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"Feng, is everything Xiaoxiao said true? Are you...are you really an antiques master?"
"Oh my god, an antiques master? That must rake in a lot of money, right?"
"Doesn't it go without saying? Just strolling around the antiques market, one can make a pretty penny, right?"
"Why do I feel this story is so fake? He's only twenty-three, and he's become an antiques master?"
Several childhood friends were already in disarray, struggling to accept this as truth.
Just when everyone was half in doubt, Sun Haiyang suddenly burst into loud laughter, growing louder as he continued.
In the end, he was laughing so hard that tears came out.
Customers entering and exiting the hotel kept glancing over curiously, wondering what had happened.
"Haiyang, Tang Feng has become an antiques master, what are you laughing at?" Zhang Xiaoming asked curiously.