Qin Wuming's friend is called Zhao Yankuo, and he was drinking tea quietly at this time, and his eyes also fell on Feng Qingyan's body, and he didn't care about the bids of the others.

After a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Nameless, what's the origin of this friend of yours?"

"Ordinary people. Qin Wuming said.

Zhao Yankuo nodded, and then his eyes fell on the "Shrimp Play", to be precise, on the word "cyclamen". At this time, the bid had already reached 270 million, and then he finally spoke: "300 million." ”

When he exited, the others stopped.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on him, and Feng Qingyan's eyes also fell on him. To be honest, 300 million is not low, far exceeding the ideal price when he went out.

After a while, no one spoke.

Zhao Yankuo nodded slightly to everyone, and then walked to put away the "Shrimp Play". At this moment, the few people invited by Zhou Lao also stood up, said a few kind words and turned to leave. Zhao Yankuo put away the "Shrimp Play", walked up to Feng Qingyan, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello Mr. Feng, Zhao Yankuo is below." ”

"Hello Mr. Zhao. ”

Feng Qingyan shook hands with him.

At this time, Zhao Yankuo groaned for a while, and said with some apologies: "Mr. Feng, I'm really sorry, I have a reluctant request below." ”

Feng Qingyan glanced at Zhao Yankuo, and then said, "Please speak." ”

"300 million is a large amount, and no one can take it out at once, can you tolerate it for a few days? After all, this matter is really in a hurry, and there is not so much liquidity prepared for a while. Of course, I will definitely be able to come up with 50 million in cash now, and the remaining 250 million, can I go down and prepare for it?" Zhao Yankuo said after a moment of silence.

Feng Qingyan also nodded when he heard this, if he didn't prepare in advance, even those large companies that went public would not be able to come up with 300 million liquidity at once.

"Thank you. ”

Zhao Yankuo nodded, and then made a phone call.

In less than twenty minutes, a middle-aged man in his early forties walked in, also dressed in a formal suit, carrying a briefcase in his hand.

"Mr. Zhao, the contract is ready. When the middle-aged man walked in, he gestured to the crowd and pulled out a stack of papers from his briefcase.

Zhao Yankuo took the document and looked at it, then nodded.

At this time, the middle-aged man identified himself, and also gave Feng Qingyan a stack of documents, and said: "Mr. Feng, this is a contract, please take a look, if there is any problem, please bring it up." ”

Feng Qingyan took a look, and there was no problem, so under the witness of Zhou Lao, he signed his name.

After Zhao Yankuo also signed his name, he stood up and said, "Mr. Feng, the remaining 250 million, I will pay your account five times within a month according to the contract." ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan also received a text message from the bank, and 50 million had arrived.

"Old Zhou, there is still something to deal with next, so I will leave first. Next time, I will definitely come to the door to make amends, please forgive me. Zhao Yankuo said with some apologies, then nodded at Qin Wuming and Feng Qingyan, and left in a hurry with "Shrimp Play".

After the middle-aged man took care of everything, he motioned to everyone and left with his briefcase.

Next, Feng Qingyan, Zhou Lao, and Qin Wuming continued to drink tea.

However, Zhou Lao refused to accept Feng Qingyan's commission, but asked Feng Qingyan to make him tea a few times.

"Old Zhou, if you have time to come to my Qingshan Village, there is a spiritual spring in my village, which is refreshing and sweet, and the tea brewed is different, which can make people have an endless aftertaste. At this time, Feng Qingyan said.

"Is this really the case?" Zhou Lao was a little interested.

"Is there one?" Qin Wuming was also stunned for a moment, and then the fox asked, "Why didn't you use the spiritual spring to soak flowers last time I went to your house?"

"It wasn't long ago. Feng Qingyan smiled.

At this time, Zhao Yankuo drove to a courtyard house.

The environment of the courtyard is beautiful, but also very quiet, quite a bit of "deep courtyard" taste.

Zhao Yankuo walked into the courtyard with "Shrimp Play" and came to the backyard.

In a pavilion in the backyard, a gray-robed middle-aged man sat quietly, who looked to be in his early forties, similar to Zhao Yankuo.

His breath was very calm, as calm as water, motionless.

In front of him, a long sword sang.

Zhao Yankuo walked up to the pavilion, sat down cross-legged, and shouted: "Third uncle." ”

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and two terrifying rays of light burst out.

"What?"

The gray-robed middle-aged man asked.

Zhao Yankuo smiled and didn't speak, just slowly opened the "Shrimp Play".

The gray-robed middle-aged man frowned slightly, but when he saw the word "cyclamen" on "Shrimp Play", he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Where did you find it?"

Zhao Yankuo said slightly, and then asked, "Third uncle, who is this cyclamen?"

"You don't have to know. The gray-robed middle-aged man said.

Zhao Yankuo couldn't help but smile bitterly, he vaguely knew that the third uncle had been looking for this "cyclamen", so he did not hesitate to buy this "shrimp play" related to the "cyclamen" at a high price, which was supposed to be the third uncle's 50th birthday gift.

"Give this painting to the merchant. The gray-robed middle-aged man said with a deep groan.

Zhao Yankuo's brows furrowed slightly, and he said suspiciously: "What do you mean by giving it to the merchant?"

"A heart. The gray-robed middle-aged man said.

Zhao Yankuo frowned, a little puzzled, and asked, "What do you want?"

"In the whole world, there are only two people who can save the girl from the merchant. The gray-robed middle-aged man said slowly.

"Third uncle, you wouldn't say that one of them is this 'cyclamen', right?"

Zhao Yankuo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "As far as I know, this 'cyclamen' is a figure from the Republic of China period, how can he still live until now?"

"Ignorance. ”

The gray-robed middle-aged man snorted coldly, and then said, "Others can't, but he definitely can." ”

"It's not strange to live to be more than a hundred years old. Zhao Yankuo nodded, and then asked curiously, "Third uncle, who is this 'cyclamen'?"

"You don't have to know. The gray-robed middle-aged man said.

"Okay. ”

Zhao Yankuo nodded and asked, "Who is the other person?"

"The man from twenty-five years ago. The gray-robed middle-aged man said quietly, and then shook his head, "It's a pity that he died." ”

"Third uncle, you always say that the person from twenty-five years ago, who is that person?" Zhao Yankuo heard "the person twenty-five years ago" several times from the mouths of several terrifying characters.

But they just don't say who that person is.

"You don't have to know. The gray-robed middle-aged man said.

"Okay. ”

Zhao Yankuo was a little helpless and a little speechless.

"Just send the painting and someone will understand. The gray-robed middle-aged man said.

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PS: Guess who the cyclamen is, and who was that person 25 years ago?