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

Seeing Wang Baozhu rushing away, Chen Xuan couldn't help being a little worried, "Xiao Feng, are we in trouble?"

Ye Feng didn't care about it at all.

As he said, he turned to look at the carpenter, "Master, let me ask you, if you want to process such a large quantity of yellow rosewood, do you know any channels?"

The carpenter immediately scratched his head in embarrassment, "I am afraid that the largest timber factory in Binhai will not be able to eat such a large quantity of yellow rosewood."

He lowered his head and thought for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, "By the way, Luo Qizhang, the old man of the Luo family, has always liked Huanghuali wood, and he sent someone to buy it on a large scale before."

Ye Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, "The old man of the Luo family? Which Luo family?"

Now it was the carpenter's turn to froze, "It's Mr. Luo Jingyuan's father, don't you know Mr. Luo? This time I was sent by Mr. Luo. You are his friend, why don't you know Mr. Luo's hobbies?"

Ye Feng scratched his head awkwardly, "It turns out that you are talking about Father Luo, he and I... indeed know each other."

More than just acquaintance, he also saved Father Luo's life.

Of course, these things are not convenient to tell the carpenter.

It's just that now let him call Luo Jingyuan and ask him if he can buy huanghuali, which is obviously not appropriate.

Maybe it will cause the other party to misunderstand, thinking that he is trying to repay the favor, then the gain is not worth the loss.

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his head to look at the carpenter, "Master, otherwise you would call Master Luo and ask him if he is interested?"

He thought the carpenter would shirk.

But unexpectedly, after hearing this, the carpenter didn't even think about it, and immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay, I will ask."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to dial Luo Jingyuan's number.

In fact, he is also selfish.

Because the old man Luo once said that if anyone can help him buy a lot of yellow rosewood, he will get a big bonus.

It can also be seen from this that Mr. Luo is obsessed with this yellow rosewood.

...

At the same time, Luo Jingyuan was chatting with his father in the hospital ward.

After this half day of recovery. Old man Luo's mentality has improved a lot.

When speaking, he was full of confidence, and he could even get out of bed and walk around by himself, just as usual.

But he still didn't worry, he just pressed the old man to the bed and let him rest obediently.

At this moment, he suddenly received a call from Carpenter Li.

Since my father likes to do some carpenters all year round, he is familiar with these old carpenters.

This time Ye Feng came to him for help, and he directly assigned this Carpenter Li to go.

Just don’t know if things are settled?

Without hesitation, he directly connected to the phone.

"Hey, Master Li, has the matter on my friend's side been resolved?"

"It has been resolved, but there is still something I want to disturb Father Luo."

"My dad is not feeling well and it is not convenient to answer the phone. Tell me what you want."

"I want to ask, does the old man still harvest huanghuali? There are a large number of the best huanghuali from a hundred years..."

"What huanghuali? My father is like this, how can I still have the energy to play those? Nothing else, let's hang up first..."

Luo Jingyuan said that he was about to hang up.

At this time, Father Luo, who was originally sleeping on the hospital bed, suddenly bounced off the bed, "What huanghuali? Where is it? How many are there?"

Luo Jingyuan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Dad, you are like this, do you still care about Huanghuali?"

The old man glared at him, "You know a fart, but you don't understand a fart. Huanghuali is my lifeblood. Without it, I would die."

Luo Jingyuan glanced at his crotch, "If Huanghuali is your lifeblood, where did I come from?"

"Boy, I'm old, and still make Laozi fun?"

The old man is eager to fight.

Luo Jingyuan hurriedly dodged.

The two of them depended on each other for half their lives.

It's not so much a father and son, it's a close friend, almost nothing to talk about.

"Okay, stop making trouble, get your phone quickly."

Old man Luo hurriedly frowned, with a serious look.

Luo Jingyuan had no choice but to hand over the phone.

"Old Li, what huanghuali did you just say? Where is it? How many? What? The whole house is huanghuali? Are you kidding? Well, you tell the seller that money is not a problem, don't sell it to Others. You just stay there for me, if anyone dares to intervene, you will give me a big ear scrape and slap him..."

The old man hung up the phone and hurriedly put on his clothes, "Hurry up, go late, Huanghuali will be snatched by others."

Luo Jingyuan hurriedly stepped forward and begged, "Dad, you haven't recovered yet, so just lie down here. Can't I just buy it for you?"

The old man stubbornly shook his head, "No, I only have to see those huanghuali with my own eyes, so I can be at ease."

With that, he walked out regardless of dissuasion.

Luo Jingyuan was also helpless to his father, so he had to let his hands arrange the car.

...

Ye Feng and Chen Xuan were waiting in the courtyard.

Suddenly I heard a few brakes outside.

There were several "banging" door-closing sounds immediately afterward.

"Master Luo came fast enough, just hung up the phone, is this here?"

Ye Feng said jokingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of murderous brawny rushing into the courtyard.

It was Wang Baozhu who walked in the front to lead the way.

"Brother Biao, this little bastard robbed my house. You must help your brother to be fair. After the matter is done, you will definitely benefit from it."

While staring at Ye Feng angrily, he said to the man behind him.

"Don't worry, you are my brother. Robbing your house is equivalent to robbing me. I would like to see, which kid is so short-eyed and bullied my brother?"

As the man said, he looked up.

When he saw Ye Feng, he only felt a shiver from the depths of his soul.

"Ye... Mr. Ye?"

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