In the next two days, Song Feng thought of all the methods he could think of.

They called their local friends in Xiangcheng and asked them to do their best to find the bronze tripods that were handed down during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Time does not necessarily have to be limited to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the bronze tripods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties are better.

"Mr. Song, there's news!"

At noon on the third day, the raptor rushed into the Rejuvenation Hall out of breath and pulled Song Feng out of breath. qδ.net

When he came to the street, Song Feng stopped and said, "What's the news? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The dragon took a deep breath and said, "Didn't Mr. Song ask me to help you find the bronze tripod of the Shang and Zhou dynasties or the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? One of my younger brothers just told me that he had inquired about it."

"A few years ago, Wen Qianqiu participated in an auction and is said to have bought a bronze tripod from the Zhou Dynasty at the auction."

"Wen Qianqiu?!"

Song Feng's face changed and asked, "Is the news confirmed?"

"Sure."

The Raptors lowered their heads.

It is 100% certain that a few years ago, Wen Qianqiu really sold the bronze tripod at auction.

As for whether something is real or fake, the Raptors dare not guarantee it.

One more thing.

After Wen Qianqiu died, all the assets, including the things he bought, fell into the hands of Yang Wen.

In other words, this bronze tripod, which originally belonged to Wen Qianqiu, has now become Yang Wen's private property.

"Yang Wen ......"

Song Feng took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back.

The raptor quickly followed and said, "Mr. Song, what are you hesitating about? Let's go find Yang Wen, that guy is a fierce and introverted character, just scare and scare, and he will definitely hand over the bronze tripod to us."

"It's not that simple."

Song Feng said: "Yang Wen is indeed a fierce and introverted character, but it doesn't mean that he has no brains."

"Forget it, you don't have to worry about this matter, I'll meet him alone."

Seeing off the Raptors, Song Feng sorted out his clothes and drove to Yang Wen's villa.

Seeing that Song Feng was coming again, the guards guarding the door were half frightened to death, and they all rushed into the villa to report the news.

Song Feng walked into the living room of the villa as if he had entered a no-man's land.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked at Yang Wen who was trembling.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not here to trouble you, I need your help with something."

Yang Wen, who was wearing a plaster cast in his right hand, forced out a smile and said, "Mr. Song is too polite, what can you not help, if there is anything you command, I will definitely go all out."

"You can do it."

Song Feng glanced at the bodyguards behind Yang Wen and said, "These people."

"Understood, understood."

Yang Wen waved his hand and said, "You go out, no one is allowed to come in without my order."

Hearing this, dozens of bodyguards left the living room.

With only two people left in the living room, Song Feng sat on the sofa, stilted Erlang's legs and said, "I came here to find something, I heard that a few years ago, Wen Qianqiu bought a bronze tripod at the auction, and after he died, everything fell into your hands, I guess this bronze tripod is also here with you, right?"

"Bronze Ding? Mr. Song, wait a moment and let me reminisce."

Yang Wen said cautiously, "Wen Qianqiu has a lot of tattered things in his house, I need to think about it."

"Yes."

Song Feng waited for Yang Wen without saying a word.

After thinking about it for about five minutes, Yang Wen slapped his forehead and said, "I remembered, there is this thing, Wen Qianqiu that guy likes to be vassally elegant, and he has a lot of ancient texts, both true and false, I don't understand the doorway in this regard, so I threw all the things he bought into the basement."

After speaking, Yang Wen said quietly, "Mr. Song, do you want this bronze tripod?"

"I'm interested, but I want to know if it's real or not.

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The antiques industry is deep enough to drown people, and even the big auction houses often break out scandals about the sale of fakes.

If Song Feng took it back directly, in case he received a fake, not only would he not be able to succeed in alchemy, but he would also hurt himself.

The fake bronze tripod can't withstand the blessing of true qi, and it won't take long for it to explode.

"No problem, Mr. Song, come with me."

At this moment, Yang Wen faced Song Feng with three points of hatred and seven points of fear.

The master who was found by him to deal with Song Feng was unable to act because of personal matters.

At this time, if you anger Song Feng, maybe today next year will be your death day.

Last time, Yang Wen paid nearly 300 million to the Raptors, and a large amount of money was lost, which was not bad for a bronze tripod.

Song Feng was very interested in this bronze tripod, and he would take it away directly after a while.

Stabilize Song Feng first, wait until the master comes, and then there will be revenge and revenge.

"Where's the thing?!"

Yang Wen took Song Feng into the basement, where a large number of antiques were placed, but he didn't see the bronze tripod.

Song Feng said with an unhappy expression, "Didn't you say that the bronze tripod was placed in the basement? Where's the stuff?"

"Mr. Song, don't worry, he must have taken it."

Yang Wen has not only the basement key, but also his personal assistant.

Two days ago, Yang Wen was injured by Song Feng and has been recuperating in the hospital.

I came back early this morning, and it is estimated that the assistant took advantage of his absence to take away the bronze tripod placed in the basement.

Sure enough, Yang Wen took out his mobile phone and called the assistant, who readily admitted that he took the bronze tripod.

But it was definitely not a private swallow, it was to help Yang Wen sell it at a good price.

"You sold the bronze tripod?"

Yang Wen was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "Who allowed you to sell it? You bastard is getting bolder, and you can call the shots for me without me!"

The assistant's aggrieved voice came from the phone.

"Even if the boss lends me a gut, I don't dare to make the decision for you, it's too much for the customer, do you know how much he spent on the bronze tripod?"

"How much?"

Yang Wen asked.

"Five billion."

"How many !!"

Yang Wen listened directly to the stupid.

The bronze tripod placed in the basement, whether it is made of bronze or gold, how can it be so valuable.

Even if it is made of gold, it is not worth five billion.

Song Feng's heart moved, and he interjected, "Yang Wen, you ask your assistant, is the person who bought the bronze tripod a foreigner?" Isn't it Thomstone, a well-known local tycoon?"

The assistant gave a clear answer, and it was indeed Tomston who bought it.

Song Feng secretly scolded himself, he didn't expect that Thomston would play tricks in this regard.

Two days ago, Thomton, who was trained by Song Feng to be bloody, never gave up.

Angry to angry, Thomston listened to the meaning of Song Feng's words.

The heirloom bronze tripod is not only in the hand.

For 5,000 years, there are countless rare antiquities that have been handed down from ancient times to the present.

Thomston used the money in his hand to buy the bronze tripod on a large scale, and forced Song Feng to submit in another way.

Although the bronze tripod was snatched away, judging from Thomston's actions, the bronze tripod snatched by him must be genuine.

If it was fake, Thomston wouldn't have spent two billion on it.