Precious Cultural Relics
The cars shuttled through the crowded streets at night. From time to time, the sounds of street performers playing and singing and the laughter of passers-by could be heard.
However, Luo Feng's mood was unusually calm, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The car finally stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary building that hid a luxurious aura.
Feng Luo got out of the car and passed through a rosewood door. He entered an elegantly decorated reception room.
"Mr. Luo Feng, welcome. "Please follow me.""
They passed through a complicated corridor and finally arrived at a private conference room with exquisite decorations. After Feng Luo sat down, the lady left quietly.
The door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a simple but very noble suit. His expression was calm, and his aura was extremely strong.
