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Yang Yang said lightly, "Those of you are fake antiques, and you want to exchange a bunch of fakes with me?"

"What? Fake?"

"These are antiques that I spent 20 million to photograph! You said they were fake? How could it be possible!"

Song Zhong had no bottom at first, but when he said that, he was panicked.

"If you don't believe it, you will know if you find an expert to appraise it."

Yang Yang looked at Song Zhong's expression, as ugly as if he had eaten shit, and felt very refreshed.

Pretend in front of me, without looking at how many pounds you are.

"Master, don't listen to him! He definitely doesn't want you to take the blood vine back!"

Yang Yang sighed, and he gave an example: "For example, the first one, the golden silk phoenix hairpin, has a strong sense of luster and has no flaws."

"The alchemy at that time was not as pure as it is now, but the gold of the hairpin looks very pure and highly imitated."

"However, it is considered gold. It is the most valuable of the things you buy. The first thing you see is not bad."

Speaking word by word to Song Zhong's heart, he knew a little about Jin Jin.

Yang Yang was right.

"What about the golden hairpin!"

The people under him immediately took it out, and several people gathered around to observe carefully.

After a long time.

"Master, it seems to be the same as what he said."

"Master, take a bite! Gold can't make a bite!"

"I will help you!"

One of them spoke directly to help verify.

As a result, a layer of golden paint was dropped, and the inside was black.

"It turns out that the gold outside is brushed!"

"Oh shit!"

Song Zhong was even more angry.

He hurriedly took all the antiques to an antique shop to find someone for appraisal. Naturally, he dared not take them home for appraisal.

There are a total of eight collections, each of which starts at a million.

As soon as Song Zhong entered, the boss immediately recognized him and he personally served him.

"Master Song, why are you here?"

Song Zhong's home is Xi'an's largest antique shop. People in Xi'an know and know Song Zhong.

"Let me take a good look! Are these few things real or fake? If your antique shop is wrong, don't open it!"

"Master Song! I will definitely make a good identification!"

The appraiser looked at them one by one, his face became more and more ugly, he was still under Song Zhong's pressure.

At the end, I was sweating profusely.

Of the eight things, none of them are true.

Song Zhong saw that he had finished the appraisal, and started looking at the first one. He was harp and didn't speak for a long time.

He was in a hurry.

"It's been a long time, is it okay? Are these things real or fake?"

The appraiser wiped the sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly: "Master Song, where did you buy the things you bought?"

"You take care of so many things and tell me directly whether it is true or false."

"This...this is all fake."

"What? All are fake?"

"Yes... Yes, these eight things... are all fake."

Song Zhong grabbed the appraiser's collar and said, "You can see your eyes clearly. If you miss me, don't open your shop for me!"

The appraiser panicked: "Master Song, I have been looking at shops for so many years and have seen a lot of antiques. This thing is indeed fake. I really didn't lie to you!"

"If you don't believe it, you can look for more antique shops!"

Song Zhong was so angry that he sat back on the chair. The auction house he went to auctioned the real and fake products together.

After the appraisal by this appraiser, it shows that these things are really all fake.

Song Zhong hurriedly supported Song Zhong under his hands, and one of them asked: "Then these wishful things! The bottle! How much is it worth?"

"Up to two thousand dollars."

"Two thousand yuan... I bought it for 20 million yuan!"

"Fucking! It must be him! He did it on purpose!"

Song Zhong learned about Yang Yang's plan, but it was too late.

Twenty million is just like that.

"Yang Yang! Lao Tzu and your Liang Tzu are formed like this!"

...

Su Yan took Yang Yang to their hospital.

On the way, Yang Yang learned that Su Yan's father was Su Qi.

The name Su Qi is very famous in the medical field.

Yang Yang wrote a travel recommendation before, and he has been to many places and has heard of Su Qi's reputation.

His medical skills are brilliant, in terms of nerve and blood diseases, it is like Hua Tuo alive.

He has saved a lot of patients, and he does not discriminate against the poor. He also treats the poor. The patients cannot afford the medical expenses, so he does it himself.

When he came to the hospital, Yang Yang saw Su Qi's true face. There were many people in the hospital, and Su Qi was the most.

Su Yan took Yang Yang a look outside, and then took Yang Yang to the cafeteria for dinner.

Let the master pack another one and prepare to bring it to Su Qi.

Yang Yang snorted, he asked, "So, the blood vine that your father asked you to buy at the auction was for his patients?"

"Yes! He is a very good doctor in both Chinese and Western medicine."

"He asked you to spend so much money on medicine. The person he wants to save must be a big man, right?"

Su Yan shook her head: "No, it's a hard-working man who works on a construction site. He has to feed many people at home and is the only labor force."

"Something happened on the construction site this time, and the nerves in the legs were necrotic. If it can't be cured, they won't be able to stand up anymore and the people in his family will be hungry."

Yang Yang was shocked when he heard this.

Such a family absolutely cannot afford such medical expenses.

Even if there is compensation on the construction site, if he is treated, the family will have no money.

Su Yan said that there are often tens of thousands of medical expenses in the hospital, but because they are poor, the medical expenses that Su Qi collects are only a few thousand or a few hundred yuan within their range.

Probably this is the real Xuanhu Jishi.

"Let's go! Now my dad is resting, he will bring him food to eat, and then transfer the money to you."

On the way there, Yang Yang had a new idea.

"Dad, this is Mr. Yang Yangyang. The auction of Uzi blood vine requires 200,000 yuan. I don't have enough. Mr. Yang helped me to photograph it."

Su Yan introduced Yang Yang to Su Qi.

"Thank you Mr. Yang, it's finally saved."

There was joy on Su Qi's face.

"What is your receiving account? I will transfer it to you immediately!"

Yang Yang smiled slightly: "No need for Doctor Su."

Yang Yang witnessed the kindness of a doctor to patients, and such a doctor should be supported.

"This is the first time I have seen a responsible doctor like you. The clinic should be open for a long time."

"I decided to support your medical center, not only for funding, but also for medical equipment."

Just now Su Yan took Yang Yang around the medical hall. This building is eight floors high and the medical hall occupies two floors.

The place is too small and it is really crowded.

Yang Yang decided to buy the entire building to expand the area of ​​the medical hall.

Of course, there are definitely not enough doctors now, and he will let people recruit doctors.

Set up a charity fund in the hospital, this charity fund is open to the poor.

Su Qi heard Yang Yang's thoughts, he took off his glasses, stretched out his right hand, and solemnly held it with Yang Yang.

Full of tears, he said, "I represent the hospital and all the patients in the hospital. Thank you!