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

Seeing this, Song Yan quickly took out his business card and handed it forward with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Chen, my surname is Song, and I am Youan's great uncle."

Chen Fei was a smart man. He took the business card hesitantly without looking at it, and just nodded slightly.

Then he continued to invite Song Youan: "Come with me, I will introduce you to Mr. Dong."

Song Youan composed herself and saw Chen Fei extending his arm to her like a gentleman. Song Youan pretended to take it, and the two of them left Song Yan behind.

"What's going on? Why is your uncle here too?" Chen Fei asked in a low voice.

Song Youan rolled her eyes in frustration: "How should I know? Wasn't this appreciation meeting organized by you? If I had known he was here, I wouldn't have come."

"What's wrong? Are you having a bad relationship with your family?" Chen Fei asked curiously.

Song Youan glanced at him from the side and snorted coldly: "Don't treat me and him as family."

Chen Fei nodded in understanding, and when he passed by the trash can, he threw Song Yan's business card into it without even looking at it.

Seeing this, Song Youan smiled with satisfaction.

In the middle of the hall, there was an old man with white hair wearing a black Zhongshan suit, surrounded by many people. He was holding a small rusty bronze tripod in his hand, playing with it and observing it. The onlookers were also appreciating it carefully. From time to time, someone nodded and expressed admiration, praising it as a good thing.

"This is Mr. Dong, a leading figure in our domestic antiques industry." Chen Fei leaned over and whispered in her ear.

Song Youan nodded and asked directly, "What's the background?"

Chen Fei was slightly stunned, then smiled: "Miss Song, are you trying to use this opportunity to build up your network?"

Song Youan looked around and asked innocently, "Aren't there others?"

Chen Fei couldn't help but chuckle, then nodded: "Everyone has this thought to some extent, but no one has ever spoken out directly like Miss Song."

"Then why are you laughing at me?" Song Youan curled her lips.

Chen Fei lowered his eyes to look at her, the pleasant fragrance of Song Youan's hair wafting to his nose, making him a little fascinated.

"Mr. Dong is a well-known philanthropist in China. The Dong Group is not only the best in China, but also ranks among the top ten in Asia. However, Mr. Dong is old and now focuses solely on antiques and charity. He has long since handed over the family business to his descendants."

"But Mr. Dong's prestige and status are unshakable, whether in the business world or the antiques world."

Song Youan nodded in surprise: "That Dong's Audio and Video Entertainment is also theirs, right?"

"Yes."

"I remember that when Cheng Xianhe first debuted, she was signed to Dong's Entertainment." Song Youan looked up at Chen Fei and said bluntly, "When we met that time in the Huafei Industrial Park office building, the person next to you was Cheng Xianhe, right?"

"You recognized her?" Chen Fei was slightly surprised, but admitted: "It's her. Her newest studio is right across from you."

Song Youan blinked. Chen Fei thought she would continue asking, but Song Youan didn't continue gossiping.

If Cheng Xianhe is really Mr. Chen's secret girlfriend, then her breaking the window paper will only make Mr. Chen embarrassed and awkward, which is unnecessary.

Although she was curious about the relationship between the two, she didn't have to know it. After all, it had nothing to do with her.

"This is a bronze tripod from the late Northern Liao Dynasty. It was probably used for burning incense."

At this time, Mr. Dong spoke. He was an expert in the industry and had collected countless treasures. He could tell whether the general antiques were real or fake just by passing them through his hands.

He talked eloquently about the Northern Liao bronze tripod in his hand. Even at the age of nearly eighty, his speech and thoughts were exceptionally clear, and even Song Youan, a layman, listened with great interest.

Song Yan squeezed at the outermost edge. Although he was listening, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Song Youan and Chen Fei.

Seeing her naturally holding Chen Fei's arm, although this is a common etiquette between the opposite sexes in upper-class occasions, Song Yan was more certain that the relationship between Song Youan and Chen Fei was unusual.

Song Yan's company has also been involved in the engineering field in the past two years. If there is a chance to establish a relationship with Chen Fei and reach cooperation in the future, it will undoubtedly be a great thing for him.

However, he was still not sure about the status of Song Youan and Chen Fei's relationship. If Mr. Chen was just playing around, his idea probably wouldn't work.

But on second thought, the fact that he brought Youan to such a private and high-class occasion indirectly shows that Youan also has a certain weight in Chen Fei's eyes?

After all, he couldn't deny that his niece was indeed beautiful, and it was not surprising that rich men loved her.

As such, Song Yan couldn't help but feel eager to try it out.

"Yuan, have a drink."

Song Youan was listening intently when a glass of orange juice suddenly appeared in front of him.

She glanced impatiently at Song Yan who squeezed next to her and said, "Drink it yourself."

Chen Fei also noticed that Song Yan followed him. Considering that Song Youan was invited by him, he didn't want her to have an unhappy experience, so he took Song Youan through the crowd and walked forward.

Chen Fei also has a high status among these people, and everyone consciously makes way for him.

Coming to Mr. Dong's side, Chen Fei whispered to him, "Mr. Dong, this is the Miss Song I mentioned to you."

Elder Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this. He looked at Song Youan and said, "Are you Miss Song? Ah Fei often mentioned you to me. I didn't expect you to be as young as he said."

Song Youan smiled slightly, and her lips were as sweet as honey when she opened them: "Grandpa Dong, just call me Youan. I was so fascinated by what you said just now."

Hearing this, Elder Dong chuckled and called out to the two of them, "Come, follow me. I'll show you something good."

Seeing this, the people around also followed over. This is how an appreciation meeting is. Everyone takes turns to bring out the good things for everyone to see. There are not so many rules.

But usually, Mr. Dong would show off his treasures last, but I didn’t expect that today he would take the initiative to take out his good stuff first.

When they arrived at the sofa area, Mr. Dong’s accompanying bodyguard was holding a nanmu box. This golden nanmu box alone was worth tens of millions.

When the box was opened, inside was a piece of Hetian white jade the size of a human head.

"Wow!"

"What a huge piece of jade!"

"It's rich in water, and there's no impurities in such a large piece."

"Mr. Dong, is this jade from modern times or an old one?"

The onlookers were all amazed. Everyone had seen Hetian white jade before, and even though it was old, it was not a rare treasure to these people. However, this was the first time they had seen one as big as a human head.

Not to mention it’s the first time I’ve seen it, I’ve never even heard of it.

Elder Dong wore a kind and benevolent smile. He raised his hand and personally carried out the Hetian white jade. He then slowly said, "This item belongs to Dazhao. It's over 900 years old. It was not easy to come by. My son spent a lot of effort to buy it."