Worried that the duck flew, Lin Jiajia couldn't think about Song Feng's intentions.

Immediately show the payment code.

A moment later, the mechanical synthesized sound rang on Lin Jiajia's mobile phone.

Personal account received 100,000 yuan.

Seeing the extra number in the account balance, Lin Jiajia finally showed a smile on her face.

100,000 yuan, maintaining her basic expenses for a month.

Although there is a big gap with Lin Jiajia's expectations, fortunately, it was not in vain.

The ancient painting, which was only worth 5,000 yuan, was bought by Song Feng at a high price of 100,000 yuan.

Song Feng either had water in his head, or he was obsessed with ghosts.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, you don't suffer.

Song Feng said, "Mr. Wang, in addition to appraising the antiques brought by the guests for free, will the exhibition also purchase antiques?"

"Of course."

Mr. Wang nodded and said, "Could it be that Mr. Song also has antiques for sale here?" If it's a good thing, Wang will inevitably buy it at a high price."

Song Feng shook the ancient painting in his hand and said, "Far away in the sky, close in front of me, I plan to sell it to Mr. Wang."

"What did you say?"

Mr. Wang was taken aback, and the onlookers were also shocked.

Song Feng is joking, right?

Experts have already identified that this painting is only worth 5,000 yuan, and Song Feng bought it for 100,000 yuan.

He even wanted to sell it to Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang was speechless and said, "Mr. Song, are you joking?"

Song Feng said calmly, "I'm not kidding, I do plan to sell it to you, as for the price. Ten million is enough."

"10 Million !!"

Mr. Wang's eyes were about to pop out of his eyes.

Was Song Feng confused? Why are you talking crazy every word?

Wang Miaoxue kept glancing at Song Feng and signaled Song Feng not to mess around here.

It is clear to everyone that this painting is only worth five thousand.

Song Feng's upper and lower lips moved, and he actually asked Mr. Wang for 10 million, what is the matter if he is not crazy?

"Hahaha, Song Feng, Song Feng, I thought you were a powerful character, but it turned out to be a brain-dead."

Lin Jiajia sarcastically said.

Song Fengli ignored Lin Jiajia and stepped to the appraisal position.

The ancient painting in his hand is opened, and the content is the same as before.

Several experts sitting in chairs looked at each other.

No one can figure out what medicine Song Feng sells in the gourd.

"If you can take out 100,000 yuan at a time to prove that this person is not a cat or a dog, how can there be a bad head?"

"Dude, who told you that rich people don't get mentally ill? On the contrary, many mentally ill people are wealthy people who suffer a lot of stress every day, so it's no wonder that they are in good spirits."

"It doesn't make sense, Mr. Wang kindly reminded this person to think twice, the young man didn't say thank you to Mr. Wang, and he shouldn't make such a big joke with Mr. Wang."

"Song Feng ......"

Ten minutes ago, when he asked Song Feng about the son-in-law of the Great Fifth Emperor Qian, he muttered to himself.

"My God! Do you know who he is?"

After a while, the young boy looked at Song Feng with a monster-like gaze.

The guests around were taken aback and said, "Who is he? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but I've heard his name."

The young boy was stunned and said, "Do you know the Song family in Kyoto?"

"It's the family that was originally just a third-rate family, but under the leadership of the third young master of their family, it only took a few months to rise to a first-tier wealthy family?"

"Could it be that he is a certain son of the Song family?"

"Holy! He can't be the third son of the Song family, right?"

The guests were amazed this time.

The history of the Song family in Kyoto is definitely a legend among legends.

More than a year ago, the Song family in Kyoto was just a third-rate family.

In terms of overall strength, even the Lin family in Jiangcheng can't compare.

The Lin family is also a second-tier wealthy family, and its assets are far above the Song family.

The third son of the Song family, who was regarded as a gentleman and a parasite of a wealthy family, only took a few months to get the Song family out of the hat of a third-rate family.

With a speed comparable to that of a rocket, he surpassed other families and became the top wealthy family in Kyoto.

According to the grapevine, the third son of the Song family was instructed by a master and learned a lot of unique skills in identifying antiques.

Through the continuous purchase of antiques, it helped the Song family to improve its overall strength and gained a lot of profits and market share in the antique market.

Change the business policy of the Song family and concentrate funds to further develop in the antique industry.

Up to now, seventy percent of the market share of Kyoto's antiques market has been firmly held by the Song family.

The young boy ran to Song Feng and said, "You are the legendary third son of the Song family, right?"

Song Feng smiled faintly and said, "He's not a legend, just an ordinary person."

"No, no, no, you're a legend!"

The young boy gave a thumbs up and said in a tone of adoration: "I admire you so much, you are also a rich son, it only took you a few months to bring the family into the ranks of the first-line wealthy families, compared to you, we peers can be used as waste wood."

"You were deceived by him, Song Feng is not the third son of the Song family at all."

Lin Jiajia also heard the rumors about Song Feng, and she didn't believe it when she was killed, this bastard in front of her, who was against her every day, would be the legendary young master of the Song family.

It must be the same name and surname.

Or Song Feng deliberately pretended to be the identity of the third son of the Song family, so as to put gold on his face.

Wang Miaoxue was stunned and said, "Are you really the third son of the Song family?"

Song Feng said with a smile, "You think I am, I am."

"If you don't believe it like Lin Jiajia, it doesn't matter."

"Please be quiet!"

It is not only Lin Jiajia and Wang Miaoxue who have doubts about Song Feng's identity.

Mr. Wang was also hesitant.

In his mind, if Song Feng was really the legendary third son of the Song family, he should be in Beijing to manage the family business at this time.

The more important the person's status, the less easily he can leave the base camp.

This is clear to the guests.

Song Feng is not in Kyoto to manage the huge industry of the Song family, why did he come to Jiangcheng?

Even if Song Feng came over, he would inevitably be hugging each other and making a fuss.

Mr. Wang had never heard of the Song family coming to Jiangcheng, let alone heard that the third son of the Song family was low-key.

But then again, if Song Feng is not the third son of the Song family, how dare he pretend to be the third son?

The Song family is a first-line wealthy family in Kyoto, once they know that someone is pretending to be the third son of the Song family.

What awaits Song Feng will be a catastrophe.

Puzzled, Mr. Wang decided to wait and see.

Song Feng said that this ancient painting, which is only worth 5,000 yuan, can be turned into a superb antique worth 10 million.

Mr. Wang quietly probed Song Feng's hole cards.

"Mr. Song asked for 10 million, Wang can take it, but I'm curious, how do you plan to change its value from 5,000 yuan to 10 million?"