Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

When Cheng Fei'er heard this price, she was once again stunned.

150 million Japanese dollars was equivalent to more than 8 million Chinese yuan. Wasn't this money too valuable?

The old lady was also shocked. She only recovered after a while. "I didn't expect this antique left behind by my husband to be worth so much money."

Ye Feng looked at the old lady sincerely. "As long as you agree to sell it, I can transfer the money to you now. You can consider it."

The old lady did not think too much about it and immediately nodded with a smile. "Since this belongs to your country, it should be returned to you. As for the transfer, there's no need."

"I'm already old and have no children. What's the use of having so much money?"

Ye Feng immediately disagreed. "That won't do. How can I take your things for free?"

"We've committed so many crimes against you," the old lady insisted. "It's easy to imagine how these things got to Japan."

"And you didn't lie to me. Instead, you told me its actual value. It can be seen that you're also an honest and good child."

"So, I've decided to give it to you. I hope you can bring it back to China. It's also my way of doing good for my deceased husband and child."

The old lady nagged as she poured out the incense ash from the brush wash and solemnly handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng tried to persuade her, but the old lady refused to accept the money.

He had no choice but to ask Cheng Fei'er to help him buy a new incense burner.

The old lady did not refuse this time and placed the incense burner in front of the altar again.

After chatting with the old lady for a while, the two of them bid farewell and left.

"Are we really not going to give the old lady any money?" Cheng Fei'er stared at the priceless brush wash in Ye Feng's hand, feeling a little awkward.

"You saw it just now. The old lady is already very indifferent to money. She refuses to accept it no matter what. What can I do?" Ye Feng shrugged helplessly.

"So you just picked up 8 million yuan for nothing?"

"This isn't called picking up, this is called opportunity."

"Isn't that the same…"

Cheng Fei'er really didn't know what to say.

Earlier when Ye Feng said that he was here to search for treasures, she felt that this guy was dreaming.

Who would have thought that he would 'pick up' an antique worth at least 8 million Chinese yuan in such a short time?

The money came so easily that it made her feel surreal.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the blue sky. His face was filled with determination. "I have a dream, that is to bring back all the Chinese antiques that are lost in the outside world. This is the legacy left behind by our ancestors. How can it remain in the hands of foreigners?"

Cheng Fei'er stared blankly at his back, her heart beating wildly.

This fellow was sometimes sloppy and didn't look proper at all.

But sometimes, he had a righteous look on his face.

Which one was the real him?

Maybe both? Or perhaps neither?

The longer she interacted with him, the more she felt that she could not see this man clearly.

"What's wrong? Are you shocked by my heroism?" After Ye Feng made a passionate speech, he immediately turned around and teased.

Cheng Fei'er rolled her eyes, and the trace of reverence she had just felt immediately disappeared.

Ye Feng did not joke with her anymore. He continued to 'stroll around' instead.

It had to be said that this Nishidiwa was a treasure land.

With the help of the deep scan, Ye Feng's harvest could only be described as 'bountiful harvest'.

Although the few antiques he had collected were not as valuable as the brush wash, they were huge in quantity. In less than an hour, he had collected eight or nine antiques.

These antiques were simply wasted in the hands of these laymen. They were used to store sundries and even thrown into the warehouse for a long time.

When he faced these people, he wasn't as honest as when he faced the old lady. He showed the face of a 'profiteer'.

After a simple calculation, the total value of these eight or nine antiques was more than 10 million Chinese yuan.contemporary romance

And he only paid less than 1 million, which was ten times the profit.

Cheng Fei'er followed behind him and finally saw what it meant to pick up money.

No, this was even easier than picking up money. It could be said to be robbing money.

She slowly understood why Ye Feng could have hundreds of billions of assets at such a young age, because earning money was a piece of cake for him.

She would never have to worry about money if she married such a man.

Hmm? Why would she think of this?

She quickly threw away the messy thoughts in her mind and followed behind Ye Feng.

In the blink of an eye, it was already noon. Both of them were a little hungry.

After Ye Feng received a Qing Dynasty snuff bottle, he was about to leave with Cheng Fei'er.

However, at this moment, he stopped in his tracks again and looked at the courtyard beside them.

Although this courtyard was also very old, it was very large. Even the door was much higher than the other courtyards. It must have been a wealthy family back then.

Of course, he didn't care about that. What really caught his attention was an antique in the courtyard.

Its value far exceeded that of the brush wash from before. There was no comparison at all.

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Cheng Fei'er saw that Ye Feng had stopped and asked curiously, "What now?"

"I'm a little thirsty again." Ye Feng stared at the courtyard in front of him. He could not help but lick his lips as if he was really thirsty.

When Cheng Fei'er heard this, she almost fell over.

Couldn't this guy find a better reason?

He had used this excuse when he went to those houses earlier.

Every time he asked for a cup of water, he had to take an antique with him. This seemed to have become an iron law.

Now that she heard that he was going to ask for water again, she knew that there must be antiques again.

However, there was one thing that she really couldn't understand. Why did this guy happen to have antiques every time he went to someone's house?

It was as if he had turned on the positioning system. Every cannonball hit the target.

If she hadn't told him about Nishidiwa, she would have suspected that this guy had colluded with those people and was deliberately teasing her.

Just as she was sighing, Ye Feng had already walked over and called the door.

However, this time, the owner's temper was not very good. As soon as the door was pushed open, a sharp female voice came from inside. "What are you knocking for? Is there something wrong with you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman with a mean expression on her face walked out.

The woman was in her forties and was wearing cheap home clothes. Her elbows and knees were so worn out that they were bulging.

"Hello, we're here to play. We're a little thirsty. Can we get a glass of water from you?" Ye Feng repeated the words that he had used countless times before.

According to his previous experience, the master would most likely let him in and give him a glass of water to drink.

But this time, they met a tough guy. The woman glared at him. "What water? Are you so poor that you can't even afford a bottle of water?"

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