yang Feng heard this, he knew that the matter was not simple and agreed immediately.

But seeing Zhao Zhuwei next to him, he asked again: "Are you going up with me, or are you staying here to order?"

"Can I...can we go see it together?"

Zhao Zhuwei blinked and asked curiously.

Although she didn't know much about anything, she also knew that Yang Feng and Song Fei were definitely not doing ordinary things.

Song Fei smiled and said, "If Miss Zhao is interested, you are welcome to come with us."

"Hehe, then I will follow Yang Feng."

Zhao Zhuwei immediately stood up and jumped to Yang Feng's side.

Although Yang Feng was helpless, there was nothing he could do.

The two followed him upstairs.

The familiar third floor.

At this time, there were slight footsteps inside, but there was no conversation.

After Seinfeld led the two of them through the door, the people inside seemed to have no reaction. Instead, they continued to look at the things on the table intently.

But Yang Feng knew both of these two people.

One is Jin Changming's apprentice, Long Huailu.

Another one is Wu Mingze, the president of Jiangcheng’s Antiques Association.

These two people almost represent the highest level of antiques in Jiangcheng.

Although there are some subdivisions in the antique industry, Wu Mingze's main research direction was ancient calligraphy and painting.

The same goes for Long Huailu, so the two of them were invited here.

When they saw Yang Feng coming in together, they were obviously a little surprised, but they quickly calmed down and said, "Mr. Yang."

"President Wu, long time no see."

Yang Feng first said hello to Wu Mingze, then looked at Long Huailu and said, "Mr. Long."

"Mr. Yang, there is no need to be so polite. You and Master are friends, just call me by my name."

Long Huailu is nearly seventy years old.

Still somewhat abiding by the rules of seniority.

Naturally, Yang Feng would not be so offended. After greeting the two of them, he looked at the table at this time.

"This is……"

Yang Feng looked at the ancient scroll paintings spread out on the table.

This ancient painting is five meters long, and it is slightly damaged, making some parts unclear.

"That's why we're here."

Wu Mingze explained.

Yang Feng looked at Song Fei and asked, "Mr. Song, what's going on?"

"Mr. Yang, this is an ancient painting we got by chance, but unfortunately there are some missing parts on it, and we can't even see some of the words clearly."

Wu Mingze said, "It's just that this painting is very important to us, so we want to invite three people to help us find out the mystery in it."

"This……"

Wu Mingze and Long Huailu actually showed embarrassed expressions.

Because they have been watching here for a while.

But nothing was seen.

"Judging from the dynasty alone, this should be from the Tang Dynasty, judging from the ink on it and the style."

Wu Mingze explained, "But this seems a little weird, because this style seems to be something before the Tang Dynasty, but if you want to trace it back, I'm afraid it must be traced back to before the Southern and Northern Dynasties..."

"I just saw it, but if we insist on talking about the subtle differences in style, it is very likely that there are some traces of the demise of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but this... this is unlikely."

Long Huailu still didn't dare to make such a bold guess.

Zhao Zhuwei didn't understand. She just looked at Yang Feng and asked curiously: "Why is this?"

"Because of the preservation of paper, it is impossible for it to last so long. If it really dates back to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it would be nearly two thousand years."

Yang Feng explained to her, saying: "The oldest scroll currently extant is the spring outing from the Sui Dynasty, and there is almost only one such work. It is no longer realistic to push it forward."