Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

The two chased and fought for a while, then continued to wander.

But Ye Feng soon found out sadly that he was being targeted.

It is estimated that the fact that he dismantled the blind box in Lingshan Residence has spread in the Antique Street. Everyone knows that he just entered the venue with 20,000 yuan and made 20 million yuan.

So the merchants in the whole street targeted him and gave him special treatment.

For the same item, when others ask the price, it may be 100,000, but when he stepped forward to ask the price, the seller immediately raised the price by 500,000, or even millions.

This is taking him for granted.

After coming down several times in a row, Ye Feng was extremely disappointed.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao covered her mouth gloatingly and snickered, "If you make such a high profile again, you will be treated specially now, right? You deserve it!"

Ye Feng glared at her depressedly, "Do you think I don't want to keep a low profile? But my strength doesn't allow it."

"Smelly."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao curled her lips in disgust, "Then what do you say now? Everyone will stop playing with you, so what's the point?"

Ye Feng spread his hands helplessly, "Why don't we come here today, and we'll come back tomorrow."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao nodded. After walking around for so long, she was indeed a little tired and wanted to go back to rest early.

Just when the two were about to leave, they suddenly saw a group of people around the corner of the street, as if there was some excitement.

"Go, go and have a look."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao immediately changed her mind and walked over first.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, so he had no choice but to follow.

When the two approached, they saw a booth surrounded by the crowd, and a middle-aged man was sitting in that booth.

The man's messy long hair was scattered casually, even covering his entire face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

He was wearing a long linen gown with many patches and was dirty.

Behind the man, hung a canvas signboard with a few large characters written in calligraphy on it.

"The family-inherited sword is not sold to foreigners, not to ordinary people, but only to those who are destined!"

When Ye Feng saw these words, he secretly called out "Hello".

Not only is the silver hook and iron painting written in calligraphy very high level, but also the content is also very individual.

Others sell things, as long as the money is enough.

And this person sells things, but he still sets up so many rules, which is really quite individual.

There was a sword in the open space in front of the man. The sword was deeply inserted into the bluestone brick, leaving only a hilt.

At this time, a young man was asking the price, "Boss, how do you sell this sword?"

This man was wearing a famous brand, with a huge toad mirror on his nose, and he spoke in a nonchalant manner, with a sense of arrogance.

Behind him were two men in black, looking around vigilantly.

It can be seen from this that this person has an extraordinary family background and should be a rich second generation.

Hearing his question, the middle-aged man pointed to the sword in front of him, "Pull out the sword first, and then talk about the price."

The rich second generation glanced back at the sword, "Do you know how to do business? Since you are doing business, can you just give enough money? Young master, I really like these old things. You can set the price as you like, and I will never Counter-offer."

The middle-aged man seemed not to have heard what he said, and continued to point at the sword, "Pull out the sword first, and then negotiate the price."

The rich second generation looked a little displeased, "You are so stupid, you deserve to die of poverty."

Although he said so, he turned around and walked in front of the sword, "Isn't it just drawing a sword? What's the big deal?"

After finishing speaking, he purposely acted handsome, stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and wanted to lift the sword out.

But the difficulty obviously exceeded his expectations, his head was flushed, but the sword didn't move at all.

"I go!"

Fu Erdai spit out the chewing gum in his mouth to the ground, then grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength.

But the result was the same, not even a millimeter was pulled out.

The crowd of onlookers immediately whispered to each other.

"Isn't this sword inserted too deep? A big man can't even pull it out?"

"How did it get in there? Couldn't it be smashed in with a big stone?"

"This sword looks like a peerless sword, and it is on the same level as Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword."

"Have you read too many novels? You also rely on the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber. Why don't you talk about the Golden Cudgel?"

"Could this person be a nurse? Can't pull it out with so much effort? Isn't it too ridiculous?"

"A rich second generation like this looks like his body has been hollowed out by wine and sex. What kind of strength can he have?"

The rich second generation's head turned into a pig's liver, but he still couldn't pull it out. He took a few breaths and waved to the two bodyguards behind him.

"You two come together."

The two bodyguards immediately stepped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword with all their strength, then gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and pulled it out with all their strength.

But what made everyone present dumbfounded was that the sword remained untouched.

The rich second generation couldn't pull it out, and it could be said that his body was hollowed out by wine and sex.

But the two bodyguards were as strong as bulls, but they still couldn't pull them out, which surprised everyone a little.

The rich second generation had no choice but to go back again, "Boss, don't play with us anymore, I really like this sword, so hurry up and make a price."

"Pull out the sword first, then negotiate the price."

The middle-aged man was like a repeater, repeating the previous words again.

"you…"

The rich second generation was speechless immediately, and couldn't help cursing, "It's really a beggar's life. I don't think anyone will be able to pull it out in the next life. You just wait."

After speaking, get up and walk away.

After he left, several unbelievers went up to draw their swords, but in the end, without exception, all ended in failure.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao immediately became interested and pulled Ye Feng's arm, "Let's go up and try."

Before Ye Feng could agree, she dragged her in.

The half-dead middle-aged man's eyes immediately became sharp after seeing Ye Feng.

Ye Feng also sensed the powerful internal force bursting out of him instantly.

Master, this is a real master!