Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

As a Chinese, it would be impossible for me to like Japanese people.

Although the Sun family had business dealings with the Yamamoto family in the past, they now have plans to stop doing business with them.

The truth is that this group of people have no credit at all when doing business. At the beginning of the business, they delayed paying the money for half a year, and even when they finally settled the bill, they insisted on getting a discount from the Sun family.

It's only now that they're talking about friendship between the two countries, otherwise Sun Fugui would have had these people put in sacks and dragged into the alley to be beaten up.

The kind that breaks bones.

If nothing else, it's good to let our ancestors hear it.

"Yamamoto Jiro is a very narrow-minded person. When Comrade Xiaofu leaves later, Qin Liu, you have to be careful."

Sun Fugui gave careful instructions, but Qin Fu showed disdain, squeezing his hands with a crackling sound.

"Okay, I'm just worried he won't come."

If the Japanese dare to come, Qin Liu must treat them well.

After the golden needle, there were two or three rare clocks. In order to discuss with his colleagues better, Feng Ji simply went back and called the colleagues who came with him.

As a result, the small table was filled with people.

Before Feng Ji had time to introduce himself to Fu Wan and the others, Wan Jinlai's voice was heard downstairs.

"Next, it's the blood coral we've all been waiting for! This coral was added to the auction on short notice. It's said to come from the South China Sea. The entire coral is naturally formed, without a single artificial carving."

As soon as he finished speaking, several burly men pushed in something covered with red silk cloth.

When Wan Jinlai unveiled the red silk cloth, it is no exaggeration to say that many people at the scene gasped.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

The entire coral is blood red. The light from the roof shines on the coral, as if the coral tree is alive, with red blood flowing through the branches, and every branch is shining.

"Well, everyone, are you all satisfied with this blood coral? Pick up your signs. The starting price is 1.5 million, and each increment must be no less than 10,000. Everyone, let's begin!"

Wan Jinlai raised his hand and someone immediately raised a sign.

"One million six hundred thousand!"

"Two million!"

"Two million and one million!"

There were quite a few people holding up signs, and the price increases were not high.

When Feng Ji increased the amount to 2.8 million, his face turned red.

It's an adrenaline rush, it's exciting.

"If it's another two hundred thousand, we won't have the budget!"

He held down his shaking hands, gritted his teeth, and took out his passbook. "I'm risking everything. I must keep this blood coral today."

"Two million and nine hundred thousand!"

A familiar voice sounded again. Fu Wan turned her head and saw that it was Yamamoto Benjiro who had snatched the golden needle from her before.

I think the people around him persuaded him to stop before, probably to leave money for Blood Coral.

"Nah, a barefoot doctor from an island country is joining in the fun too?!"

Sun Fugui cursed angrily and then took out his passbook.

"Follow him, brother, follow him to death!"

Before Feng Ji raised his hand, someone on the other side of the venue shouted out the price again.

"Two million nine hundred and one hundred thousand!"

The accent was still strange this time, and the person holding the sign was a white man with a full beard.

"It's really interesting."

Feng Ji sneered. All kinds of pigs, dogs, cows and sheep came out to join in the fun.

Fu Wan smiled indifferently and poured a glass of water for Feng Ji first.

"Uncle Feng, don't be anxious. Be careful of high blood pressure."

After saying that, she turned around and motioned Fang Min to bring the bag over, and then took out her passbook.

"I still have millions in my bank account. Let's not waste money just to save face!"

The investment in development of land in Shanghai is not so fast. What's more, at worst, she can sell the ambergris she has saved when she returns.

“I have some too. Although not millions, I still have hundreds of thousands!

Uncle Feng, fuck it!"

Qin Fu also took out his passbook.

Feng Ji looked at the table full of passbooks and was so excited that his mustache stood up.

"Okay, let's go with it!"

"three million!"

The colleagues who came with Feng Ji were dumbfounded.

Just now they didn't understand at all, and even felt a little resentful. Feng Ji came to the auction to complete a task, so why did he suddenly come here to reminisce about the past?

They were all involved in cultural relic restoration, and they liked to be methodical in their work. It wasn't that Feng Ji couldn't reminisce with others, but in their eyes, reminiscing should be done after everything was done.

What's more, leaving aside Sun Fugui, Fu Wan and Qin Fu look young and don't seem to know much about cultural relics.

As a result, someone who knew nothing about cultural relics sold a savings book worth several million!

What does it matter if you don’t understand cultural relics? People are rich!

If Feng Ji's colleagues hadn't retained some rationality, they would have wanted to scream loudly on the spot.

At this moment, they wished they could worship Fu Wan and the others.

What young man? This is the God of Wealth!

Which youngster can slam his passbook on the table and let them participate in the auction without any worries?

That’s millions, not hundreds of dollars!

Besides, their salary for a year’s work is only a few hundred yuan!

Is this how rich people spend money?

In an instant, the faces of the few old men who came with Feng Ji also turned red with excitement.

The price of blood coral continues to soar, but the larger the amount, the slower the rise.

At the same time, fewer and fewer people are raising their hands to bid.

"Three.6 million!"

Yamamoto Jiro raised the sign again. If looks could kill, there would probably be no wood left on the floor where Fu Wan and the others were.

"Three million six hundred and one hundred thousand!"

Feng Ji raised the sign again.

Yamamoto Jiro's face was almost as black as charcoal. How could these damn Chinese be so rich!

His wallet no longer allows him to add more!

He came to the auction this time for two things.

One is a golden needle and the other is a blood coral.

If the blood coral had been auctioned earlier, even if he didn't win the bid, he could still buy the golden needle back.

As a result, these cunning Chinese people put the blood coral last!

In order to prevent himself from not having enough money to buy blood coral, he gave up the golden needles. Now, he still doesn’t have enough money to buy blood coral!

Damn, where did that guy upstairs get so much money!

No matter how unwilling he was, Yamamoto Jiro had to put down his hand holding the sign.

Without Yamamoto Benro's efforts, in the end only the bearded man was left competing with Feng Ji.

However, when Feng Ji called out four million, the bearded man could only helplessly withdraw his hand.

"Four million once, four million twice..."

"Four million three times! Deal! Congratulations to this gentleman!"

Wan Jinlai shouted loudly, and immediately someone came upstairs to ask Feng Ji to pay the money.

Feng Ji counted the money in his passbook. In addition to the three million given by the organization, he still had more than four hundred thousand.

"Awan..."

Fu Wan was about to stand up, but was beaten to the spot by Sun Fugui.

"I'll go with you. I have money in my passbook!"

Sun Fugui's passbook did have some money, but it wasn't enough. Fu Wan thought about it and picked up her own passbook. "Don't push it away. I'll transfer the rest to you. Just consider it as my contribution to helping the national treasure return home!"