Chapter 178 Expert

The conversation with Jessica lasted only a few minutes.

Following the public relations arrangement, Su Yehao deliberately glanced around as he got out of the car, just to have a clear photo of the "mystery man" taken, considerately leaving room for everyone to discuss.

He was becoming more skilled at this kind of hype.

Back then, in order to shed the high-profile title of "Asian Sniper," he had also guided the media to focus on Zheng Yongwen, pushing his former chief financial advisor back into the spotlight.

Since Zheng Yongwen became famous, all sorts of past events were dug up.

In addition to single-handedly and accurately crashing the Nasdaq index, news that he had fought against the international short-selling alliance led by Soros a couple of years ago and helped Su Yehao in the early stages of his business had made Zheng Yongwen a legend in the Asian financial market.

For example, his latest nickname had become "Asian God of Stocks."

As for the Little God of Stocks, that naturally referred to Su Yehao. Some even suspected that the Su family's rise to prominence was due to Zheng Yongwen's behind-the-scenes advice and planning.

Su Yehao was happy with this outcome.

He was currently striking while the iron was hot, inviting Zheng Yongwen to be a nominal consultant at SSSSS Asset Management Company, planning to launch a public fund product targeting the international investment market.

The Hong Kong Stock Exchange after the reform belonged to listed companies, and the position of Chief Executive Officer was not a public office, so being a nominal consultant at 5S Asset Management Company did not violate any regulations.

At this moment.

Su Yehao walked toward the direction where he had just seen the girls.

Seeing him suddenly appear, Jiang Yu was startled. She patted her chest and said, "You scared me to death! Walking without a sound. I was just chatting about something fun, and you almost scared my soul away."

"I think you're feeling guilty. Wow, we've known each other for so many years, are you kidding me, spying on me?" Su Yehao's tone was exaggerated, but he wasn't angry at all. It was a kind of happiness to be cared for.

The little girl winked and asked, "The most beautiful woman in the world, is she really that pretty?"

As if it were muscle memory, Su Yehao immediately replied seriously:

"It's just hyped-up fame, she has some looks, but she's far from being comparable to you two. That skin is so dark, if she put on an apron and stood there, I'd believe she was a Filipina maid. You're different, if you put on an apron, you'd only be especially charming and sexy, like fairies descending to earth..."

"......So glib? The more you say, the less I believe you," Nangong Tian said with a smile.

"???"

Jiang Yu stood aside, telling the truth, "Nangong, it's not like you just met him today. The more guilty this guy feels, the more he talks. He's obviously trying to sweet-talk us, she really is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Whether she's beautiful or not, it's not like you haven't seen her photos. I can only say she's okay."

Lingering on this topic would obviously be asking for trouble, so Su Yehao continued, "The matter is settled, what are we planning to do next? Go to places like Disneyland, or stay here and listen to music?"

They discussed it and decided to find a good spot to listen to music, to experience authentic Western music live.

The music festival held by Sony Entertainment, relying on its wealth, invited many singers and bands.

Su Yehao knew Guns N' Roses, as well as the Backstreet Boys, who were very popular in Europe and America. Madonna also came to join in the fun, singing and dancing.

Occasionally there was a good song, but most of them were just so-so.

Jessica Alba was invited to sing a song with a man known as the King of Country Music, and from the reaction, it was lukewarm.

On the other hand, the appearance of Leonardo DiCaprio, the star of Titanic, made countless audience members scream.

……

It was a little after seven o'clock in the evening, local time in Los Angeles.

Su Yehao received another call from Old Master Tang, and unexpectedly learned that he had a friend who understood appraisal, who lived in Orange County near Los Angeles, and had already invited him to come and help take a look at the goods.

He was annoyed by the music, his head buzzing. The aftereffects of not getting enough sleep began to appear, so he ended it early and headed to Beverly Hills.

When Su Yehao returned to the hotel, a man from Hong Kong in his fifties was already waiting.

Old Master Tang had introduced him, saying that this Mr. Tang had run an antique shop in Hong Kong and also served as an appraisal consultant for museums. Su Yehao's grandfather had bought many things from him in the early years, and the quality and reputation were very guaranteed.

About ten years ago, this Mr. Tang had earned enough money, and his son had settled in Orange County, California. After marrying a local Chinese, he had a grandson for him. The old couple closed the shop and came to help take care of him.

Several treasures from the antique shop were bought by Old Master Tang at a low price, including a Ru kiln narcissus basin.

The recent decade was also a decade of rapid economic growth in mainland China.

Thanks to the rapid growth of the Chinese antique collection community, purchasing power soared, and the value of antiques doubled. Coupled with the deliberate hype of European and American art dealers, if the piece in Su Yehao's hand was indeed a rare Hongwu blue and white, well-preserved and so large, selling it for thirty to forty million Hong Kong dollars was not difficult.

Arriving in the living room of the suite, Su Yehao chatted with Mr. Tang and showed him the vase.

During this time.

Su Yehao curiously asked, "It seems that there are many cultural relics that have been scattered to the United States. I wonder if Mr. Tang, who has lived here for many years, has managed to collect any treasures?"

Mr. Tang, holding a magnifying glass, examined the blue and white vase inch by inch, looking and smiling wryly, "Orange County doesn't even have an antique shop, except for garage sales. Where would I buy them? I really regret that my brain was flooded back then, and I transferred several treasures to your grandfather. Looking at it now, I've lost at least ten million US dollars."

"……"

Su Yehao didn't know how to respond to this.

Mr. Tang, having opened the floodgates, continued to say:

"Not only did I lose money, but I also became estranged from my old friends. Coming here, I've become a nanny, taking care of my grandsons and granddaughters all day long. The house is as noisy as a vegetable market. My son and his friends started a business and lost more than two million US dollars, making some computer game, and only recovered two hundred thousand US dollars in the end. Now he's starting to think about my retirement savings. If I had known, I would have been beaten to death rather than go through all this trouble. I'd be playing mahjong in Hong Kong all day long, living so comfortably..."

Jiang Yu wasn't interested in the lives of strangers. Hearing this complaint, she knew that he was having a hard time. She said, "Then go back. It seems like your situation isn't that bad."

"It wasn't bad before. If I hadn't sold my house on the Mid-Levels, it should have appreciated by more than ten million Hong Kong dollars. When housing prices were at their highest a few days ago, it could have appreciated by twenty to thirty million Hong Kong dollars. Now I've not only lost money, but I'm also being laughed at by my son for being stupid. I should have thought more about myself, and not placed my hopes on my children."

Mr. Tang rambled on for a while, then reached out to touch the inside of the bottle, and examined the base, saying:

"There are bubbles under the glaze, it feels uneven, and the base has kiln red. Looking at the shape and the blue and white patterns, it should be Hongwu blue and white. Anyway, I can't find any faults. I'm not an expert in this area. I may have handled it before, and mistakenly regarded it as a folk kiln."

Su Yehao was listening attentively.

Then, Mr. Tang changed the subject and asked again:

"Young Master Su, you're so famous in the internet industry, can you give my son's game company some advice? If you say it's no good, I won't give him any more money, I can't run to a restaurant to wash dishes at this age."

Su Yehao smiled wryly, so that was what he was waiting for.

Su Yehao felt that it wasn't easy for the other party to come all the way, and also to give Old Master Tang face, so he replied:

"There's no need to inspect the company. Just give me the game to try. I can't sleep tonight anyway. There's a laptop in the study..."