Ye Feng was puzzled.
However, when he walked out of the warehouse with Fuuma Jianwu, he saw the unconcealable nervousness in Chen Qiushan's eyes and the way he kept looking into the warehouse. There were also a few middle-aged men with extraordinary auras following behind him. He understood most of what was going on.
Chen Qiushan probably couldn't wait to see the antiques that he was going to entrust to them.
The people behind Chen Qiushan all had a cultured air about them, and their eyes were bright.
One could tell at a glance that it belonged to the kind of existence that dealt with antiques for a long time.
"Brother Ye, I arrived an hour early. Did it cause any inconvenience to you?" When he saw Ye Feng walk out, Chen Qiushan quickly went up to him.
The middle-aged men behind him also quickly greeted him. "Mr. Ye."
"Hello, Mr. Ye!"
"Mr. Ye, I've heard a lot about you!"