Uncle Shenhao: Take ten nephews to the supermarket at the beginning

“That’s interesting, Mr. Colin. I really should learn from your methods of displaying antiques.”

Luo Feng's words were not flattery, but the truth.

Between him and Bai Ningbing, they had collected so many antiques, but none of them had ever been displayed in this way.

After all, it's this century now, and there are many high-tech ways to preserve these cultural relics and protect them from oxidation and damage.

But precisely because of this, Luo Feng's antiques are treated like something out of a museum.

However, they moved the museum back home.

Although it is well protected, it lacks a certain atmosphere.

It's hard to describe exactly what that feeling is until Luo Feng saw how Colin had arranged it, and then he understood that it was an immersive experience.

In contrast, his museums look spectacular, but there seems to be a barrier between them and the antiques.

Colin's arrangement truly creates an immersive experience, as if you've traveled back to ancient times and witnessed firsthand how these things were created.

"Mr. Luo is joking. If you wanted to do it, you would definitely do it better than me."

Anyone can flatter someone.

Colin was telling the truth. If someone has money, they can do whatever they want.
After a pause, Colin changed the subject and asked with a smile, "I've heard that Mr. Luo has a collection of priceless antiques at home. When can you take me to see them?"

Luo Feng gave a vague answer, neither refusing nor agreeing, only saying that he would bring the other party to visit when he had time.

He rarely lets outsiders see his antiques, partly because he's worried they'll be coveted.

On the other hand, he also believed that thieves never leave empty-handed, as he preferred to keep a low profile, just like the ancients said, "Don't flaunt your wealth."

Although this is somewhat like burying one's head in the sand, since Luo Feng's net worth is already astronomical, everyone knows that he is extraordinary and incredibly wealthy.

However, Luo Feng believed that this ambiguity, making it impossible to guess, was precisely the best effect.

In this situation, if someone can't figure you out, they won't even think about taking action against you.

Humans are always afraid of the unknown, yet at the same time curious and want to explore it.

The same applies to pursuing a girl: maintain mystery and attract her little by little.

“Mr. Colin, I can’t wait to see what the real thing looks like, and those ancient Chinese characters, are they the same as the characters on the fake I just saw?”

"More haste less speed."

Colin then led Luo Feng to the pool, "Now..."

Colin had just opened his mouth, before he could finish speaking.

Luo Feng suddenly squatted down, ran his fingertips across the green moss on the edge of the stone coffin, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

“This lichen is unique to northern Brazil and has a lifespan of no more than two years.” Luo Feng spat out the moss, a half-smile playing on his lips. “Mr. Colin, have you been to the Amazon recently?”

Clearly, this is also fake, or rather, it's another test from the other party.

This is completely meaningless and a pure waste of Luo Feng's time.

"Mr. Colin, stop wasting each other's time and get to the point where you can get what you really have."

Colin finally dropped his pretense, slumped against the control panel, and asked helplessly, "What do you want from me to believe you?"

Luo Feng picked up a scale from the edge of the crocodile pool and continued his analysis.

“Genuine antiques should have clear boundaries, not be forged in this way.”

He suddenly used the edge of a scale to scratch open the antique coating on the surface of the stone coffin, revealing a brand-new titanium alloy plate underneath, and said a few words in a low voice.

“And these clearly show the marks of time.”

Although this is much more meticulous than the previous forgery, a fake is still a fake and can never become real.

Luo Feng wasn't someone who could be easily fooled, and Colin now realized this deeply.

In the monitoring room, the head of the bodyguards heard Colin's tired voice coming through the earpiece.

"Mr. Luo, you win. I admit defeat."

"Bring me the seventh item from the vault on the third basement level. Yes, that bronze box."

The number seven is also quite interesting.

"To be honest, Mr. Luo, you are the first outsider I have come into contact with, besides my trusted confidants."

Colin looked at Luo Feng, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Compared to before, there was a hint of apprehension.

"Thank you for the compliment." Luo Feng smiled, pursing his lips.

The more Colin probed, the more interested Luo Feng became, wanting to know what the real thing was like.

When Luo Feng walked out of the manor three hours later, his phone had a new video taken inside the bulletproof glass room.

In the footage, half of a genuine Qin Dynasty stone tablet glows with a bluish-black light in an oxygen-free environment.

When he sent Linnako his location, he casually deleted a glass reflection in the video that showed Colin's fingerprints.

Luo Feng didn't know how far it was from the entrance, so he had to be careful.

When Luo Feng got into the car, the cool touch of the titanium alloy plate still lingered on his fingertips.

It feels real, yet it also seems unreal.

At least for now, the last thing Colin showed him seems to be real, no longer a fake.

A message from Lin Naoko popped up on the car's screen, saying that the little ones were having a blast at the amusement park, their faces covered in cotton candy.

Then, with a ding-dong, Lin Naoko sent a photo.

The accompanying picture shows several delicately sculpted figures holding up colorful balloons and grinning foolishly at the camera.

Seeing this, Luo Feng subconsciously smiled.

Compared to the constant scheming and backstabbing, this kind of life is definitely worth it.

He had just replied, "Wait until I bring the candy back," when the shadows of two black cars appeared in the rearview mirror.

They kept a distance that was neither too far nor too close, which made them seem like very professional trackers.

However, Luo Feng could immediately tell that the two cars were following him. The sound of tires rolling over the gravel road was exceptionally clear on the quiet mountain path.

After driving for a while, one of the cars left down the slope, but soon returned at the fork in the road ahead.

Seeing this, Luo Feng couldn't help but smile.

What do you mean by "outsmarting thin air"? Did the other party think that by doing this, Luo Feng wouldn't be able to tell that he was being followed? That's ridiculous.

"Colin is more impatient than I expected."

Luo Feng's fingers unconsciously traced the edge of his phone.

He regretted deleting the video just now.

Looking back now, I'm glad I deleted it; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Instead of accelerating immediately, he slowly turned on his turn signal and turned into a narrower mountain road at the fork in the road.

This road was not marked on GPS; it was discovered by Linnako by chance while she was surveying the area.

Every time Luo Feng went somewhere, Lin Naizi would help him investigate the complete route map or the internal structure diagram.

With the blueprints, Luo Feng finally knew how to escape if he really wanted to.

The car behind him paused briefly, seemingly surprised that Luo Feng would come here, and then, as expected, followed.

Luo Feng suddenly stepped on the gas, and the Bentley's engine roared, propelling the car like an arrow across a bumpy road.

The headlights in the rearview mirror were instantly thrown half a car length away, yet they still stubbornly lingered at the edge of the field of vision.

It has to be said that if this happened to a group of people, they might actually believe that these people were just passing by.

He sneered, jerked the steering wheel, and the car swerved past an old locust tree into a dense grove of trees, the fallen leaves kicked up by the tires drawing a deep arc on the ground.

"Click." The phone vibrated; it was an encrypted message from "Ice."

Only two words: "Where?"

Bai Ningbing hadn't seen Luo Feng for a long time, and even with her composed personality, she was starting to worry about her man.

Luo Feng looked out the windshield. Moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, weaving a dappled net on the ground. The entire forest was extremely quiet.

If one or two people died in this place, I believe no one would know.

He saw the message from Bai Ningbing, remained silent for a moment, then tapped the screen with his fingertips and replied with the word "wait".

He didn't know when he could see these people again. At least, the Shadow Council hadn't been dealt with yet, and it would be dangerous to bring them over rashly.

The two cars followed behind Luo Feng's car, but remained motionless. Only the front of one car could be vaguely seen peeking out.

"Since you like counterfeiting so much, why don't I play along with you?"

Luo Feng quietly slipped something into his suit's inner pocket and stepped on the gas again.

The car passed through the fence at the end of the woods and suddenly sped onto a brightly lit main road.

The black sedan in the rearview mirror paused for a moment, hesitated for a second, and then followed. However, it did not notice that inconspicuous vans were slowly starting up in the shadows at the street corner and following behind them.

The reason why the car following Luo Feng hesitated was because, after these two changes, they weren't stupid. As experienced trackers, they could guess that Luo Feng had discovered them.

However, Colin's requirement was that he had to follow Luo Feng and not lose him, to see if he would go to get it.

In addition, the generous compensation made these people grit their teeth and continue.

Half an hour later, Luo Feng's car stopped at the entrance of a quiet alley near the amusement park.

As soon as he opened the car door, he heard Lin Naoko's cheerful voice coming from the alley entrance.

"Mr. Luo arrived half an hour later than expected. The little ones are all asking if he was abducted by aliens."

Behind her followed several little ones rubbing their eyes. One of them, a girl with pigtails, held up a melting popsicle and exclaimed in a childish voice, "Uncle Luo, Sister Naizi said you went to steal stars for us!"

Luo Feng bent down and picked her up, pinching her sugar-coated cheek with his fingertips, and said with a doting smile, "You didn't steal any stars, but you caught a few little tails that followed you."

Lin Naoko's smile faded slightly, and she glanced discreetly behind him. In the shadows at the alley entrance, two dark figures were rapidly retreating.

"Should we have the bodyguards handle it?"

She kept her voice very low, but gently patted the back of the other child in her arms, as if to comfort him.

"Need not."

Luo Feng shook his head, his gaze falling on the popsicle wrapper the girl was holding, which had a cartoon crocodile pattern printed on it, its mouth open and teeth showing.

"Let them come along. We need to see what Mr. Colin is trying to find through me."

He looked down at the child in his arms and suddenly smiled, saying, "Was it exciting when you were riding the crocodile boat just now?"

The girl nodded vigorously, then thought for a moment and muttered something under her breath.

"But the crocodile is fake; it doesn't have teeth!"

"Oh?" Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the dark figure that had disappeared at the alley entrance. "Then next time, I'll show you the real thing."

Lin Naoko's gaze paused for a moment, then softened with a gentle smile as she reached out to brush the fallen leaves from his shoulder.

The action was very natural, like that of an old married couple, a very natural thing to do. Luo Feng didn't feel anything was wrong with it, and the smile on his lips became even wider.

"Let's take the kids out for something hot first. If they keep playing like this, they won't be able to get up tomorrow."

As the group turned to walk towards the lights of the amusement park, Luo Feng's phone vibrated again.

This is a video. In the video, Colin is standing in front of the vault, frowning at a screen.

The screen displayed the surveillance footage from the alleyway, except that several figures in black trench coats had appeared next to the black sedan in the footage.

Familiar badge patterns can be faintly seen on the cuffs of these people.

Could it be... that these people aren't Colin's men, but rather planted by the Shadow Council?
Luo Feng tapped the screen with his fingertip, forwarding the video to Zeng Fan with a message.

"The Shadow Council members are more anxious than Colin."

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