Song Feng nodded and said, "Even if you know how to do business, say the bank card number, and I'll pay you now."

After hearing this, Li Zheng excitedly wanted to shout a few times, what is called making amends, it is not too late, what is said is the current situation.

Boss Mao took the first step, attracted the attention of the two with a fake, and smoothly made a business worth several millions.

After signing the contract, the money and goods are cleared.

Song Feng carried one in one hand and walked out of the antique shop with his head held high.

Yuan Lei followed behind, wanting to ask several times, but he was worried that he would be heard, so he was ready to go a little farther away and ask Song Feng what was going on.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the antique shop, the back foot shop erupted in laughter.

Li Zheng and Boss Mao glanced at each other, with unconcealed pride on their faces.

Walking out of the antique street to the nearby bus stop, Yuan Lei looked around and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, what are you playing? These two things are fakes, and they can't be faked, no, they can't even be called samples, they are modern crafts that can be seen all over the street."

"You spend 10 million on these two things, isn't this taking the initiative to jump into other people's traps?"

Song Feng said lightly: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, the game is not over yet, why are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm curious."

Yuan Lei said: "Mr. Song, I know that your family is not bad for money, but 10 million is not a small amount after all, spend 10 million huge money to buy two things at a cost price, maybe not even a hundred yuan, the loser is not so defeated, if you feel that the money is too hot, you can give me some, I promise to help you spend it cleanly, it is worth the money."

"Wait another ten minutes, and I'll reveal the mystery to you in ten minutes."

Hearing this, Yuan Lei closed his mouth stupidly.

He wanted to see what else could happen in ten minutes.

More than two minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and a boss who was in Li Zheng's antique shop suddenly caught up with a gift box in his hand.

"Wait a minute."

The boss shouted loudly as he ran.

Song Feng turned his head and glanced at Yuan Lei, revealing a deep smile.

"Fortunately, the two of you didn't go far, otherwise our fate would have been broken."

The boss came to the two of them and opened the gift box in his hand, which was a pen.

It is beautifully painted with patterns that look the same material as the previous two crafts.

What happened next, Yuan Lei couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

This boss used the same words as Li Zheng and Boss Mao, and praised the pen in his hand.

After some bargaining, Song Feng bought it for three million.

The boss left satisfied, and Yuan Lei was completely speechless.

In less than five minutes, Song Feng spent another three million.

In his previous life, he must have been a good wealth boy under Guanyin.

However, what Song Feng did next deeply shocked Yuan Lei.

Throw the gift box containing the pen holder into the trash can next to the bus stop, and stand in the sun with the last pen and watch it non-stop.

"Mr. Song, why did you throw them away? It's a shame that you pay 10 million for two things."

Yuan Lei took out the gift box from the trash can distressedly.

Song Feng spends money like running water, even if the two things are fake, but after all, he spent a thousand, and it is good to put it at home as a wake-up call.

Song Feng said with a smile, "If you like it, I will give you two things.

"After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for the Lord to appear."

"Lord?"

Yuan Lei was stunned for a moment, looked at the pen in Song Feng's hand, and said, "Mr. Song, is this what you are talking about?"

"That's right."

Song Feng smiled lightly, "Do you know what this is?"

"Modern crafts."

Yuan Lei rolled his eyes and said.

"The first two things are modern handicrafts, but this thing is not, this is called pen sink, also called pen washing, I have done so much foreshadowing, hooked the greed of these bosses to the extreme, and finally waited for this thing."

"Is it a fine antique?"

Yuan Lei said suspiciously.

Song Feng nodded and said, "This pen wash comes from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, through the above workmanship and my experience analysis, its last owner is the monarch of the Southern Tang Dynasty during the Five Dynasties period, and the later lord Li Yu."

"Li Yu?"

Yuan Lei recalled: "This name is so familiar, it seems that I have heard it somewhere."

Song Feng said, "Of course you have heard his name, it is written in his poetry textbook, how sad can you be.

"Oh, it was him."

Yuan Lei reacted instantly and said, "If this thing is real, how much is it worth?"

Song Feng stretched out his finger, gestured to six, and said, "It's worth at least sixty million, and once you meet someone who knows or likes this kind of antique, the price will be even higher."

Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, like Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty, was an artistic genius.

The talents and attainments of the two in the field of art are extraordinarily talented.

It's just that they make people, and they do what they are not good at doing, the emperor.

From the artist's point of view, the things left behind by the two are the best of antiques, whether it is Li Yu's poems or Song Huizong Zhao Ji's ink treasures.

Once it appears at auction, it often fetches a sky-high price.

On the other hand, the circumstances of the two are extremely similar, they are both kings of the dead country, and they are both prisoners of others, and the end is more tragic than the other.

Invisibly, it adds a touch of sadness and helplessness to the works they left behind.

Song Feng said, "Didn't someone call you? You're not leaving."

"Oops."

Yuan Lei patted his forehead, took out one and said, "Mr. Song, this is my business card, when I am busy with the current matter, we will call again."

Song Feng put away the business card noncommittally, Yuan Lei reached out and stopped a taxi, and quickly left here.

When Yuan Lei left, Song Feng returned to the parking lot, put the newly acquired priceless treasure in the back seat, and drove back to the hotel.

According to the original plan, Song Feng planned to check out and return to Xiangcheng tomorrow.

The next morning, Song Feng put the two things in his suitcase and went to the front desk to check out.

Just as Song Feng walked out of the hotel and was about to stop the car to go to the airport, the phone rang without warning.

"Brother Song, are you still in Jiangcheng now?"

The call was from Qi Lina, asking Song Feng to stay in Jiangcheng for two more days.

She has a good friend in Jiangcheng who has been in trouble lately.

The two were college classmates and hadn't seen each other for many years after graduation.

Now, her good friend has encountered a problem, and the only one who can help her is Song Feng.

"I see, you tell that classmate not to worry, I'll go look for her now, and I'll be there in about half an hour."

Hanging up the phone, Song Feng stopped a taxi and motioned for the driver to take him to a local shopping mall.