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

Murong Wan followed Yang Feng into this old street.

Taicheng is also worthy of being a tourist city.

Even though it is almost nine o'clock in the evening, this Taicheng Old Street is still lively.

The two walked in but didn't buy immediately.

Because the stalls near the entrance of the old street are actually popular stalls that have been chosen countless times.

In such a place, there is almost no possibility of picking up leaks.

After observing from a distance, Yang Feng also discovered the activity calculation method of Taicheng Old Street.

Each of them sells something and writes their stall number and price on it.

In this way, you can know the buyer's price and then participate in the event.

Interestingly, they did not include the buyer's name.

In other words, this thing is just like a bearer lottery ticket.

If you really picked up top-notch stuff, and some people are enthusiastic about this activity.

Then he can completely purchase the tickets and objects in your hand and use them to participate in the competition.

"It seems that there are still many unspoken rules in this competition."

Yang Feng smiled.

He is not interested in the winner of this event, but he just finds such an event interesting.

Murong Wan looked at him with a smile and said, "How about it? You are currently the biggest figure in the entire circle. You won't capsize in this little gutter, right?"

"Don't put any pressure on me. Picking something up depends on luck."

"Well...I can understand that you don't have much confidence."

Murong Wan deliberately provoked Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was speechless and became serious.

After all, I came out with Murong Wan. If I really capsize here, I don't know how Murong Wan will use this matter to tease me in the future.

Yang Feng began to look around, and finally stopped in front of the stall of a man in his fifties.

This man hasn’t sold anything for a long time.

His already tired spirit was already a little sleepy, and he was leaning against the wall, falling into a drowsy state.

Just after hearing footsteps coming towards him.

The man immediately regained consciousness, showed a warm smile, and said: "Handsome man, do you want to buy some old things? Look, I have all these."

"Well, let me take a look first."

Yang Feng smiled and began to look at the various old objects placed on the stall.

There are some small copper coins from modern and ancient times, and some silver coins that look like oceans.

In addition to currency, there are naturally some antiques here, but those things look too fake at first glance.

Yang Feng began to carefully select here.

Seeing that Yang Feng seemed to really want to buy it, the boss quickly said: "Handsome guy, if you really want to buy it, I will give you a discount. The price is negotiable."

"Yes, it's easy to negotiate the price..."

As Yang Feng spoke, he looked at a sculpture on the carpet.

Murong Wan seemed to have noticed this thing at this time, the first time he saw it.

Even she couldn't help but smile.

Yang Feng picked up the sculpture, looked at it, and finally looked at the boss and said: "Boss, if my eyesight is not blurred...the terracotta warriors are holding an AK47, right?"

"No, our ancestors actually knew how to use firearms. This thing is a kind of gun from ancient times."

"But this thing..."

Yang Feng swallowed, feeling really shocked.

The boss coughed dryly and said: "I dug these things out from home. If you like them, just pick some and take them away. Really, I will give you a very low price!"

The boss looked like he was in urgent need of money.

Yang Feng actually noticed that the boss looked sad and looked very haggard due to lack of rest, and his hands had a bit of black energy.

He must have a relative who is sick.

The reason why I came here to sell things is probably to try my luck and want to make some money.

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, and finally found a ceramic kettle among these things that was not in that bad condition.

This ceramic kettle seems to be from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, but it is not a valuable official kiln and has no special carvings.

Strictly speaking, this thing is not valuable at all.

But Yang Feng smiled at this time and said: "Boss, I can see it. This thing is really good. It looks like an old thing at first glance, right?"

"Yes, yes, our ancestors have always kept this."

"Um……"

Yang Feng pretended to be thinking.

Seeing Yang Feng's hesitation, the boss thought he was afraid that the price would be too high, so he quickly said: "Handsome guy, you set a price, and I...I will definitely sell it."

"Well, I think you can sell it to me for 100,000, how about that?"

Yang Feng asked.

The boss was about to say no problem, but then he realized that Yang Feng was not talking about ten yuan, but one hundred thousand!

"You...what did you say?!"

The boss was immediately confused and couldn't believe his ears.

Yang Feng showed a smile and said: "Why, the boss thinks it's too low? Then it's 150,000, no more."

"No, no, no! One hundred thousand! Just one hundred thousand!"

The boss seemed to be afraid that Yang Feng would really give him 150,000 yuan, so he quickly changed his previous price.

Yang Feng felt that this boss was quite interesting and he was quite simple.

And he himself didn't actually know the price of this thing. He just felt that it must be a valuable item if wealthy people like Yang Feng took a fancy to it.

If he were an ordinary person, he might be greedy, but he was not greedy.

"Just 150,000. Now that I've said it, it won't change."

Yang Feng smiled and said, "I'll pass it on to you."

"Handsome guy, you...you..."

The boss was a little choked, and tears couldn't stop flowing down for a while.

As soon as Yang Feng finished paying, he picked up the worthless kettle.

Murong Wan naturally saw what Yang Feng was going to do and was used to it.

Moreover, this guy did not give money directly, but gave money to the boss in a way that was acceptable to everyone.

While Murong Wan was thinking, there was a burst of noise from behind.

"Look, look! Mr. Li is here too!"

"It's really exciting this time. Mr. Li is a big boss in the antiques circle in Taicheng. Even he came to support the activities here."

"Can I ask Mr. Li to help me identify it later?"

These people talked incessantly, and their voices gradually became louder.

Yang Feng and Murong Wan were standing here at this time, and they were also a little surprised by the identity of the visitor.

While they were thinking about it, Li Shanquan in front was already walking towards them with a large group of people.

It seemed that Li Shanquan had a lot of airs and was accompanied by two bodyguards.

He held his head high along the way and nodded frequently to everyone around him, but after a while he walked in front of Yang Feng and Yang Feng.

"Get out of the way! You're blocking Mr. Li's way!"

The bodyguard scolded Yang Feng in dissatisfaction.

Yang Feng originally wanted to give way, but when he heard this almost commanding scolding, his expression showed a little displeasure.

Yang Feng stood on the spot and said: "Why, such a big road is not enough for him to walk. Is this master of yours an excavator or a Fuxing?"

"You! What did you say!"

The bodyguard didn't expect Yang Feng to be so violent.

Just when he was about to forcefully push Yang Feng away, Li Shanquan saw what Yang Feng was holding.

"Hey, the young man is also here to buy old things, right?"

Li Shanquan asked.