Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

When Huang Mao and the others heard the conversation between the two, they were frightened out of their wits.

They knew very well that their life and death depended on Mr. Ye's thoughts, and they could only survive if he changed his mind.

Huang Mao became wise in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Ye, I have antiques in my house. I am willing to give Mr. Ye an apology. I just ask you to spare my life."

His gang of younger brothers were stunned, why didn't they think of this trick? But they don't have any antiques at home.

But they can't control so much now, and immediately scrambled to speak.

"Mr. Ye, I can sell my house, please spare my life."

"Mr. Ye, I only have one bad life, and I will be your cow and horse in the future..."

"Mr. Ye, I have a fourteen-year-old sister..."

"I have my grandpa's pension..."

Ye Feng heard a few people talking in a mess, but his eyes were tightly locked on Huang Mao, "Do you have antiques in your house? What kind of antiques?"

Huang Mao saw that there was something interesting, and hurriedly described it, "It's a big vase. My grandfather said it was passed down from his grandfather. It's about this big. The patterns on it are very beautiful...I'll get it for you, and you can see it with your own eyes." .”

As he said that, he tried to stand up, and seeing that Ye Feng didn't stop him, he hurriedly ran home.

Ye Feng is not afraid that he will take the opportunity to sneak away, with Gao Hu and his gang around, forgive him for not having the guts.

Sure enough, within five minutes, Huang Mao ran back with a vase in his arms, and behind him was an old man chasing him with shoes.

"You prodigal bastard, that's our family's heirloom, where are you going to take it..."

The old man was out of breath after chasing him, but he still persevered.

"What nonsense heirlooms, if your grandson's life is gone, who do you pass it on to?"

Huang Mao ran to Ye Feng's feet while shouting, "Mr. Ye, do you think this vase can change my life?"

Ye Feng took the vase from him and looked at it carefully.

The vase is about fifty centimeters high, and the body of the vase is made of turquoise green, with various auspicious patterns painted all over the body, and the colors are extremely bold.

He didn't bother to study it carefully, so he directly turned on the deep scan function.

"Qing Jiaqing turquoise green land foreign color piercing flowers chilong pattern Ruyi Wandai ear cloud mouth vase, identified as genuine, estimated price: 29.9 million..."

Seeing this information, Ye Feng's heart jumped twice. This is the most valuable antique he has received today.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, and calmly glanced at Huangmao and the old man behind him.

Huang Mao felt uneasy, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Ye... is this bottle worth anything?"

Ye Feng casually put the bottle on the ground, "I don't care if it's worth it or not, but this bottle doesn't seem to be yours, does it?"

When Huang Mao saw his actions, his heart sank. It seemed that Mr. Ye was very dissatisfied with the bottle.

Before he could speak, the old man on the side immediately pinched his ears, took him aside, turned his head and glared at Ye Feng, "This bottle is mine, return it to me quickly."

When Huang Mao heard that his grandfather dared to speak to Mr. Ye like that, his bladder tightened in fright, "Grandpa, do you know who this gentleman is? He is..."

The old man had a bad temper, and he just slapped his hand, "I don't care who he is, if he dares to **** my family heirloom, I will fight him desperately!"

Huang Mao gritted his teeth angrily, and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ye Feng.

"Don't worry, old man, I will never steal your family heirloom. But I really like this vase, I wonder if you plan to sell it?"

The old man held the vase in his arms with a firm attitude, "This is my family heirloom, how can it be measured with dirty money?"

Ye Feng didn't say any more, and directly quoted, "One hundred thousand."

The old man's resolute expression suddenly showed a slack, "This is my family heirloom, how can it be measured by money?"

Although he still refused, the word "dirty" has disappeared there, which shows that the more money, the less dirty it becomes.

"Two hundred thousand."

"This is my family heirloom, I need to pay more..."

"Three hundred thousand."

"This is..."

"Forget it."

"No, I'll sell it!"

The old man hurriedly placed the heirloom at Ye Feng's feet, stretched out his callused hands, "Pay the money!"

Ye Feng was at a loss by his sudden change of attitude, "Isn't this your family heirloom?"

The old man immediately gave a confident answer, "Money can also be passed on to the family!"

Ye Feng was speechless, "That's right, I'll transfer the money to you right now."

The old man immediately shook his head, "I want cash."

Ye Feng looked around, wondering where there was an ATM.

Gao Hu was very discerning, and immediately winked at Xu Biao.

Xu Biao understood it immediately, and hurriedly went to the ATM to withdraw 300,000 yuan, and handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was not polite to them either, and handed it over to the old man, "You can count it and see, right?"

When the old man saw so much money, green light immediately appeared in his eyes, he hurriedly snatched it away, and found a flat place to count the money.

Huang Mao looked at Ye Feng worriedly, "Mr. Ye, then I..."

Originally, he planned to exchange that vase for his own life, but now it was a fair deal, and his fate became ill again.

Ye Feng waved at him casually, "For your grandpa's sake, I'll let you go this time."

Huang Mao was immediately overjoyed, "Thank you Mr. Ye for your life!"