I Picked Up 100 Million In The Rental House At The Beginning

When Huang Mao heard the conversation between the two, they were frightened.

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

Huang Mao was anxious to become wise, and hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Ye, I have antiques in my family. I am willing to give Mr. Ye to apologize, and I only ask you to spare me a little life."

His little brothers were immediately stunned, why didn't they think of this trick? But there are no antiques in their house.

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

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

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

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

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

Ye Feng listened to several 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?"

When Huang Mao saw the play, he hurriedly described it, "It's a big vase. My grandfather said it was passed down by his grandfather. It's probably so big. The pattern on it is very beautiful... I'll get it for you. Look."

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

Ye Feng wasn't afraid that he would take the opportunity to drive away. There are people like Gao Hu, forgive him for not having the guts.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, Huang Mao ran back holding a vase, and an old man was chasing after him with his shoes.

"You're a prodigal thing, that's our family heirloom, where are you going to carry it..."

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

"What kind of shit heirloom, if your grandson's life is gone, who would you pass it to?"

Huang Mao shouted as he ran to Ye Feng's feet, "Mr. Ye, do you think this vase can replace my life?"

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

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

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

"Qing Jiaqing turquoise green land Yangcai wearing flower and dragon pattern wishful Bandai ear cloud mouth vase, identified as genuine, estimated value: 29.9 million..."

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

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

Huang Mao was uneasy, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Ye...Is this bottle worth it?"

Ye Feng put the bottle on the ground casually, "I don't care whether it's worth it, but doesn't it seem that this bottle is yours?"

Huang Mao's heart sank when he saw his movements, 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 belongs to me, you can quickly return it to me."

When Huang Mao heard that his grandpa dared to speak to Mr. Ye like this, his bladder was tight, "Grandpa, do you know who this gentleman is? He is..."

The old man had a bad temper and slapped his hand. "Laozi cares who he is and dare to snatch my heirloom. I will fight him hard!"

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

"Don't worry, old gentleman, I will never steal your heirloom. But I do like this vase. I wonder if you are going to make a move?"

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

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

The old man's steadfast expression suddenly relaxed, "This is my heirloom, how can it be measured by money?"

Although he still refused, the word "dirty" has disappeared. It can be seen that the more money, it will no longer be so dirty.

"Two hundred thousand."

"This is my heirloom, I have to add money..."

"Three hundred thousand."

"This is..."

"Forget it."

"Don't, I'll sell it!"

The old man hurriedly placed the heirloom at Ye Feng's feet and stretched out his calloused hand, "Pick up money!"

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

The old man immediately gave a straightforward answer, "Money can be passed down the family!"

Ye Feng was speechless, "Yes, I will transfer the money to you."

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

Ye Feng looked around, wondering where there is a cash machine.

Gao Hu was very insightful and immediately winked at Xu Biao.

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

Ye Feng didn't be polite with them either. He changed hands and handed it over to the old man, "You count and see, right?"

When the old man saw so much money, his eyes flashed green, and he hurriedly took it away, and found a flat place to count the money.

Huang Mao looked at Ye Feng with some worry, "Mr. Ye, then I..."

Originally intending to trade the vase for his life, now that a fair deal has been done, his fate has once again become more troublesome.

Ye Feng waved at him casually, "For the sake of your grandfather's face, I will let you go this time."

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

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