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anwhile, Han Feng was still confused as to why Zhou Yuan had called him. He even kicked Fu Shan out.

"Young master Zhou, I don't know why you called ." Han Feng asked doubtfully.

"I'm just greeting my father's friend's son." Zhou Yuan smiled.

"What? What do you an?" Han Feng's heart beat faster when he heard Zhou Yuan's words.

"What I an is, your father, I knew him, he was a great man. I'm sorry he's gone."

Hearing this, Han Feng was even more confused. His father died 5 years ago, and he rembered that Zhou Yuan was younger than him.

"I know you're still confused. I just wanted to tell you that your dad used to be my dad's friend, the two of them were friends in high school. I also t your father a few tis, he is funny and kind." Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

Han Feng was surprised when he heard this. His father is Zhou Yuan's father's friend? How could it be, he knew very well that his father was just a retired soldier.

But what if it's true? His father was a retired soldier, and his father might have worked for Zhou Yuan's father.

"Young master Zhou, is what you said true?" Han Feng asked to be sure.

"I'm serious about this." Zhou Yuan nodded.

"Then what is my father's na?" Han Feng suddenly asked and his curious expression couldn't be hidden.

​ "(Sigh) Too bad I haven't had ti to find out your father's na. We've only t a few tis. But he tells a lot about you and hopes we can both be good friends. I don't think it's bad, do you?" Zhou Yuan smiled.

Han Feng's heartbeat skipped a beat. Befriending soone like Zhou Yuan was like a dream to him.

"Being friends, of course we can be friends." Han Feng smiled and said excitedly.

"Very good. Then introduce , I am Zhou Yuan." Zhou Yuan smiled as he showed his hand.

Han Feng shook hands with Zhou Yuan and smiled, "My na is Han Feng."

"Nice na. Then let's go inside, I'm sure we'll get so good stuff at this auction."

The three of them went inside.

anwhile, the expressions of Fu Shan and the others were blank. They did not expect that Han Feng could befriend an existence like Zhou Yuan.

Fu Shan also forgot to teach Han Feng a lesson. He loves his life more than his ego.

...

Zhou Yuan, Guan Bo, and Han Feng sat on chairs in the VIP room. It was a place above the hall that was still one room.

Han Feng was able to be in the VIP room because of Zhou Yuan and Guan Bo's influence which the Liang family couldn't resist.

anwhile, Zhou Yuan sneered when he heard Han Feng tell his experience.

He was pretending to know Han Feng and bragging about Han Feng's father.

Of course, his father and Han Feng's father did not know each other, he only added charcoal for Han Feng to believe in him.

For a protagonist like Han Feng, he knew a lot about it. With a great wealth system, Han Feng was definitely an orphan and protagonist as usual.

He certainly did this not without reason, he had a plan for this.

...

Zhou Yuan looked down where many people were sitting on regular chairs, his eyes suddenly focused on two people.

Of course the two of them were Xiao Chen and Wang Liang.

Zhou Yuan looked at them calmly as he crossed his legs. Xiao Chen would get so good things at this auction. But so of them were of no use to him.

But the thing he was most after was a broken sword.

...

Five minutes later, a man in formal attire walked up to the podium in the middle of the hall.

"Hello, my na is Liang Fei and I am the one who will lead this auction." Liang Fei said with a smile.

"I hope there's no fuss here. And without further ado, let's start the auction." Liang Fei added.

Everyone's expressions beca excited, they were aiming for the good things the auction brought this ti.

Every Liang family auction always had so good things that cost tens to hundreds of millions of Yuan.

Many people don't want to miss it.

.....

anwhile Xiao Chen suddenly felt uncomfortable at this mont. He looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?" Wang Liang asked curiously when seeing Xiao Chen's expression.

"It's fine, it's my first ti participating in a big auction like this, so I wanted to take a look around." Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"In the future, there will be many opportunities like this. If you are not humble, I believe you will enter the VIP room above, you are a young master with great talent. In the Huaxia empire, there are very few outstanding people like you. Even for Zhou Yuan, I think he is inferior." Tang Xuan looked at Ye Chen and smiled.

"I just want to be humble, after all I'm comfortable in this chair, why bother sitting in the VIP room." Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Yuan, ​​who was in the VIP room above, heard Xiao Chen and Wang Liang conversation.

He is a flowing qi and has so special abilities such as strengthening Indra. So he could hear Xiao Chen's conversation with Wang Liang.

He did this on purpose.

When he heard Xiao Chen speak of humility, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Humble? It fits perfectly into the urban protagonist model called low key. Xiao Chen was nothing but ordinary urban protagonists, just by relying on the facelapping second generation, he would gain a lot of advantages.

In the setting of this world before, he had always been slapped by Xiao Chen.

However now it was different.

"Okay, let's get started. The first item is a painting from the Tang dynasty. It was painted by a famous painter and has feng shui in it."

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