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

Sun Ming also noticed Yang Feng's casualness and said: "Yes, I also feel that Mr. Yang was not very focused just now. I guess there will be a few mistakes, but this is also very powerful."

He could be considered as finding a place for Yang Feng to get off in advance.

If someone really made a mistake, Yang Feng wouldn't be too embarrassed.

Yang Feng didn't explain much. He just looked at Song Fei next to him with a smile and asked, "How is it?"

"I just asked them to send over the serial number of the authentic product."

Sein Fei took out a communication device and compared the serial numbers of the antiques Yang Feng selected.

Even though it was Sein Fei, he couldn't hide his shock after reading it and said: "It's absolutely right."

"what?!"

"what?!"

Sun Ming and Mei Mei almost exclaimed at the same time.

They looked at the authentic serial number.

The antiques selected by Yang Feng were actually all genuine.

And most importantly, their data was wrong.

There are not more than thirty genuine items here.

There are only these 30 genuine items, and Yang Feng has found them all at this time.

"It's so... so awesome."

Sun Ming couldn't help but be violent.

What kind of god is this?

It was just a cursory glance, but just... you could see everything?

"Gudong~"

Rose swallowed.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Yang Feng was beyond description of shock.

"No wonder you can make money from antiques..."

Rose was completely convinced.

After she regained consciousness, she said, "It's too outrageous. Even President Wu and the others can't distinguish most of the things in it."

"Han Yunfu has taken those blue and white porcelains back for more than ten days and studied them, and he didn't see any problems. But this... you are our leader, right? Did you get the number in advance to tease us?"

Sun Ming even thinks this explanation is more reasonable.

Yang Feng glanced at him speechlessly and said, "If I were your leader, I wouldn't have to play such a boring game with you."

"But I think this reality is even more nonsense..."

Sun Ming still couldn't believe that someone could tell the truth from the lies so quickly.

Fortunately, Seinfeld had sobered up at this time.

"Anyway, since Mr. Yang said it can pass this time, it at least means that these things have passed the test, and we will seal them."

Seinfeld said, sighing: "If you really want to make a fake that even Mr. Yang can't recognize, this is really unrealistic."

Yang Feng laughed, pointed at the things around him, and said: "Today I have opened my eyes. Although they are all fakes, they are not much different from the real ones. This is the first time I have seen so many at the same time. nice one."

This is not modesty of his.

You know, even if you go to a real museum, it is difficult to see so many national treasure-level cultural relics appearing at the same time.

Moreover, in many museums, what they put on display are replicas.

But the fakes here, the production technology is countless levels higher than those things.

But even though Yang Feng said this, looking at the expressions of Mei Mei and Sun Ming, one could still feel their emotional loss.

They are all people who have been involved in the production of replicas.

I originally thought I could deceive Yang Feng at least once, but I didn't expect...

Several people walked out of the basement together.

Back to the small garden.

It was evening when I came in, but now it's nine o'clock in the evening when I go out.

There were white lights on in the garden. Yang Feng picked up the phone and saw that it showed that the phone had a signal.

At this time, a beeping reminder sound came from the phone.

On the caller ID, besides a few calls from Lin Xue and Zhao Zhuwei, it was Murong Wan who called him.

"By the way, the things you have here can be packed, right?"

Yang Feng suddenly asked Song Fei.

Sein Fei seemed to have guessed what Yang Feng was thinking, and said, "I actually had someone prepare it just now. Mr. Yang can pack it up and take it away directly."

"I just love your attentive service."

"No, today I am troublesome to trouble Mr. Yang to come here and help us look at so many things. These things are just a small gift."

Seinfeld waved his hand.

Yang Feng chuckled and said, "That's right. If there is still such a job next time, I will bring the eldest lady here."

"You are welcome at any time. You can come here even if you have nothing to do. I will stay here for a while."

Seinfeld smiled.

After Yang Feng took the packed things and got into the car, he said goodbye to Sein Fei and others and walked towards home.

As always, Sein Fei watched Yang Feng's car leave and out of sight before turning around.

Only this time, when he turned around, he saw Lost Rose and Sun Ming.

"This Yang Feng's vision is really too vicious."

Rose looked frustrated.

Sun Ming also said depressedly: "Who says it's not the case? I originally thought I could see him miss, but now it seems that I will probably be able to see it in this life."

"You two, are you still thinking about this?"

Seinfeld chatted with the two.

"How can I not think about it? I thought I would be invincible after deceiving so many people, but I didn't expect..."

The more Rose talked, the more depressed she became.

Song Fei looked at the two of them, shook his head and said, "Yang Feng may be different from ordinary people."

"Ah? Chief Song, what do you mean by this?"

Sun Ming asked strangely.

Seinfeld shook his head and said: "Maybe it's intuition, but I think his way of identifying antiques is not just relying on experience and eyes, but maybe spiritual perception?"

"Is there such a kind of martial arts?"

"I'm just guessing, but you didn't lie to him. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Just go back."

Seinfeld’s instincts were spot on.

He had already guessed the difference between Yang Feng and ordinary treasure appraisers.

the other side.

Late at night.

Ten p.m.

The lights are still on at home.

Yang Feng parked the car in front of his house and walked towards his house.

At this time, Zhao Zhuwei and Lin Xue were not sleeping, they were just sitting on the sofa watching TV series boredly.

They heard Yang Feng's car as soon as it entered the yard, but even when Yang Feng walked into the house, they pretended not to see it.

"Won't you two welcome me?"

Seeing that the two people were silent, Yang Feng took the initiative to speak.

But they still didn't speak, which made Yang Feng sigh and said: "Forget it, if that's the case, then I will eat the supper I brought back alone."

As he spoke, he took out the late-night snacks he had packed back in the car.

Open the food box.

A strong fragrance suddenly appeared inside.

This is the aroma revealed by dry food cooked for a long time.

The two of them had been worried about Yang Feng being in trouble all night, so they didn't eat.

Now that I smell this fragrance, I can't bear it.

"Cuckoo~"

Zhao Zhuwei's stomach was the first to growl unsatisfactorily.

"Hmph, I have been worried all night because of you. This should have been mine!"

Zhao Zhuwei said proudly, but ran to the dining table and grabbed the chopsticks.