The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei's eyebrows twitched, thinking it wouldn't be so coincidental, would it?

I was still worried about an accident just now, but I didn't expect it to happen?

"Is it okay?" Yang Fei asked.

When Mo Ming saw him asking people first, not the car, he warmed his heart and said, "It's not a crash, it's her who caused the trouble."

Mo Rongchao frowned, "This Miaomiao is getting more and more out of character. I have learned some exquisite mischief in foreign countries for several years, and I always like to take the foreign set and misbehave in China! What is she doing this time? Good thing?"

Mo Ming worried about his younger sister and said, "Someone sells an antique, and I don't know how to let her run into it. She glanced at it and insisted that it was fake and that others should not use fakes to cheat people. During the dispute, She smashed the other's antique."

"Heh!" Mo Rongchao didn't know what to say, and sneered. "She got into trouble and only knew to call back for help? Don't pay attention to her, let her solve it by herself!"

Mo Ming said: "Dad, I am worried that she will be bullied, so I will go to her."

Yang Fei said: "With Ma Feng, I believe that Miao Miao can't stand any grievances."

Mo Ming said: "Let me tell you, how many of these domestic antique sellers sell real ones? It's a good one, maybe they are really fake antiques. Mr. Yang, do you understand antiques? Can you come with me? Go and see?"

Yang Fei groaned: "I don't understand, but I can go and see with you."

Mo Rongchao said, "Mr. Yang, don't worry about the children."

Yang Fei said, "Boss Mo, let's talk about it today. We will discuss the specific cooperation details. I happened to be in Miss Mo's car."

Mo Rongchao stood up and said, "Mr. Yang and I hit it off right away, please keep in touch with each other in the future."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Okay, I have a chance to get together."

Mo Ming and Yang Fei got into her white Ferrari, started the car, and went to find Mo Miao.

"Where are they?" Yang Fei asked.

"Said it was at the night market in Qianmen." Mo Ming said gratefully, "Mr. Yang, thank you."

Yang Fei said, "I didn't help you at all."

Mo Ming said, "If you are willing to come with me, you will help me."

When I came to the Qianmen Night Market, I saw a group of people surrounded by the intersection with a loud voice.

Yang Fei heard a mysterious high voice all the way away.

Hearing his sister's voice, Mo Ming calmed down, smiled and shook his head: "It's really worrying!"

The two squeezed into the crowd, only to see a blue and white porcelain broken on the ground, and they were arguing with a thin man.

Ma Feng stood beside Mo Miao, and when he saw Yang Fei, he took a step forward and shouted in a low voice: "Little Fei."

Yang Fei nodded: "What's the matter?"

"We drove past here. Miss Mo thinks that her long hair is too fluttering. She was going to buy a hair band. As soon as she entered the night market, she saw this person selling antiques. Miss Mo took a look and said that the antique was fake. Customers don’t want to buy. Where is the seller willing? A dispute arose, and Miss Mo smashed the porcelain bottle in anger."

"Have personality, um, what did the other party say? How much do you want to lose?"

"He said it was a blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, asking for one hundred thousand."

"If it is really a blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, how can one buy it for 100,000? It shows that it is definitely a fake."

"Yes, Fei Shao, everyone is a discerning person, and at first glance they say that this thing is fake. But the antique thing, relying solely on eyesight, the other party insisted that it was uploaded by the ancestor, and it must be 100,000."

At this time, Mo Ming and Mo Miao stood side by side, arguing with the thin man together.

The thin man squeezed his voice and sneered: "You said that so much is useless. If you have the ability to smash things, you should have the capital to pay for it! I think you drive luxury cars, can't you get 100,000 yuan? I really didn’t ask for a high price. Let me tell you that if this porcelain bottle is sold in Panjiayuan, let alone one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand will be collected!"

Yang Fei stepped forward and said with a smile: "Since it is worth 500,000, why do you want to come here to sell for 100,000? Aren't you at a loss?"

The thin man was startled and said, "I'm in a hurry to use money! This is an heirloom uploaded by my ancestor!"

Yang Fei said, "You don't understand when you look at it. Even if this bottle is from the Yuan Dynasty, people used this bottle at that time, which is a common utensil for flower arrangement and wine. Who bought a bottle as a family heirloom? We are modern Many artifacts used by people are still antiques after a thousand years, but no one will buy a bowl or bottle now, put it on the shelf, and wait to become a family heirloom, right?"

Everyone laughed, thinking that Yang Fei made sense.

The thin man was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"

Yang Fei said, "I am their friend! How much your bottle is worth, I believe you know it! I know a famous antique dealer, or ask him to come over and palm? If this is really the blue and white of the Yuan Dynasty, Don't say one hundred thousand, even five hundred thousand, if I don't say anything, I will pay you immediately!"

His tone sank, and he said with a cold face: "But, if this is a fake, then you will not only have no money to compensate, but you will also have to punish you for a crime of selling fakes! A hundred thousand yuan worth of fakes is enough for a criminal case! "

The thin man wiped his face and said with a slick mouth: "It depends on who you hire to appraise! The average appraiser's level is very limited."

Yang Fei said, "Fu Heng, Master Fu, do you know each other?"

The face of the thin man was uncertain: "Master Fu? Do you know Master Fu?"

Yang Fei said indifferently: "Don't just know each other? I often eat together with him."

The thin man could not help but hesitate when he saw him say so confidently: "You are such a young man, you really know Master Fu? Don't lie to me! Hmph, I tell you, I set up a stall here every day! People in this area, who don’t know My Ma Er? When did my Ma Er sell fakes?"

Yang Fei stretched out his hand, and Ma Feng respectfully handed it to Big Brother.

"Ma Er, right? I'm calling Master Fu now. If he comes over and finds out that this is a fake, he will send you to the Public Security Bureau immediately!" Yang Fei sneered, "I really hope you are the ground snake on this site, the best The relationship with the police is also good, otherwise you will be sentenced to at least several years if you go in!"

Ma Er was startled first, and then struck his neck and said, "Do you think my Ma Er was scared?"

Yang Fei called Fu Heng.

Fu Ying was the one who answered the call.

When Fu Ying heard Yang Fei's voice, she immediately said excitedly: "Hey, little liar, where are you?"

Yang Fei thought silently~www.ltnovel.com~ When did I become a little liar?

"Miss Fu, is your father here?"

"Yes! Wait, let's clarify our affairs first!"

"What's the matter between us?"

"That day, you said that you asked me to eat small noodles in the morning, why didn't you come? It made me wait for you for more than an hour! I went to your school to find you, but you were not there!"

"This? I just said that if you want to eat small noodles, come eat it in the morning. I didn't say that I want to eat with you. That's it. I'll give you two yuan as if you are going to eat small noodles. "

"Yang Fei! Do you think I have no money for small noodles? You bully people!"

With that, she hung up the phone in anger.

Yang Fei looked at the phone in amazement and smiled wryly.

Ma Er was proud: "Can't you call someone? Hehe, then lose money!"