"Don't you want to sell it to me?" Yang Yuxin feels a little weird, but at this point, she will no longer use her influence unscrupulously-since she trusts her friends, the other party cannot understand her details.

Understand her bottom line and insist on not selling stone bowls. At this time, she can no longer exert pressure at will.

The so-called identity pressure is enough for one time, more common sense, and it is more likely to cause a rebound.

But she has the heart that she must have. If nothing else, as long as Master Feng values ​​it, she must fight for it.

So she can only change the way and entrust some professionals to investigate the real situation of Smith.

Not long after she learned: Smith is particularly low-key in Beijing, and the social circle is also very narrow.

Although there are a few decent people behind him, he can't get into the relevant circle-or that he is not interested in entering the circle.

Instead, some people want to stifle the character behind him, take the initiative to find his door, and try to get closer to him. So in the circle of the imperial capital, his reputation is not that great, but he is quite reserved.

Just as Yang Yuxin knew each other, Smith also heard that someone with great energy was investigating himself, and he was a little flustered.

Beijing has never lacked people with great energy, but for Smith, he has no illegal behaviors and will not be subject to investigations. There are not many people who are qualified to take targeted measures against him. There are very few.

Soon, he learned that it was the Gu family who initiated the investigation against him—with his information network, it was not enough to understand who the Gu family initiated the investigation against him.

But this is already terrible, but that is the ancient house.

Understand this situation, and Smith dared not continue the Buddhist system anymore-in the circle of Beijing, no one dared to really play the Buddhist system. He found the last person who spoke, and wanted to see the buyer.

Yang Yuxin met with him, it was the next morning-in Beijing, it was very impolite to meet people temporarily, and there was no rule.

In a tea house, Smith saw Yang Yuxin and learned that the other party was the widowed daughter-in-law of Gu's widow. He didn't relax much in his heart, but became more and more nervous.

Because he knew very well that if he was annoyed by Gu Da, it did n’t matter. People ’s identity was there. He probably did n’t care about such trivial matters, and he did n’t care about it. But for some relatives in Gu family, it ’s hard to say. .

These people don't have many taboos. If you don't give others a face, you will probably be hit hard.

Especially the daughter-in-law of the old three, even her husband died, and this is the case in this life. There is no hope, and of course, doing things will be more arbitrary.

So his attitude was very correct. After seeing Yang Yuxin, he politely asked others to avoid it.

Everyone must leave, and Feng Jun was yelled by Yang Yuxin, "You stay."

Others did n’t think much about it. This young man is so handsome that he can be a movie actor. Director Yang likes this one. It ’s quite normal. Anyway, she is a person without a husband. The tolerance of this kind of thing in the circle of Beijing Degree is very high.

How many couples are married for the purpose of Zheng governance, and each plays their own after marriage, who has chewed for this?

As long as Yang Yuxin didn't show Feng Jun's affection everywhere, he wouldn't say anything.

Smith also ignored this "male pet" naturally. In fact, he felt that it was better to have Feng Jun present-otherwise, alone men and widows would be in the same room, and Yang Yuxin would inevitably feel a little insecure. It would be nice to have such a macho with him. .

Seeing everyone retreat, he bowed his hand and said very politely, "Sister, you can scare me, I really did not expect that the customer who wants to buy a stone lamp with me is actually a great **** like you. You must forgive me for being indifferent. "

"It won't scare you," Yang Yuxin said lightly. "I just want to buy the stone lamp in your hand at a reasonable price. It doesn't matter if it's a little premium. I won't mind ... you have to make money too." . "

Smith's face was so painful that he couldn't suffer anymore. "Sister, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you, and I can have a relationship with a great **** like you. I can't ask for it, but the problem is ... The stone lamp is really not in my hand. "

Yang Yuxin's face was heavy, and he looked at him coldly for ten or more seconds before slowly speaking, "I don't like jokes very much. Before, you said that you just don't have the right to dispose."

"Where do I know, do you want to buy?" Smithton screamed, "I can't just ask it alone, I'm telling the truth ... the same is true of antiques."

Yang Yuxin looked at him coldly, "I said, I don't like to joke ... Well, who did the stone lamp sell to?"

Smith hesitated and coughed, "That's it, I heard that you like to collect coins ..."

Said, he came up with a small box, "This is a little careful of me, I hope you like it."

Yang Yuxin didn't look at the brocade box, but just looked at him indifferently, "Do you think I came to you in the autumn wind?"

Smith's mouth twitched, and his heart was horizontal. "I have a Tibetan friend who has a collection of 'Ningyuan Yuanbao'. Within two days, I persuade him to sell this thing. What do you think?"

To Ning Yuanbao ... Yang Yuxin slightly tranced, then looked at him again, with obvious annoyance on his face, "Is it difficult to provoke the person who bought your stone bowl? Or did you intend to tease me?"

"This ..." Smith gritted his teeth for a long time before sighing, "Where am I teasing your guts? I really don't know where that person is, so I'll beg you, will you?"

Yang Yuxin's face cooled down, "I need to confirm ... Is this your final answer?"

Smith hesitated and answered daringly, "That piece of Ning Yuanbao will be sent to your house."

Yang Yuxin raised his eyebrows before he stood up, and he heard Feng Jun coughing, "Mr. Shi, you still have to think carefully about keeping that secret ... is it worth it."

Smith glanced at him lightly, he said that we were talking, and you dare to intervene in the face?

But the next moment, he found that Yang Yuxin didn't yell at the man. He moved a little in his heart, so he answered positively, "This brother, please forgive me for the hidden secrets."

Feng Jun looked at him lightly, "Let me guess, if I guessed right, you don't have to deny it ... Smuggled abroad?"

"Absolutely not!" Smith shook his head and replied very simply, "His mother came back from abroad, knowing what is going on abroad, and if someone is unworthy, he will not do the kind of work that makes cultural relics drain."

"That's ..." Feng Jun's eyes narrowed, and he slowly said, "That person has a very powerful means?"

Smith hesitated, or looked at Yang Yuxin, "Sister, is this friend?"

Yang Yuxin answered with a blank expression, "His words are my words ... By the way, if you want to be friends with him, you still have to work hard."

Smith's eyes suddenly burst into horror—who is this? Sounds even bigger than Yang Yuxin?

Could it be ... he was a little afraid to think about it.

He pondered for a long time before he tentatively asked, "I don't know what this brother is calling?"

"You don't need to ask," Yang Yuxin waved his hand impatiently, "Just say, do you want to say ... I remind you that if you offended me, you might not have too many problems, he is not satisfied By the way, although China is big, there is no place for you to hide! "

Smith more and more determined that this handsome young man may be the legendary Jin Yiwei, and his heart was straight, "It ’s not that I do n’t want to say, I really dare not say ... that person ’s means are very powerful, beyond your imagination!"

"Hehe," Feng Jun smiled, and with a move, a pot of rich trees flew into the sky, and slowly flew towards him.

This is a fortune tree used for decoration in the private room. The plant is not particularly large, but the diameter of the flower pot has reached half a meter, and the plant is 1.8 meters high. It slowly and slowly fell into his hand.

There is no need to care about the total weight of this flower pot with flowers and soil. It is too scary to just say that his hand is exposed.

Feng Jun leaned on the fortune tree with one hand and looked at the other party with a smile, "Is this so powerful?"

Smith's eyes glared at the boss, looking at him horrifyingly, "You, you ... you Jinyiwei still have this kind of talent?"

Feng Jun frowned slightly, and said unhappyly, "Why are you always asking? Answering the question directly ... is it really difficult?"

Smith was silent, and he sighed for a long time, "Why do you want to pull me, my devil, when you fairies fight?"

"You're wrong," Feng Jun answered rightfully, "It's not our gods fighting, but the original owner of this thing, who wants to sell me. UU reading www.uukanshu.com You insert a bar horizontally, from the original The Lord took this thing forcibly ... Now, you tell me that you are innocent? "

The more he talked, the more he raised his hand and pointed at the other party. "I rarely threaten others because I am used to doing it. Now I must tell you ... You are not innocent. You have provoked me. Don't continue to test my patience."

"It's my business!" Smith cried out in a panic. "It's just that someone asked me to buy this stone lamp. I also bought it for money, but it was just a hand."

Feng Jun sneered, throwing his hand, the pot of rich trees flew back slowly, and landed there steadily, "White gloves are innocent?"

Yang Yuxin also snorted, "This thing, you got it wrong, how much did it cost?"

Smith hesitated and answered honestly, "Two or two hundred thousand."

"Hey," Feng Jun laughed angrily, really pitiful and hateful, "I don't quite understand antiques ... How much is Ning Yuanbao?"

"Priceless," Yang Yuxin answered very simply, "The key is that no one sells, if someone sells, 20 million is the bottom line, and 100 million is normal."

Feng Jun looked at Smith with great interest, "You do not hesitate to contact the tens of millions of collections, in order to conceal the whereabouts of the stone lamp ... Do you think this thing can be bought by you for two hundred thousand?"

Smithton was speechless-this logic really does not hold.

Silenced for a long time, he sighed sighingly, then arched his hand at Feng Jun, "I don't know where this master is from?"