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Chapter 72 Invitation to a High-End Gathering
He turned to look at Song Youan, his eyes filled with resentment.

However, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his testicles, making him restless.

Will something really go wrong?

He was startled and jumped to his feet.

Xu Yuan looked at his son impatiently and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Xu Ziyang shook his head and said, "I have something to do, Dad, President Chen, I'll be going now."

Before Xu Yuan could say anything more, Xu Ziyang turned and fled as if he were running away.

Xu Yuan looked puzzled and subconsciously looked at Song You'an, but Song You'an shook her head innocently, indicating that she didn't know what Xu Ziyang had done either.

Xu Ziyang took the elevator straight to the underground parking garage, and his hands were not idle either; he quickly searched for the nearest urology hospital on his mobile phone.

In the underground parking garage, he ran into Yan Fei, who was smoking. But he didn't care about anything else and drove straight to the hospital, afraid that if he was late, he would really develop a hidden illness.

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 was it, Mr. Chen? I didn't treat you badly, did I?" Song Youan said smugly, as if she wanted to take credit.

Chen Fei slowly removed the silk gloves, regaining his usual composure. He looked at Song You'an and smiled, "My 95% discount was well worth it. I didn't expect Miss Song to have so many good things. I wonder if there are any I haven't seen before that would give me a chance to broaden my horizons?"

Chen Fei's little thoughts were written all over her face.

Song Youan said calmly, "Then we'll see if there will be another opportunity like this in the future."

Who knows what good things she might bring back from Da Zhao next time?

Chen Fei couldn't help but ask, "So, Miss Song, are you interested in selling this vase and Han Mo's original calligraphy?"

“Not at the moment,” Song Youan replied without hesitation.

Before Chen Fei could feel disappointed, she added, "But don't worry, Mr. Chen, if I really have something good to sell, I'll definitely think of you first."

Chen Fei smiled and said, "I hope Miss Song will keep her word."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Song You'an slung her bag over her shoulder and waved to the two people in front of her: "Goodbye, Mr. Chen, Uncle Xu."

"Wait a moment."

Chen Fei suddenly called out to Song Youan and, under her questioning gaze, said, "I suddenly remembered that the Jinghai City Antique Association is holding a high-end gathering in a few days. Top collectors from all over China will be attending with their precious and rare treasures. I wonder if Miss Song would be interested?"

“Me?” Song Youan was slightly taken aback, and said truthfully, “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 a novice, Miss Song already qualifies as a top collector just by owning the Fuguang Kiln vase and the authentic work by Han Mo." Chen Fei earnestly invited her, "Miss Song, why don't you join in the fun? This gathering isn't one that just anyone can attend."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan pondered for a moment, and then a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Chen Fei is right. Such high-end gatherings are sure to be attended by big shots. After all, people who can afford to collect antiques must have impressive backgrounds.

If she can take this opportunity to expand her network, she might reap unexpected rewards.

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

“Since Mr. Chen is willing to broaden my horizons, I will naturally accept his offer with utmost respect,” Song Youan readily agreed.

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

Song Youan waved her hand and said, "Just send it to Lanting and have Chi Yu hand it over to me."

Before he finished speaking, the person had already opened the door and left.

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

He looked at Chen Fei and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, do you know anything about this?" Chen Fei smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Xu, you're asking the wrong person. Isn't your son Miss Song's college classmate? You should ask him."

ask him?

Xu Yuan felt a headache coming on, because the Song You'an his son told him about was not the same person he had seen.

He knows his own son's character well, so he's more willing to believe what he sees.

This Miss Song Youan is definitely not simple.

"Mr. Chen, could you take me to check out that party you just mentioned?"

Xu Yuan was not going 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 attend this gathering."

"what?"

Chen Fei said, "Unless you have a very rare and precious collection, I can only introduce you to it. Simply going to join in the fun is not enough. After all, this gathering is very private, and the people who can go and the things they bring are not simple."

Xu Yuan understood; he was the complete novice.

Song Youan arrived at the underground parking garage and found Yan Fei smoking again.

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

Yan Fei nodded: "Pretty much, a heavy smoker."

He said, a little embarrassed, "Do I smell? I'll try to smoke less in the future."

Song Youan shook her head: "No, it's just that smoking too much is bad for your health. You should smoke less if you can, and I really don't like the smell of cigarettes."

"Okay, then I'll try to smoke less." Yan Fei readily agreed.

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

Upon hearing this, Song Youan knew it was Xu Ziyang and couldn't help but sneer, "Hmm, he's like a persistent ghost."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a message came through on his WeChat.

Upon opening it, I saw Xu Ziyang!
He actually removed himself from the blacklist.

"Song Youan, I'll let it go for the time you kicked me, but you have to promise me you'll come to the class reunion."

Song Youan rolled her eyes without any politeness, too lazy to even reply.

When she returned to her new home in the evening, the aroma of food wafted out as soon as she opened the door, and Little Yuzi hopped and wagged its tail as it ran towards her.

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

"You're back just in time. Wash your hands and let's eat."

After her father had put everything in order, Song Youan walked to the kitchen island and saw him wiping the stove and range hood with a cloth. She couldn't help but remind him, "Dad, you don't need to wipe the range hood so carefully. We can hire someone to clean it after using it for a while."

Song Qi kept working with his hands and replied, "Since I'm living in someone else's new house, I naturally have to take good care of it."

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

“Yuan, this afternoon when I was walking Yuzi, a young man handed me a flyer saying there was a gym nearby. I checked it out, it had just opened, and the prices were quite reasonable, so I got a membership.”

Song Youan paused in pouring the wine, looking at her father with surprise, and said, "You have so much energy all day long, don't you get tired of working? Why do you still want to go to the gym?"

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