When Cheng Fei'er heard the offer, she was once again dumbfounded.

150 million island national currency is equivalent to more than 8 million Chinese national currency. Isn't this laundering too valuable?

The old lady was equally astonished, and she came back to her senses after a while, "I didn't expect this antique left by my husband to be worth so much money?"

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

The old lady didn't think too much, and immediately nodded and smiled, "Since it belongs to your country, it should be returned to you, and there is no need to transfer the money."

"I'm already old and I don't have any children. What's the use of asking for so much money?"

Ye Feng immediately disagreed, "This is not acceptable, how can I ask for your things for nothing?"

But the old lady insisted: "We have committed so many crimes against you, how these things came to the island country, you can actually think about it."

"And you didn't deceive me, but told me its actual value, which shows that you are also an honest and good boy."

"So, I decided to give it to you as a gift, hoping that you can bring it back to Huaguo. It can be regarded as my merit for my dead husband and child."

While chattering, the old lady poured out the incense ash from the brush, and solemnly handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng tried to persuade him a few more words, but the old lady just refused to accept the money.

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

The old lady did not refuse this time, and re-enshrined the incense burner in front of the shrine.

After chatting with the old lady for a few more words, the two left.

"We really don't want to give the old lady any money?" Cheng Fei'er stared at the priceless brush washer in Ye Feng's hand, feeling a little awkward in her heart.

"As you saw just now, the old lady has taken money very lightly and refuses to accept it desperately. What can I do?" Ye Feng spread his hands helplessly.

"Then you picked up eight million for nothing?"

"It's not called picking, it's called chance."

"That's not the same..."

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

Just now when Ye Feng said that he was going to hunt for treasure, she still felt that this guy was out of the ordinary.

Who would have thought that an antique worth at least 8 million Chinese coins would be "picked up" in such a short period of time.

The money came so easily that she felt unreal.

Ye Feng looked up at the blue sky, with a look of determination on his face, "I have a dream, that is to bring back all the antiques from China that have been strayed abroad. This is the legacy left to us by our ancestors, how can we stay here for a long time?" Human hand?"

Cheng Fei'er stared blankly at his back, and waves of waves arose in her heart.

This guy is sometimes sloppy and has no shape.

But sometimes they have an awe-inspiring look of righteousness and support for justice.

Which one is the real him?

Maybe both? Or maybe neither?

The longer she was in contact with him, the more she felt that she couldn't see this man clearly.

"What? Could it be that you were shocked by my heroism?" After Ye Feng made a generous statement, he immediately turned around and joked.

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

Ye Feng stopped joking with her, but continued to "hang out".

I have to say that this Xidiwa is simply a treasure. Fun Court

Coupled with the assistance of deep scanning, Ye Feng's harvest in the next period of time can only be described as "a big harvest".

Although the few antiques collected were not as valuable as the brush wash, they were superior in quantity, and eight or nine pieces were collected in less than an hour.

These antiques are simply wasteful in the hands of these ordinary people. They are all used to store sundries, and even thrown in the warehouse for a long time without seeing the light of day.

And when he faced these people, he was not as honest as when he faced the old lady, showing the face that a "profiteer" should have.

Finally, after a simple estimate, the total value of these eight or nine antiques exceeds 10 million Chinese coins.

And he only paid less than one million, which is ten times the profit.

Cheng Fei'er followed behind him, finally seeing what it means to pick up money.

No, this is simply easier than picking up money, it can be said to be money grabbing.

Now she gradually understands why Ye Feng can own hundreds of billions of assets at a young age.

Because making money is easy for him.

When you marry such a man, you never need to worry about money.

Um? How could I have thought of this?

She hurriedly put aside the messy thoughts in her mind, and followed Ye Feng step by step.

It was already noon in a blink of an eye, and both of them were a little hungry.

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

But at this moment, he paused again, and looked towards a yard next to him.

Although this courtyard is also very old, it is very large, and even the gate is much higher than other courtyards. Thinking about it, it was considered a big family back then.

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

Its value is far higher than that of the previous brush washer, and it is not even comparable at all.

..

"what happened again?"

Seeing Ye Feng stop again, Cheng Feier asked curiously.

"I'm a little thirsty again." Ye Feng stared at the yard in front of him, and couldn't help licking his lips, as if he was really thirsty.

Cheng Fei'er almost fell over when she heard this.

Can't this guy find a better reason?

He used this reason when he went to collect antiques at those shops just now.

Every time you ask for a glass of water, you have to take an antique away, which seems to have become an iron rule.

Now when she heard that he was going to beg for water again, she knew that there must be another antique.

But there was one thing she really couldn't understand, why every time this guy went to someone's house, there happened to be antiques?

It was as if he had turned on the positioning system, and every shell hit the target exactly.

If she hadn't told him about this Xidikubo, she really would have wondered if this guy had cheated on those people and deliberately teased her?

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

But this time, the owner's temper was not very good. As soon as the door was pushed open, he heard a sharp female voice from inside, "Knock what? Is there something wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, a woman with mean words written all over her face came out.

The woman was probably in her forties, wearing a set of cheap home clothes, and her elbows and knees were all worn out.

"Hi, we're here for fun. I'm a little thirsty. Can I ask you for a glass of water?" Ye Feng repeated the words he had used countless times before.

According to previous experience, the owner will most likely let him in for a glass of water.

But this time, she encountered a hard problem, and the woman stared at her, "What kind of water are you asking for? Are you so poor that you can't even afford a bottle of water?"