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n731 It’s My Family Heirloom, I Need to Add

nWhen the yellow-haired man and the others heard their conversation, they were instantly scared out of their wits.

nThey knew very well that their lives were in the hands of Mr. Ye. They could only live if he changed his mind.

nThe blond had an idea and shouted, “Mr. Ye, I have an antique at home. I’m willing to give it to Mr. Ye as an apology. Please spare my life.”

nHis lackeys were stunned. Why didn’t they think of this? But they didn’t have any antiques at home.

nHowever, they couldn’t care less now. They immediately fought to speak first.

n“Mr. Ye, I can sell my house. Please spare my life.”

n“Mr. Ye, I only have one lousy life. I’ll be your slave in the future…”

n“Mr. Ye, I have a fourteen-year-old sister…”

n“I have my grandfather’s pension…”

nYe Feng listened to their messy conversation, but his gaze was locked on the blond. “You have antiques in your house? What kind of antique?”

nSeeing that there was hope, the blond hurriedly described it, “It’s a big vase. My grandfather said that it was passed down from his grandfather. It’s about this big and the patterns on it are especially beautiful… I’ll get it for you now. Take a look for yourself.”

nAs he spoke, he tried to stand up. Seeing that Ye Feng did not stop him, he hurriedly ran home.

nYe Feng was not afraid that he would take the opportunity to escape. With Gao Hu and the rest around, he would not have the guts to do so.

nAs expected, in less than five minutes, the yellow-haired man ran back with a vase. Behind him was an old man chasing after him with his shoes.

n“You prodigal thing, that’s our family heirloom. Where are you going to take it…”

nThe old man was out of breath, but he still persevered.

n“What bullsh*t family heirloom? If your grandson’s life is gone, who are you going to pass it on to?”

nThe blond shouted as he ran to Ye Feng’s feet: “Mr. Ye, do you think this vase can be exchanged for my life?”

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

nThe vase was about 50 centimeters tall, and the body of the vase was made of turquoise. The vase was painted with various auspicious patterns, and the colors were extremely bold.

nHe was too lazy to study it carefully and directly activated the deep scanning function.

n“Qing Jiaqing turquoise green land, ocean color, flower, dragon pattern, Ruyi Wandai ear cloud bottle, appraised as authentic, valuation: 29.9 million…”

nSeeing this information, Ye Feng’s heart thumped wildly. This was the most valuable antique he had received today.

nHe suppressed the joy in his heart and quietly glanced at the yellow-haired man and the old man behind him.

nThe yellow-haired guy was uneasy and asked in a hurry, “Mr. Ye… Is this vase worth anything?”

nYe Feng casually placed the bottle on the ground. “Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, this bottle doesn’t seem to be yours, right?”

nThe yellow-haired guy’s heart sank when he saw his actions. It seemed that Mr. Ye was very dissatisfied with the vase.

nBefore he could speak, the old man beside him immediately pinched his ear and pulled him to the side. He turned around and glared at Ye Feng. “This vase is mine. Return it to me.”

nWhen the blond heard that his grandfather dared to speak to Mr. Ye like that, he was so scared that his bladder tightened. “Grandpa, do you know who this gentleman is? He’s…”

nThe old man had a bad temper and slapped him. “I don’t care who he is. How dare he snatch my family heirloom? I’ll fight him to the death!”

nThe blond was so angry that he was gritting his teeth. He wanted to say something but was interrupted by Ye Feng.

n“Don’t worry, old sir. I will never steal your family heirloom. But I really like this vase. I wonder if you plan to sell it?”

nThe old man held the vase in his arms and said firmly, “This is my family heirloom. How can it be measured by dirty money?”

nYe Feng did not say anything else. He directly bid: “100,000.”

nThe old man’s determined expression suddenly relaxed. “This is my family heirloom. How can it be measured by money?”

nAlthough he still refused, the two words ‘dirty’ had disappeared. It could be seen that with more money, it was no longer so dirty.

n“200,000.”

n“This is my family heirloom. You have to pay more…”

n“300,000.”

n“This…”

n“Then forget it.”

n“No, I’ll sell it!”

nThe old man hurriedly placed the family heirloom at Ye Feng’s feet. He stretched out his large hand that was covered in calluses: “Pay up!”

nYe Feng was at a loss because of his sudden change in attitude. “Isn’t this your family heirloom?”

nThe old man immediately gave a self-righteous answer. “Money can also be passed down from generation to generation!”

nYe Feng was speechless. “That’s true. I’ll transfer the money to you now.”

nThe old man immediately shook his head. “I want cash.”

nYe Feng looked around. He wanted to know where there was an ATM.

nGao Hu was very perceptive and immediately gave Xu Biao a look.

nXu Biao immediately understood. He quickly went to the ATM to withdraw 300,000 yuan and handed it to Ye Feng.

nYe Feng did not stand on ceremony with them. He passed it to the old man. “Count it and see if it is correct?”

nWhen the old man saw so much money, his eyes immediately lit up. He hurriedly snatched it and found a flat place to count the money.

nThe blond looked at Ye Feng worriedly. “Mr. Ye, then I…”

nOriginally, he had planned to exchange that vase for his life. Now that it had become a fair trade, his fate was once again troubled.

nYe Feng waved at him casually, “On account of your grandfather, I’ll let you off this time.”

nThe blond was overjoyed. “Thank you for sparing my life, Mr. Ye!”

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