I saw the hidden message at the beginning, I sent the school beauty to jail

[Help him to identify treasures and gain a firm foothold in Songtao Pavilion. You can profit from it and get huge benefits]

[The person who came to visit Zhang Feng this time was an antique dealer from the south. He came to visit him on the surface, but he actually came to exchange ideas. He brought five antiques and hoped that the younger generation could identify treasures and exchange ideas. ]

Looking at the information in front of him, Lin Feng roughly understood what it meant.

It means that I think I am very awesome, so I came to visit you and let my son suppress the reputation of my peers.

Obviously, the person on the other side is very confident in his son's ability to identify antiques and believes that he can control his peers.

If Zhang Song hadn't met him, he would definitely have been knocked down by a heavy punch.

However, what does it mean to be profitable?

[The other party brought five antiques, 4 of which were accurately estimated, but one was mistaken for a fake. The antique was worth 10 million yuan, but the owner thought it was just a 100-yuan craft. 】

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Isn't this loophole here?

This is just like a leek delivered to your door.

There is a teahouse at the entrance of Songtao Pavilion. The private room on the second floor can see the entire antique shop, where you can control the overall situation.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you? Is it a bit tricky?"

"Tricky ass, can you get a micro headset?"

"This thing can be bought everywhere."

"Go buy one, then connect it to your phone, keep the call smooth, and just listen to my instructions."

"Ah? It's that simple?"

"What? You still don't believe me?"

"Believe, I don't believe it."

"When will the person arrive?"

"9 o'clock tonight."

"Go ahead, notify me when you're done."

"Okay."

Seeing that Lin Feng was about to go out, Lin Xue asked, "Where are you going?"

"Remember, you are just a servant. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. If you come back at night and find that you didn't do it well, I'll call your dad."

Bang... . .

Seeing Lin Feng slam the door and leave, she was furious.

However, after a while, she could only continue to work. There was no way. If she was really caught, she would be completely finished.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Song was testing the microphone in the office on the second floor of Songtao Pavilion.

"Hey, hey, hey, can Brother Lin hear you clearly?"

"Sure, just listen to my instructions in a while. Remember, don't question me. I promise to let you pretend to be big."

"Brother Lin, I will listen to you in everything."

Half an hour later, a Mercedes-Benz sedan suddenly appeared in the dark antique market and stopped at the door of Songtao Pavilion.

Zhang Feng and his son walked out of the store and greeted them enthusiastically.

The people who came were a father and son, dressed quite fashionably, and they were obviously from the south, followed by several bodyguards.

The bodyguards knew the rules very well and did not follow, but stood by the car, on alert.

[The antique tycoon from Guangcheng has his own group company, which is huge in scale. The purpose of coming to Suzhou this time is to acquire Songtao Pavilion and expand his own industry. ]

[Name: Wang Long, Chairman of Longteng Antique Culture Group, Age: 56, Personality: Hypocritical, Insidious, Greedy, Jealous]

[Name: Wang Zhong, son of Wang Long, Age: 27, Personality: Arrogant, Selfish, Irritable, Greedy]

[Name: Chen Feng, Bodyguard, Age: 35, Personality: Calm, Resolute, Steady, Note: Formerly a foreign special forces soldier, saved by Chen Feng by chance and became his bodyguard. ]

It really has a big background. This is an antique company that has grown in scale, more formal than Tongbao Pavilion.

But often such groups are more black-hearted when doing business.

"Haha, Mr. Wang has come from afar, I am sorry for not welcoming you."

"Boss Zhang, we have not seen each other for three years, you are still as charming as ever."

The two shook hands and entered Songtao Pavilion while exchanging greetings.

Zhang Song lowered his head, his small eyes kept turning, and he looked very nervous.

Wang Zhong, who was sitting opposite, lowered his head, his expression was not visible, and he was obviously calmer.

Lin Feng sat in the teahouse, controlling everything.

"Boss Zhang attended the antique exchange meeting in Guangcheng three years ago. At that time, I felt that you had unlimited potential. Now you have a place in Suzhou."

"Uncle Zhang, I heard that Tongbao Pavilion was closed. They are suspected of smuggling cultural relics. Such a good opportunity cannot be missed."

Wang Long and his son sang in unison. They looked very polite, but in fact they were murderous and smiling.

"Haha, Mr. Wang is very concerned about the antique market in Suzhou. Don't worry about it."

Wang Long smiled lightly and said with a slightly proud tone: "Although Suzhou is a big city, it is a prefecture-level city after all. When it comes to antiques, Yanjing Panjiayuan is the most respected, but our Guangcheng is not bad either."

"Our Longteng Cultural Group operates antiques with a new operating model, has a professional management team, and is strong. Didn't Boss Zhang consider cooperation?"

'You are interested in my connections in the antique circle, right? '

kingLong did not deny it when he heard this. He was not like these old-school antique dealers who liked to talk about seniority and follow the rules of the underworld. He was doing this business completely according to the modern business model.

Shenzhen Pinxixi, Taobao, Douyin, live streaming, all kinds of models are available.

In his opinion, these people are old antiques who cannot keep up with the times.

It is 2024 now, and they are still sticking to the old ways. Soon, it will be the world of intelligent AI.

"Boss Zhang, your connections are still valuable now. When I really start doing this in the future, not only you, but even the big guys in Yanjing will ask to cooperate with me."

"My dad didn't say anything nonsense. The old model always has disadvantages. Didn't Tongbao Pavilion have an accident? As far as I know, his size is bigger than yours, and Tan Jiansong's qualifications in the circle and his connections are better than yours."

"It's a pity that you stick to the rules and always do some speculative things. Not to mention the smuggling of cultural relics, you must have connections with tomb robbers, right? If the police investigate, can you run away?"

The father and son sang in unison, politely and smiling throughout the whole process,

But Zhang Feng knew that they were not here with good intentions, smiling but hiding a knife.

The real purpose is to enter the East China market and let himself control more of the market share of the antique circle.

He proposed this idea a few years ago. Although the father and son were polite and smiling, they actually had no good intentions.

"Director Wang is ambitious, but I am not ambitious. I just want to make a living and have something to eat. We are friends. If you come to Suzhou, I will treat you warmly. Let's not talk about this matter."

"Ah, I didn't expect Boss Zhang to be unwilling to try. Excuse me, you are still too timid."

At this time, Zhang Feng didn't want to continue talking and was ready to change the subject.

But Zhang Song's eyes flickered, as if he heard some instructions, and he suddenly said: 'Wait a minute. '

Everyone's eyes looked at him.

Wang Zhong glanced at him with a little disdain and ridicule.

"What do you want to say, Zhang Shao? As far as I know, you don't seem to know anything about antique appraisal."

"You also said that it is as far as you know. If I can make you eat shit?"

"What do you mean?"

"Yo yo yo, you are blown up? Can you still talk about business with this concentration? It's nothing, how about we gamble?"