The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 9 9. Golden Apple

From the appearance, it looked too much like it was made of gold, and I thought it was impossible to hang something so heavy.

But it’s a small world and anything can happen.

Lin Feng was surprised and happy. He took the bench and was about to step on it and take it off to have a look.

Wayne also came up, wagging his tail and squatting on the ground obediently.

After climbing high, I saw its appearance clearly. It really looked like gold!

Lin Feng tried to reach out and gently tap the edge of the golden apple. The echo was dull, like a popping sound.

It's so heavy in your hand that it's hard to imagine that it's just hanging from a thin branch.

After carefully picking it off, Lin Feng tapped its outer shell with his hand. He was a little disappointed to find that it was empty inside.

But even this is very valuable, and if it is pure gold, it can be sold for a lot of money.

After getting off the bench, Lin Feng looked around the apple tree several times but didn't find the second one.

This is a golden apple tree that produces gold. Although further confirmation is needed, it is enough to excite Lin Feng.

If it was really made of gold, it would be a big loss to sell it by the gram. Lin Feng was going to send it to the auction house, but he didn't know if such a "wild" thing could go through the normal channels.

In short, these things can only be started after making sure that it is made of gold, otherwise it will be in vain.

The next day I woke up naturally, and every breath of air was fresh.

The first thing he does when he gets up every day is to take a deep breath through the window, exhaling the overnight exhaust and inhaling the fresh air with the fragrance of earth.

This feeling is so good, the whole person quickly breaks away from sleep and plunges into a brand new day.

The golden apple is placed on the bedside, bathed in the morning light and full of golden temptation.

I only know Ms. Laura and Cassidy here, and the latter probably won't be of much help.

Called Ms. Laura and she brought good news.

There is an auction house called "Zhenbao" under the Weili Group, which is headquartered in Seattle. If necessary, Ms. Laura can help contact acquaintances.

"A golden apple? That sounds very topical."

Ms. Laura on the phone was very interested. She said that there was a story about golden apples in Greek mythology, but Lin Feng thought this was just a coincidence. Apples are not exclusive to the Greeks.

The next day, a middle-aged man appeared at the ranch, wearing a decent suit, a high nose, and deep eyes.

"Lin Feng, nice to meet you. I am Paul Schneider, the business manager of Zhenbao Auction House."

Lin Feng admired their efficiency. Less than 12 hours after he had called Ms. Laura, they had already appeared at the ranch.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Lin Feng took out the golden apple and placed it on the living room table where there was light.

Paul put on the gloves professionally, carefully held it in his hand and looked around it several times, even using a magnifying glass.

After reading the results, he told Lin Feng that he was not an appraiser, didn't know much about it, and couldn't explain why, so he needed to go to the appraisal center in Seattle.

Lin Feng was sweating, thinking that since you don't understand, why bother watching it? It's just a waste of time.

However, Paul praised it as a great piece of art. If it were real gold, there would be a huge market for it. Some of his clients are interested in gold art, so they might be able to get a good price.

"If you have time, it's best to go to Seattle in person and meet our appraiser. He will give you some advice." Paul said.

Lin Feng nodded, "I have a question, how far is Seattle from here?"

Paul smiled, "The direct flight from Helena takes less than two hours, right next to Montana." No wonder he was so efficient, it turns out that Seattle is very close to here.

"Okay, I will make time to go there as soon as possible. As you can see, there is no wool in the pasture now. I can go anywhere."

Paul is a capable business manager who doesn't like procrastination. When the goal is clear, the sooner he completes it, the more he can start his positive feedback loop.

"I'll send a car to pick you up then. If you don't have time, you can make an appointment later. I'll be available for the last week, except Tuesday."

Paul wore a valuable watch and occasionally looked down at the time as he spoke.

To be honest, Lin Feng envied successful people like him, at least they looked successful on the outside.

When I stayed in the United States, I also aimed for people like Paul. Unfortunately, something happened to my family later. It's the so-called fate that affects people.

It was agreed that after three days, Lin Feng would make a plan for the ranch and prepare to get on the right track.

When I came to the United States as a rancher, I almost lost the concept of weeks. I was busy dealing with trivial matters every day.

After seeing Paul off, Lin Feng began to inspect the ranch.

He rolled the Indian motorcycle out of the garage. It was so heavy that it took some strength to keep it from tipping over.

Turning the key, a roaring sound is heard. No man can refuse such a cool big car.

This is the perfect means of transportation in Lin Feng's mind, and he has already begun to imagine racing on the desert road.

Lin Feng's 185cm height is just right for riding, and you don't need to bend too much over the body.

After a few low-speed turns in the yard, it got used to its temperament and started to drive slowly onto the grass.

The current pasture is overgrown with weeds, and we will need to get a weeder to clean it before we can plant grass.

From time to time, we can see rabbits, marmots and other small animals. These little guys are not afraid of strangers, they are more like the indigenous residents of the lakeside pasture. It seems that Lin Feng is a foreigner.

It was pleasant to ride along Tranquility Lake, and he liked smelling the earthy smell of the lake water. When he was a child, there was a small lake next to his hometown. This smell gave Lin Feng an inexplicable sense of security.

After getting familiar with the motorcycle, he wanted to ride it on the road.

Not far away is the famous Route 191, which crosses two states and passes through an Indian reservation.

It is said that Indians are not allowed to leave the reservation at will, and non-Indians are not allowed to enter without authorization. The original owner of the North American continent is imprisoned.

Lin Feng didn't want to cause trouble, so he would stay away from there.

Soon his motorcycle drove onto Highway 191. River Valley Town was sparsely populated. Except for those trucks doing trade, there were almost no people wandering around outside at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Both sides of the straight road are semi-desert and semi-steppe landforms. The desertification becomes more obvious as you go north. In the distance, it has completely turned into earthy yellow sand and gravel landforms, which are reflected into light yellow by the sunlight. The scenery is extremely beautiful.

The field of view is very broad, there is no building as far as the eye can see, and you can see far away at a glance. It is completely natural scenery, and you feel like "the world is so vast that I can walk alone".

Lin Feng's restless heart gradually became restless, and he began to speed up.

The motorcycle rushed out instantly and raced along Highway 191!

Lin Feng liked this feeling so much that his depressed mood was swept away.

I was going to ride about ten kilometers north along the highway. I heard from Cassidy that there was a self-service gas station there. I could indeed check it on the map. It was the only gas station around.

Excited, he pressed the horn twice, and the speed had already reached 100 mph. Except for the excessive wind noise, Lin Feng felt that he could continue to increase the speed. At least it would be no problem to reach 120, but he dropped it to 100 for safety.

During this period, a pickup truck whizzed past him, startling Lin Feng. The driver obviously did it on purpose and even gestured towards him.

This was the only car I saw before arriving at the gas station.

(End of this chapter)