Chapter 1220 [1220] Is this the face of a nouveau riche?
Matsuyama Shoji curled his lips and said, "This is a trade secret. Can I tell you?"

The old man smiled and shook his head. "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Anyway, the most I can offer is one million. If you think it's too little, you can go to other stores to have a look."

Matsuyama Shoji hesitated for a moment, "How about giving me a little more, 1.5 million?"

The old man shook his head and said nothing.

"One million and three hundred thousand?"

The old man still shook his head.

"Then one million and one hundred thousand should be fine, right? It's just one hundred thousand more."

The old man immediately sneered, "Didn't you just say someone offered 2 million? Are you willing to sell it to me now for 1.1 million?"

Songshan Xiangji blushed a little, "I'm just too lazy to run. As long as you can pay 1.1 million, this jade cup will be yours."

The old man pushed the Nine Dragon Cup over and said, "I'm sorry, you should look somewhere else."

Matsuyama Shoji suddenly became anxious, "You are too stingy. You can't even add 100,000? Fine, 1 million is 1 million. I want cash."

The old man sneered, "I take back what I said. I don't even want this cup even if it's free for me."

Matsuyama Shoji's face changed. "Didn't we agree on one million just now? Why don't you want it anymore?"

The old man stood up with a cold face, "I hate dishonest people the most. Didn't you just say that someone offered 2 million to buy it? Go find whoever offers you 2 million."

Shoji Matsuyama hurriedly stood up and said something nice.

But the old man was stubborn and wouldn't listen no matter what.

Matsuyama Shoji had no choice but to put away the Nine Dragon Cup and leave in disappointment.

Ye Feng listened to the whole conversation between the two and almost burst out laughing.

When Shen Guanlin bought his Kowloon Cup, he spent a full 80 million yuan, and it was in Chinese currency.

And now these two people are arguing for a mere two million island dollars.

Two million island currencies are only equivalent to more than 100,000 Chinese currencies, which is simply the biggest insult to the Kowloon Cup.

If these two people knew the true value of the Kowloon Cup, their expressions would probably be very interesting, right?

At this time, the man had already walked out of the pawn shop, and he did not stay any longer and followed him out immediately.

He originally thought that Matsuyama Shoji would continue to go to the next pawn shop to inquire about the price, but what he didn't expect was that he would end up in a bar.

"Let's go, get off the car."

Ye Feng parked the car on the side of the road and immediately took Feng Jianwu out of the car.

After the two entered the bar, Feng Jianwu was like a curious baby. She seemed to be very curious about everything here and kept looking around.

"Isn't this your first time in a bar?" Ye Feng couldn't help but ask with a smile when he saw her like this.

He was just teasing, but he didn't expect Feng Jianwu to nod seriously, "Yeah, it's the first time."

Ye Feng was really surprised this time, "Is this true? How is it possible that a girl of your age has never been to a bar?"

Feng Jianwu was a little shy when he asked, "My family has always been very strict and never let me come to places like this."

When Ye Feng heard her answer, he felt a little distressed.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, a girl born in a family like that of Kazama Mai should be a little princess who can get whatever she wants.

But she didn't expect that she actually lost more than many ordinary girls.

"Then let's have fun today, no one dares to interfere." Ye Feng pulled her in. It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and the bar had just started to open for business. There were already many men and women twisting their bodies to the manic music.

It was as if Fengjian Mai had found her "organization". She immediately rushed into the dance floor and started dancing to the music.

Ye Feng looked around and soon found the man at the bar. He walked over quietly.

"Call Lisa out to have a drink with me."

As soon as Ye Feng walked to the bar, he heard Matsuyama Shoji shouting at the waiter.

The waiter looked at him and smiled apologetically, "Are you looking for Lisa? Her appearance fee is very high..."

Before he could finish his words, Matsuyama Shoji suddenly pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket and slapped them on the bar. "Is this enough?"

The waiter took a glance and saw that the stack of banknotes was worth at least 50,000 island dollars. He immediately smiled and said, "Sir, wait a moment. I'll call Lisa for you."

After saying that, he left quickly.

With a smug smile on his face, Matsuyama Shoji turned around and scolded another waiter, "You have no tact at all. Why don't you serve the wine quickly? I want the best whiskey."

The waiter hurriedly poured a glass of whiskey and handed it over.

Matsuyama Shoji picked up the wine glass and drank all the wine in it in one gulp, "Another glass."

The alcohol content of this whiskey was quite high. The waiter had never seen anyone drink so much, but he did not dare to be negligent and poured another glass.

This time, Matsuyama Shoji didn't drink it in one gulp. Instead, he took a sip, then leaned back in his chair with a look of enjoyment, stroking his briefcase with his right hand.

When Ye Feng saw his actions, he felt like laughing. Is this the face of a nouveau riche?

I guess he had been living in extreme poverty before, and now that he knows that the Kowloon Cup can be sold for millions of island dollars, he suddenly becomes confident and starts to spend money in revenge.

After a while, the waiter who went to call the waiter came back and said, "Sir, I'm so sorry, Lisa already has a guest, and I can't leave."

"Do you want me to help you find another one? We have many girls here, and they are no less pretty than Lisa..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, Matsuyama Shoji slammed the bar and said, "I only want Lisa."

The waiter was startled and hurriedly explained, "Sir, Lisa is really not available today. How about you come back tomorrow?"

Matsuyama Shoji had just drunk a glass of whiskey, and now he was feeling the aftereffects. He also became a little bolder, and grabbed the waiter by the collar, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I only want Lisa, isn't it just that the money is too little? I have plenty of money. Call Lisa over to me right now."

The waiter hesitated for a moment and had to walk towards a booth in the corner again.

Ye Feng saw several men sitting in that booth, all with fierce looks on their faces, and it was obvious that they were not good people.

Before the waiter could finish his words, one of the men slapped him in the face, causing him to spin twice on the spot.

The waiter quickly came back with his face covered and whispered to Shoji Matsuyama, "Sir, the gentleman over there said that if you want Lisa, go over and get her yourself."

Matsuyama Shoji didn't notice the situation over there. When he heard what he said, he immediately became unhappy. "What a loser. He can't even handle such a small matter."

After that, he drank all the remaining whiskey in the glass and slowly stood up. "Where are they? Take me there."

The waiter had no choice but to lead the way.

As the two of them left, Feng Jianwu came out from the dance floor and said, "Master, what are you doing sitting here? Come and dance with us."

Ye Feng hushed her, then nodded over there, "It's going to be a good show."

Feng Jianwu was curious and turned her head to look over.

(End of this chapter)