A treasure-appraisal maniac

Arriving on the ninth floor of Xinxing Building, Gao Feng was a little confused by the reporters' attitude towards Lu Fei.

After entering the hall and seeing the situation clearly, Gao Feng completely doubted his life.

Not only him, but also his master Kong Fanlong frowned.

The Xiangshan Auction Hall was temporarily converted into a press conference hall.

More than two hundred journalists gathered in the middle area B stand.

The open space in the front row and the aisles on both sides were filled with cameras.

Including the long guns and short cannons in the hands of reporters, they were all pointed at the stage.

A row of long tables were temporarily placed on the auction stage, with painting tubes, pens and paper, and name tags placed on the tables.

An eight-meter-long red advertising poster hangs high at the back.

There is a row of large golden characters written on the advertising cloth.

"Kong Fanlong Archaeological Foundation, press conference."

boom--

Seeing these words, the three brothers Guan Haishan were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out.

Kong Fanlong frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Boy, what's going on?"

"You give me the money and I'll hold it hot."

"After careful consideration, I have decided to set up an archaeological foundation. I wish you a helping hand."

"How's it going? Are you surprised or surprised?"

The old man gritted his teeth and hummed in a nasal voice.

"It's really surprising."

"Old man, you don't need to praise me, this is what I should do."

"hehe!"

"Boy, if you use my name as a gimmick without my permission, does this count as infringement?" Kong Fanlong said.

"Of course it counts!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will sue you?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Why?"

"Because I know you can't do it."

"I'm here to help you, how could you sue me?"

"What if I have to sue you?"

"Then I'm not afraid either!"

"Ninety-two billion is enough compensation."

"Otherwise, I'll give you all the money, so I'll have more peace of mind."