Chapter 731 [731] This is my heirloom, I have to pay more

When Huangmao and his companions 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 decision, and they could only survive if he changed his mind.

Huang Mao thought of a solution in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Ye, I have an antique at home. I am willing to give it to Mr. Ye to make amends. I only ask you to spare my life."

His younger brothers were stunned. Why didn't they think of this? But they didn't have any antiques at home.

But they couldn't care less now and immediately rushed to speak.

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

"Mr. Ye, I only have one life. I will be your slave from now on..."

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

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

Ye Feng listened to the messy conversations of several people, but his eyes were fixed on the yellow-haired man. "Do you have antiques at home? What kind of antiques?"

Huangmao saw that something was up 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 right away so you can see it with your own eyes."

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

Ye Feng was not afraid that he would take the opportunity to escape. With Gao Hu and his gang around, he didn't think he would have the courage to do so.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, the yellow-haired man came back running with a vase in his arms, and behind him there was an old man chasing him with a shoe in his hand.

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

The old man was out of breath in the pursuit, but he still persevered.

"What kind of heirloom is this? If your grandson dies, who are you going to pass it on to?"

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

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

The vase is about 50 centimeters tall, with a turquoise green base and various auspicious patterns painted all over it, using very bold colors.

He was too lazy to study it carefully and directly turned on the deep scan function.

"A Qing Jiaqing turquoise green ground foreign colored dragon pattern Ruyi Wandai ear cloud mouth vase, identified as authentic, estimated price: 2990 million..."

Seeing this information, Ye Feng's heart beat wildly twice. This was the most valuable antique he had received today.

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

Huang Mao was feeling uneasy and asked hurriedly, "Mr. Ye...is this bottle valuable?"

Ye Feng casually put the bottle on the ground and said, "No matter whether it is valuable or not, this bottle doesn't seem to be yours, right?"

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

Before he could speak, the old man at the side immediately pinched his ear, lifted him aside, turned his head and glared at Ye Feng, "This bottle is mine, give it back to me quickly."

When Huang Mao heard that his grandfather dared to speak to Mr. Ye like that, he was so frightened that his bladder tightened. "Grandpa, do you know who this gentleman is? He is..." The old man had a bad temper and slapped him. "I don't care who he is. If he dares to steal my heirloom, I will fight him to the death!"

The yellow-haired man was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Ye Feng.

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

The old man held the vase in his arms and said firmly, "This is my family heirloom. How can I value it with dirty money?"

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

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

Although he still refused, the word "dirty" had disappeared from his mind, which shows that when you have more money, things are no longer so dirty.

"Two hundred thousand."

"This is my heirloom, I have to pay more..."

"Three hundred thousand."

"This is..."

"That's it."

"No, I'll sell it!"

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

Ye Feng was at a loss as to what to do with his sudden change of attitude, "Isn't this your heirloom?"

The old man immediately gave a confident answer, "Money can also be passed down from generation to generation!"

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

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

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

Gao Hu was very perceptive and immediately gave Xu Biao a wink.

Xu Biao immediately understood and hurried to an ATM to withdraw 300,000 yuan and gave it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't bother to be polite with them and handed it back to the old man, "Can you count it and see if it's correct?"

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

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

He had originally intended to exchange the vase for his life, but now that it had become a fair trade, his fate became uncertain once again.

Ye Feng waved his hand casually at him and said, "For your grandfather's sake, I'll let you go this time."

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

(End of this chapter)