My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Sein Fei had already guessed that Yang Feng would ask this.

He was not surprised, but seemed calmer than before.

"I heard that Mr. Yang's ideal is to make money."

Seinfeld asked.

Yang Feng relaxedly spread his hands and said, "It can be said to be my hobby."

"At least this has turned from your ideal into a hobby, right?"

Seinfeld asked.

His words hit the nail on the head.

Yang Feng was suddenly stunned.

Once upon a time, he seemed obsessed with money, but now it seems that he has gradually changed.

Song Fei smiled and said: "Yao, Shun, Yu Tang, Qin Emperor and Han Wu, then Tang Zong and Song Zu, and now... 5000 years have passed. It is a result of hard work and special luck that a nation can stand in this world for 5000 years."

"You have no intention of continuing this good fortune, right?"

Yang Feng seemed to understand something.

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and said: "Luck requires a generation to do what they think is right. At least in the past 5000 years, this nation has left us a lot of things, from cultural treasures to history, and that There is a dragon vein that everyone knows about but cannot find."

"Sure enough, your purpose is also related to dragon veins."

"Yes, the Dragon Vein is the witness of our Chinese civilization's history of thousands or even ten thousand years. It is the foundation of our Chinese destiny, and we must not let it fall into the hands of others."

Song Fei smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is a master of treasure appraisal, and he must also know our Chinese culture very well."

"It seems similar to what I thought."

"Mr. Yang, aren't you very curious about why I left the Song family in the first place? Where am I now?"

Song Fei took a deep breath and said: "Although the Song family is very powerful, compared with the menacing foreign bandits, they are just a mantis trying to block the car."

"You have great ambitions."

"Yin, has Mr. Yang heard of this organization?"

Seinfeld asked.

Yang Feng shook his head and said: "I don't know about the disputes between ancient warriors."

"Actually, this is not a secret, because even if you know it, there is no point."

Seinfeld spoke calmly.

"hidden……"

Yang Feng was talking to himself.

This was the first time he heard about this organization.

But you can tell from the name that this organization is definitely no small matter.

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng and said, "What we want to do is a big undertaking, but we can't tell Mr. Yang now. I believe Mr. Yang will understand in the future."

"Sounds very interesting."

"Yeah, it's very interesting."

Song Fei smiled, but he was also looking at Yang Feng at this moment.

Yang Feng felt that he was looking at her strangely and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that Mr. Yang's strength should have already reached the heavenly realm, right?"

Seinfeld asked.

Yang Feng was a little surprised.

Because of the purity of his spiritual power, it is actually difficult for ordinary people to perceive his strength.

"You don't seem to be ordinary either."

Yang Feng squinted his eyes.

Sein Fei said with emotion: "When I first met Mr. Yang, it seemed that he was just an innate warrior. He has achieved so much in such a short period of time. It won't be long before he reaches a realm that none of us have ever known."

"I think it's pretty good now."

Yang Feng is not greedy.

Seeing his look, Song Fei laughed even more and said, "Mr. Yang is a master treasure appraiser. Have you studied ancient emperors?"

"Know a little bit about it."

With his photographic memory, Yang Feng would naturally be able to add a lot of knowledge.

Song Fei smiled and said: "Although ancient emperors had wise kings, most of them were selfish, greedy, and domineering. Does Mr. Yang know why?"

"don't know."

"Because this is human beings, people have good and evil. Even ordinary people also have evil thoughts that are despised by others. However, due to the constraints of social morality and law, ordinary people do not often reveal their darkness."

Seinfeld said, and continued: "Emperors are often different. They are often unconstrained, and their darkness is more easily exposed than ordinary people."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Mr. Yang's strength has reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people. When the law and morality no longer restrain you, can Mr. Yang still maintain his passion and restrain the evil thoughts in the master's heart?"

Seinfeld asked.

Yang Feng was a little stunned by his question.

He recalled the people he had killed casually.

Even though they were treacherous and evil, how could I have killed so indiscriminately?

Sein Fei did not continue talking and said with a smile: "I have said too much today. Please forgive me, Mr. Yang. The supper is ready. Please use it."

Yang Feng came back to his senses and found that Song Fei had said nothing more.

This guy... I feel more and more that he is extraordinary.

At this time, Yang Feng had no time to savor even such an expensive late-night snack.

Only after eating, Seinfeld asked him to go to the attic to take a look. After confirming the final question, the two walked out of the antique city.

at the gate.

It was already early morning.

Even Jiangcheng seemed a little quiet at this time.

Song Fei looked at Yang Feng with a smile and said, "Mr. Yang, walk slowly."

"Um……"

Yang Feng agreed and looked at Song Fei's face, suddenly hesitating a little.

Finally, he got in the car and left.

Not surprisingly, as soon as he left here, he saw Jiang Sulan and Lu Yichang looking for him in front.

Yang Feng didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to them today, so he just drove back home.

For Yang Feng, it seemed that he felt something in his heart today.

He even rarely took a shower and just lay on the bed.

inside the room.

Bright lights.

Yang Feng lay on the bed blankly, looking at the white ceiling.

"why me?"

Yang Feng was thinking about this issue for the first time after so long.

Although he didn't know who the old man was back then, he didn't know why the old man chose him in the end.

"A real man has good fortune, so he should do something good."

Yang Feng whispered softly.

Talking to himself like this, if someone next to him heard him, I'm afraid he would think he was a bit pretentious.

But Yang Feng just fell asleep like this.

the next day.

More than nine in the morning.

When Yang Feng woke up, Yang Xiaoshi had already packed her things early.

"Brother, are we going back to our hometown today? I'm ready!"

Yang Xiaoshi prepared a suitcase.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Have you said hello to Zhao Zhuwei and Lin Xue?"

"They both went out early in the morning, but Sister Zhuwei asked you to bring her some particularly delicious plums."

Yang Xiaoshi chuckled.

Seeing her rather cute look, Yang Feng felt a lot more relaxed and said, "Okay, let's go home. I just happened to have a look at some projects in my hometown."

Today Yang Feng feels that the world is in chaos.

But you still have to do the things in front of you first.

And his initial plan is to build his hometown into a developed city.