Lin Feng called Xu Yao and asked her if any old friends had contacted her.

Because Lin Feng and Xu Yao were already getting married, Lin Feng's friends, Xu Yao also knew each other, Xu Yao had never changed her number, and it was still very possible for old friends to contact Lin Feng through her.

However, after asking Xu Yao, Xu Yao said no.

After Lin Feng disappeared that year, several of his friends also asked about Lin Feng's situation one after another, but after three or four years, there was no news.

Most of them felt that Lin Feng should have passed away.

Put away your phone.

Lin Feng returned to Vice President Qi and continued shopping.

Since the other party has Lin Feng's mobile phone number, Lin Feng has already returned, and he knows that he and that old friend will be able to get in touch sooner or later.

He wasn't in a hurry.

During the day, there is basically nothing to be gained from the antique market.

Although the real thing is indeed not a few, there is no thing that can enter Lin Feng's eyes, and there are no things that can enter Lin Feng's eyes within a thousand yuan.

Vice President Qi asked Xu Jingcheng about the harvest there.

Xu Jingcheng didn't make a move.

Today happens to be the weekend, and in the evening, there is the biggest ghost market of the week.

Xu Jingcheng saw a pen holder before, and it was okay, he could win it within 1,000 yuan, and it would not be a problem to increase the market price tenfold, and the valuation could be 10,000 or 20,000. However, he felt that it was impossible for such a small leak to win Lin Feng.

Therefore, Xu Jingcheng is waiting for the ghost market at night.

And for Lin Feng.

Even if he used a thousand yuan to buy antiques, he wouldn't just buy something.

If in this market, he can't use the money to buy the antiques he wants, Lin Feng would rather give up this competition, this is Lin Feng's principle of buying and selling antiques by himself.

Night falls.

The Jinling antique market is brightly lit.

On the streets and alleys, if you come late, you don't even have a place to set up a stall.

Compared with the daytime, the things on these antique streets have grown several times at a rate that is directly visible to the naked eye.

Although there are many people, this ghost market is quiet.

Occasionally, someone asks for a price, but it doesn't say much.

That's how to buy things in the ghost market, buy them if you like them, don't discuss, don't ask about the origin, but you can negotiate the price, you don't talk much, and the voice is very small.

This is a rule that has been circulating in the antique ghost market since the Qing Dynasty.

But anyone who is a real insider knows this.

Lin Feng walked along the roadside stalls, watching as he walked. Look at the book

The most prosperous time in the ghost market is at night, and there are indeed a lot of good things on these stalls at night.

There were a few things, Lin Feng glanced at them more, but those things, he didn't need to pick them up, he knew that they were genuine, maybe within a thousand yuan, he could take them, but the real market valuation of those objects would not exceed 50,000 yuan.

It's a drain, but it's too small.

This is completely inconsistent with Lin Feng's own pursuit of antiques.

He doesn't play for the sake of playing.

Afterwards.

Lin Feng saw a piece of porcelain in a very remote local stall on the antique street, and the estimated value should be able to break 200,000 yuan.

It was a pen wash, and it was the real product of the kiln, but the other party put that thing in the middle of a mess of fakes very casually, and there was no protection for that porcelain.

The stall owner should not know that it is the genuine product of the Song Dynasty Brother Kiln Pen Wash.

It's a pity that this wash still can't meet Lin Feng's requirements.

Lin Feng's eyesight is incomparable, after seven years of tempering, even a femme fatale is willing to bow down, even before he walked to the stall, he had already seen this pen wash.

He whispered and said to Qi Fengshou.

"Vice President Qi, in that stall, there is a Song Dynasty brother kiln pen wash, it is estimated that it can be sold for 200,000 yuan, you go and buy it, put it in that pile of fakes, sooner or later it will be damaged!"

Qi Fengshou next to him was stunned for a moment,

asked Lin Feng in a low voice.

"You don't?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"Don't."

Qi Fengshou said again.

"In that stall, the other porcelains are not worth much, and within a thousand yuan, you can definitely take them!"

Vice President Qi felt that Lin Feng might think that the stall owners within a thousand would not sell, so he said that, but Lin Feng said.

"You can take it, but it's not good."

Hearing this, Qi Fengshou looked at Lin Feng in a daze, and his eyes were like looking at a monster.

1,000 yuan, picking up 200,000 yuan of brother kiln pen washing, is it not enough?

This result may be enough for Xu Jingcheng to lose this competition.

Vice President Qi confirmed it again.

"Mr. Lin, you really don't want to?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"Really."

Then.

Vice President Qi walked to the front of the stall and began to look casually, at first he didn't wash it with a kiln pen, but then he picked it up, and he also looked at it casually and put it down.

A meal of operation, very Jianghu, the technique is old and spicy.

"These pieces, 2,000 yuan, are they out?"

The stall owner was wearing a black peaked cap, not very old, about the same as Lin Feng, sitting on a small horse, playing games and playing very high, hearing someone asking, the man stopped and glanced at the porcelain that Qi Fengshou pointed to.

"Okay, I'll pack it for you!"

The other party actually agreed very quickly, normally speaking, the stall owner must shout the price up, lift it to the highest point that the customer can accept, and then stop.

So Qi Fengshou was also a little surprised.

"Thank you so much, little brother!"

Among the few pieces of porcelain that Qi Fengshou refers to, there is that brother kiln porcelain.

Behind.

Lin Feng looked at the stall owner seriously, staring at his face.

The reason why he reacted this way was because, the stall owner just said, okay, I'll pack it for you, the voice is very familiar.

Lin Feng didn't quite believe that there would be such a coincidence.

But that voice was one of his best iron buddies back then.

Carefully identifying it at this moment, Lin Feng also saw that it was him.

"Iron Eggs! Is that you?"

Lin Feng asked.

Tie Dan'er is a nickname, his real name is Chen Tiesheng, he grew up in an alley with Lin Feng, after graduating from high school, he didn't go to a school, but after graduation, he often got together with Lin Feng, and the relationship was very iron.

Back then, Lin Feng was drunk on the eve of the wedding, and Chen Tiesheng was also present.

Later, when Lin Feng woke up, he was locked in the dark room of that villa.

Over there.

Chen Tiesheng, who was holding his mobile phone and preparing to receive the transfer, looked up at Lin Feng.

He was stunned on the spot.

Then, he blinked a few times, and then, couldn't help but ask.

"Madman, are you really alive?"

"I thought you were dead, so many years, why didn't you contact your buddy? Do you know that I have been to your house many times to look for you, and your family has said that you may have passed away, and I called you for three years......

Chen Tiesheng said, his voice couldn't help it, and he choked up.

He came over and hugged Lin Feng.

Vice President Qi was stunned on the spot, completely unaware of what was going on.

Then, Chen Tiesheng wiped away his tears and asked.

"Crazy, what happened to you back then?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath and said.

"It's a long story, I'll have time to chat with you."

"Oh, by the way, I got two text messages on my phone, did you send them?"