Supernatural Resurrection: Showdown, I am the boss of the underworld

Chen Feng not only helped him cure his son's strange illness.

also helped him solve the Seven Gates of Soul Formation in his father's grave, and then introduced his son Wang Xiaowen to enter the Shenxiao Gate, and worshiped the Thunder Fire Dao as a teacher and became a closed disciple.

After understanding, Chen Feng immediately contacted Wang Daxi.

"Feng Ye."

Wang Daxi had just finished today's board meeting, and had just returned to the office, when he saw Chen Feng's phone call coming suddenly, he didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly answered it, and his tone was very respectful.

In his eyes, Chen Feng is not only a benefactor, but also the kind that can never be offended.

"Boss Wang, has there been someone who contacted you recently and asked if you would like to buy an ancient painting, and said that this ancient painting is a Taoist magic weapon, which has the effect of driving away evil spirits in the town?"

Chen Feng didn't talk to him about those false things, and when he came up, he went straight to the topic of inquiry.

"Huh? Feng Ye, how do you know? There is indeed such a thing, the other party's name is Dong Facai, and he is a second-class dealer of antiques.

Wang Daxi didn't expect Chen Feng to call and ask about it, although he didn't know the reason, he immediately told him the situation.

"Boss Wang, I won't tell you, this ancient painting is mine."

"Yours? Feng Ye, what do you mean?

Wang Daxi was a little dazed.

"A few days ago, I was robbed in my store, and in fact, someone retaliated and stole my family's soul stele, which is a portrait of the ancestor.

I've now found out who stole it, and I know he's going to do it, and I've contacted you. "

What? How could there be such a thing? Feng Ye, I don't know about this, I'll go to Dong Facai immediately to settle accounts.

Wang Daxi was shocked when he heard this, and he never dreamed that things would be so coincidental.

But Chen Feng immediately stopped him from doing this.

"No, you just buy it normally, and I'll make it up to you as much as I want."

Chen Feng is now worth a lot of money.

The person on the painting is the patriarch of Tong Yuanfu, who is the protector of his ancestor Chen Tiangang, so this painting is only about 300 years old, and it is not produced by a famous artist.

Even if it has the effect of driving away evil spirits, it doesn't cost much money, and Chen Feng can afford it.

He didn't want any accidents to happen because of the money, and if the portrait was destroyed, it would really be worth the loss.

Of course, Wang Daxi didn't want to accept money, but he understood Chen Feng's personality, so he didn't argue about it, and asked.

"Daoist Chen, should I accept it as usual? If you need to do anything else, just ask.

"No, just take it, but the days should be faster, so as not to have any accidents."

Wang Daxi grinned.

"Okay, I'll contact Dong Facai now, and I'll contact you as soon as I get the drawing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Daxi made a phone call to Dong Facai's mobile phone.

"Wang Dong."

A very polite voice came.

"What about the painting? I'm going to ask for a price now, how much money you can offer. The

other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, when he asked before, Wang Daxi still didn't look very concerned, why was he so anxious at this time.

"Speak, when can you trade?"

"Oh, here Wang Dong, the painting is in my hand, I will send it to you at any time if you need it."

Dong Facai quickly said after coming back to his senses, with excitement in his tone.

As a second-hand dealer of antiques, he likes to do this kind of business the most.

The goods are not expensive, but they can be sold to the right people very high, especially for rich people like Wang Daxi.

"Send it now."

About two hours later, Chen Feng received a call from Wang Daxi, and when he heard that the painting had reached his hand, Chen Feng didn't react.

"So fast?"

Wang Daxi is in the Northeast, and Ma Baosan is still in Zhonghai, unless he has already transferred the painting.

"Well, Master Feng, I'll open a video for you to see if it's this one."

On Wang Daxi's desk, there is a portrait of a Taoist priest wearing a yin-yang robe, and he can't see anything with his eyes.

As soon as the video was passed, Chen Feng watched it carefully, and quickly confirmed one thing, this is indeed his own soul stele.

At this point, his heart was finally completely let go, and he thanked him directly in the video.

"Boss Wang, you have helped me a lot this time, how much is this painting? I'll pass it on to you.

"100,000 dollars."

Wang Daxi smiled and quoted a price.

"One hundred thousand? So little?

Chen Feng was a little surprised.

"That's really all, if you don't believe me, I can show you the transfer history."

Wang Daxi explained.

Of course, he couldn't have spent only such a small amount of money, but exactly one million, and the painting itself was not valuable, but it was a magic weapon, and for those who needed it, it could not be measured by money.

"No, 100,000 is 100,000, by the way, Boss Wang, what's the situation with that Dong Facai? Do you know who he got this painting from? Chen

Feng expected that Ma Baosan should be very familiar with Dong Facai, so that this painting would fall into his hands so quickly, so from him, can we know how Ma Baosan got the jade seal of the country?

"He, it's one of our more famous antique dealers, his grandfather was a traitor during the Anti-Japanese War, and he secretly saved a lot of gold bars.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he used the money to open an antique shop, and his mother-in-law used to be a very powerful thief in our northeast, and knew many thieves large and small across the country.

So Dong Facai specially helped these people sell things, most of them are antiques, of course, including some other things, and the way is still relatively wild. In

the face of Chen Feng, of course Wang Daxi had something to say, and directly lifted Dong Facai's old bottom.

"What's his mother-in-law's name? Are you still alive now?

Chen Feng's mind moved, and he asked subconsciously.

"I don't know the name, it's been decades ago, it seems to have a nickname, what is Linglong Hand, the person died a few years ago."

"Okay, Boss Wang, put this painting here for you first, and I'll get it in a few days, and you can keep this matter secret for me, and don't say anything about it."

"Don't worry, Master Chen, do you have any other orders?"

"No, let's do it first."

Hearing the blind sound on his mobile phone, Wang Daxi lit a cigarette and thought for a while, and then carefully put away the painting.

Chen Feng immediately contacted Zheng Xiao'e and inquired to see if she knew about Linglong's hand.

"Delicate hands? She is Ma Baosan's master, and she died of illness a few years ago, how could Daoist Chen remember to inquire about this person?

Chen Feng told her about the portrait of the patriarch.

Zheng Xiao'e was very surprised after hearing this, and she was a little emotional.

"This is really a coincidence, Daoist Chen, do you suspect that Ma Baosan got the jade seal of the country and has something to do with this Dong Facai?"

"Well, there's speculation."

Zheng Xiao'e smiled.

"Impossible, if a person like Dong Facai really got the jade seal of the country, would he be willing to give Ma Baosan? Even if they have some kinship.