The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

He turned to look at Song Youan with a somewhat resentful look in his eyes.

But at this moment, the two testicles there felt a dull pain like needles pricking them, making him feel a little uneasy.

There won't really be any problem, right?

He was startled and stood up quickly.

Xu Yuan looked at his son and asked impatiently, "What are you doing? You're so jumpy!"

Xu Ziyang shook his head and said, "I have something to do, Dad, Mr. Chen, I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for Xu Yuan to say anything more, Xu Ziyang turned around and ran away.

Xu Yuan looked puzzled and subconsciously looked at Song Youan, but Song Youan shook her head at him innocently, saying that she didn't know where Xu Ziyang was going.

Xu Ziyang took the elevator straight to the underground garage, his hands busy as he quickly searched for the nearest men's hospital on his phone.

He also met Yan Fei smoking in the underground garage, but he didn't care about anything else and drove to the hospital, fearing that he would really develop a hidden illness if he went too late.

There were three items in total. Chen Fei looked at them for more than two hours before reluctantly asking Song Youan to put them away.

"How about it, Mr. Chen? I didn't treat you unfairly, did I?" Song Youan said proudly as if he was asking for credit.

Chen Fei took off his silk gloves slowly and regained his usual composure. He looked at Song Youan and smiled, "This 95% discount is worth it. I didn't expect Miss Song to have so many good things. I just wonder if there are any that I haven't seen yet that I can explore more of?"

Chen Fei's little thoughts were all written on his face.

Song Youan said calmly, "It depends on whether there will be such an opportunity in the future."

Who knows what good things she will bring back from Dazhao next time.

Chen Fei couldn't help but ask: "Then does Miss Song have any intention of selling this vase and Han Mo's original work?"

"Not yet." Song Youan said without hesitation.

Without waiting for Chen Fei to be disappointed, she continued, "But don't worry, Mr. Chen, if I really have something good to sell, I will definitely think of you first."

So, Chen Fei smiled: "I hope Miss Song will not break her promise."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." Song Youan slung her bag over her shoulder and waved to the two people in front of her: "Mr. Chen, Uncle Xu, goodbye."

"Wait a moment."

Chen Fei suddenly called out to Song Youan and, under her puzzled gaze, said, "I suddenly remembered that the Jinghai City Antiques Association is having a high-end gathering in a few days. All the top collectors in China will be attending with their precious and rare treasures. I wonder if Miss Song is interested?"

"Me?" Song Youan was slightly stunned and told the truth: "Mr. Chen thinks too highly of me. Although I have some good things, I am actually a layman when it comes to antiques."

"Whether you're an expert or not, Miss Song is already considered a top collector just by owning the Fuguang Kiln vase and the Han Mo authentic painting." Chen Fei invited her seriously, "Miss Song, why don't you join in the fun? This party isn't for everyone."

Song Youan pondered for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.

Chen Fei was right. Such high-end gatherings must be attended by bigwigs. After all, people who can afford antiques must have a complicated background.

If she could take this opportunity to expand her network of contacts, she might gain unexpected benefits.

With Fuguang Kiln and Han Mo's authentic works, no one would care whether she was an expert or not.

"Since Mr. Chen is willing to take me to broaden my horizons, I will naturally obey your command." Song Youan agreed generously.

Chen Fei nodded: "Then Miss Song, remember to give me your address, and I will send you the invitation in a few days."

Song Youan waved his hand and said, "Just send it directly to Lanting and ask Chi Yu to pass it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man opened the door and left.

Xu Yuan murmured, "What is the background of this Miss Song?"

He looked at Chen Fei and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Chen, do you understand?"

Chen Fei smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Xu, I'm afraid you asked the wrong person. Isn't your son Miss Song's college classmate? You should ask him."

ask him?

Xu Yuan suddenly felt a headache because the Song Youan his son told him was completely different from the Song Youan he saw himself.

He knew his son's character very well, so he was more willing to believe what he saw.

This Miss Song Youan is definitely not simple.

"Mr. Chen, can you take me to see that party you just mentioned?"

Xu Yuan didn't intend to miss any opportunity to create opportunities for his son.

But this time Chen Fei shook his head and refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, you can't go to this party."

"what?"

Chen Fei said, "Unless you have a very rare and precious collection, I can recommend it to you. Simply joining in the fun won't do. After all, this party is very private, and the people who can go and the things they can bring are not simple."

Xu Yuan understood that he was the complete layman.

Song Youan came to the underground garage and found Yan Fei smoking again.

"You smoke a pack a day, right?" Song Youan asked.

Yan Fei nodded: "Almost, I'm a heavy smoker."

He said a little embarrassedly: "Does it smell like something? Then I will try to smoke less in the future."

Song Youan shook her head. "That's not the case. It's just that smoking too much is bad for your health. I'd better smoke less if I can. Besides, I really don't like the smell of cigarettes."

"Okay, then I'll try to smoke less." Yan Fei was also happy.

After getting in the car, Yan Fei suddenly remembered something and said to Song Youan, "I just saw the man who irritated you at the sales center. He drove away in a hurry. Did you run into him?"

Song Youan knew it was Xu Ziyang as soon as he heard it, and couldn't help but sneer: "Yeah, the ghost is still there."

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, a message came from WeChat on his mobile phone.

When I opened it, it was Xu Ziyang!

He actually got himself released from the blacklist.

"Song Youan, I won't hold it against you for kicking me, but you have to promise me that you will come to the class reunion."

Song Youan rolled his eyes without any hesitation and didn't even bother to reply.

When she returned to her new home in the evening, the smell of food wafted into her nose as she opened the door. Little Yuzi jumped and ran towards her, wagging his tail.

Song Youan picked him up casually and said, "Dad, I'm back."

"You're back just in time. Let's wash our hands and have dinner."

After his father had put everything in order, Song Youan walked over to the kitchen island and watched his father wiping the stove and range hood with a rag. He couldn't help but remind him, "Dad, you don't have to clean the range hood so carefully. You can have someone come and clean it after you use it for a while."

Song Qi's hands kept moving as he responded, "If you're living in someone else's new house, then naturally you have to help them take good care of it."

Song Youan sighed helplessly, didn't insist, and helped bring the dishes to the table.

"Yuan, when I was walking Yuzi this afternoon, a young man handed me a flyer saying there was a gym nearby. I took a look and saw it had just opened and the prices were pretty good, so I signed up for a membership."

Song Youan paused pouring his wine, looked at his father in surprise, and said, "You're so energetic all day long. Aren't you tired of working? And you even want to go to the gym?"