Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 1220 Is This the Face of a Nouveau Riche?

Chapter 1220 Is This the Face of a Nouveau Riche?

??Matsuyama Shoji pursed his lips. "This is a trade secret. How can I tell you?"

The old man smiled and shook his head. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me. Anyway, I can only offer 1 million yuan at most. If you think it's too little, you can go to other shops to take a look."

Matsuyama Shoji hesitated for a moment. "How about 1.5 million?"

The old man shook his head and said nothing.

"1.3 million?"

The old man still shook his head.

"Then 1.1 million is fine, right? It's just an extra 100,000."

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

Matsuyama Shoji blushed. "Aren't I too lazy to run? As long as you can pay 1.1 million, this jade cup is yours."

The old man pushed the Nine Dragon Cup over. "I'm sorry. You'd better go somewhere else to take a look."

Matsuyama Shoji panicked. "You're too stingy. You can't even add 100,000? Fine, 1 million it is. I want cash."

The old man sneered, "I take back my words. I don't want this cup even if you give it to me for free."

Matsuyama Shoji's expression changed. "Didn't you say 1 million? 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? You can go to whoever offers you 2 million."

Matsuyama Shoji hurriedly stood up and said something nice.

However, the old man had a stubborn temper and could not be persuaded.

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

Ye Feng listened to their conversation and almost burst out laughing.

When Shen Guanlin bought his Nine Dragon Cup, he spent 80 million yuan in Chinese currency.

And now, these two people were actually arguing for a long time over a mere 2 million Japanese dollars.

2 million Japanese dollars was equivalent to more than 100,000 Chinese dollars, which was the biggest insult to the Nine Dragon Cup.

If these two people knew the true value of the Nine Dragon Cup, their expressions would probably be very interesting.

At this moment, the man had already walked out of the pawnshop. He did not stay any longer and immediately followed him out.

He had thought that Matsuyama Shoji would continue to make inquiries at the next pawnshop, but he did not expect that this fellow would actually enter a bar in the end.

"Let's go. Get out of the car."

Ye Feng stopped the car by the roadside and immediately brought Feng Jianwu out of the car.

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

"Is this your first time at a bar?" Ye Feng could not help but ask with a smile when he saw her expression.

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

Ye Feng was really shocked. "Really? How can a girl your age not have been to a bar before?"

Feng Jianwu was a little embarrassed by his question. "My family has always been very strict and never allowed me to come to such a place."

When Ye Feng heard her answer, his heart ached.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, a girl born into a family like Feng Jianwu should be a little princess who could do whatever she wanted.

However, they did not expect that she had actually lost more than many ordinary girls.

"Then let's play today. No one dares to meddle in other people's business." Ye Feng pulled her in.

It was around 8 o'clock in the evening, and the bar had only just started to open for business. There were already many men and women twisting their bodies to the manic music.

As if she had found an 'organization', Feng Jiawu immediately rushed onto the dance floor and swayed along with the music.

Ye Feng looked around and soon found that man at the bar counter. He walked over silently.

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

Ye Feng had just walked to the bar counter when he heard Matsuyama Shoji shouting at the waiter.

The waiter sized him up and immediately smiled apologetically. "Are you looking for Lisa? Her appearance fee is very high…"

Before he could finish, Matsuyama Shoji suddenly took out a wad of cash from his pocket and slapped it on the bar counter. "Is this enough?"

The waiter glanced at the stack of notes and saw that it was at least 50,000 Japanese dollars. He immediately smiled and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll call Lisa for you."

With that, he left quickly.

Matsuyama Shoji had a smug smile on his face. He turned his head and scolded another waiter. "You have no eyes at all. Hurry up and serve the alcohol! I want the best whiskey."

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

Matsuyama Shoji raised his glass and drank all the wine in one gulp. "Another glass."

The alcohol content of the whiskey was not low. The waiter had never seen anyone drink so fiercely, but he did not dare to be negligent and poured another glass for him.

This time, Matsuyama Shoji did not take a sip. Instead, he took a sip and leaned back in his chair with a look of enjoyment. His right hand rubbed his briefcase.

Ye Feng saw his actions and wanted to laugh. Was this the face of a nouveau riche?

This guy was probably too poor before. Now that he knew that the Nine Dragon Cup could be sold for millions of Japanese dollars, he suddenly had confidence and began to spend money for revenge.

After a while, the waiter who went to call for someone came back. "Sir, I'm really sorry. Lisa already has a guest. She really can't leave."

"Do you want me to help you find another one? We still have many little sisters here, and they're not inferior to Lisa..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, Matsuyama Shoji slammed the bar counter. "I only want Lisa."

The waiter was shocked and hurriedly explained, "Sir, Lisa is really not available today. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Matsuyama Shoji had just downed a glass of whiskey, and now that the effects were there, he became bolder. He grabbed the waiter's collar and said, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I only want Lisa. It's because I didn't give enough money. I have plenty of money. Call Lisa over immediately."

The waiter hesitated for a moment and walked toward a booth in the corner.

Ye Feng saw that there were a few men sitting in the booth. They all had a fierce look on their faces, and they were not easy to deal with.

Before the waiter could finish speaking, one of the men slapped him, causing the waiter to spin on the spot twice.

"Mr. Matsuyama," the waiter said in a low voice. "If you want Lisa, you have to invite her yourself."

Matsuyama Shoji didn't notice the situation over there. When he heard what he said, he was a little unhappy. "What a good-

for-nothing. He can't even handle such a small matter."

He finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass and stood up slowly. "Where are they? Bring me there."

The waiter had no choice but to lead the way.

Just as the two of them left, Feng Jianwu walked out from the dance floor. "Master, what are you doing sitting here? Come and dance with me."

Ye Feng shushed her, then nodded at her. "There's going to be a good show."

Out of curiosity, Feng Jianwu also turned her head to look.