Crossing The Future Maker

Chapter 2: The Past

Thinking of this, Feng Yan sighed softly, the corners of his lips curved into a mocking arc.

    Sure enough, the so-called loyalty is only because the chips of betrayal are not enough. This sentence is applicable no matter what world it is.

    In his last life, he was born in a family of antiques, and has a first-class counterfeiting skill.

    He is the most valued junior in the family, and the antique calligraphy and paintings that flow out of his hands are priceless.

    He is a cash cow.

    He thought that with his own ability, the family would never give up on him, but it turned out that he did not meet the greater interests.

 If you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

    He did not die at the hands of outsiders, but a murder of his own family.

    A batch of fake bronzes.

    A mystery buyer.

    When he received the order, he had doubts. His rule was to only produce two fakes a year.

    However, there are twenty-three bronzes on this order.

    Feng Yan didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but his uncle has reached an agreement with the buyer. What else can I do, don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, I can only accept it.

    However, at the time of shipment, he made it clear that this batch of bronze wares were all fakes.

    He likes to make fakes, this is his hobby, he will use these fakes to make money, but he will not deceive the master.

    Who knows, a month later, this batch of counterfeit products actually appeared at the state banquet.

    Feng Yan was shocked and angry, and then...

    No more!

    In order to keep the secret of the fakes, and to make these twenty-three bronzes a real national treasure, he died.

    Then he crossed.

    In his eyes, the eldest uncle is an idiot who has high skills and low skills.

    However, it was this idiot who murdered him.

    I don't know if my grandfather knew about this.

    Feng Yan laughed at himself. It turned out that his value was only so little.

    To be honest, he didn't have much nostalgia for his previous life. When he was three years old, his father's plane crashed. When he was five years old, his mother remarried and went abroad. He grew up by his grandfather's side. This honor made him isolated by his brothers and sisters and made things difficult for him everywhere, so that he had no friends, no playmates, and no talk to him since he was a child. As long as he was in contact with people, a few cousins, they would definitely find trouble, and over time, he would get used to being alone.

In the eyes of others, they can only see the benefits of being with grandfather, but they will not think that he is just a child without a father or mother.