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

"Awan, you..."

Others may not know how hard it is for Fu Wan to make money overseas, but Feng Ji does.

He even experienced it himself.

Going fishing at sea may seem like fun, but the money earned is hard-earned.

Five hundred thousand, how many times would Fu Wan have to go out to sea to earn it back?

Fu Wan naturally saw the worry in Feng Ji's eyes, and she pushed the passbook forward.

"Uncle Feng, don't worry about it. I bought a new boat and I can make more money going out to sea."

Moreover, she still has gold bricks, gold bars, and ambergris hidden in her chest, so she can still take out this little money.

Feng Ji could only nod upon hearing this, but Sun Fugui, who was watching from the side, was not happy.

"Mr. Feng, why did you take the young comrade's passbook but not mine? My money is also money!"

After the entire auction, Sun Fugui only bought a snuff bottle from the Kangxi period. Although he was not the richest man in Beijing, he at least had some wealth.

The same goes for Qin Fu. He took out his passbook, and if Feng Ji refused to accept it, it would be a lack of respect for him.

"Uncle Feng, if you don't want my money, the Third Master will be unhappy later."

He could contribute to the national treasure's return home and give the Japanese a hard time. This was only possible because Mr. Ning San was not present today. If he were present, he would never give Fu Wan and the others the chance to get the passbook.

Feng Ji felt helpless after hearing this. Why were they so eager to give him money today?

"My money plus Awan's is enough."

"No, how can we let you pay for it all? How about this, apart from the original three million, we can split the remaining one million equally!"

Sun Fugui, as expected of a businessman, immediately came up with a solution.

Qin Fu nodded in agreement. "This method is feasible. Let Fu Wan and Uncle Feng pay all the money. Then the Third Master will really punish me when we get back."

Well, since that’s what you said, Feng Ji has to accept it even if he doesn’t want to.

Feng Ji turned around and asked Fu Wan for her opinion. Fu Wan naturally had no problem with it. For her, as long as she could buy the blood coral back and not let it get lost outside, that was all that mattered!

Feng Ji's colleagues were stunned after seeing what happened.

How could there be people vying to donate money to buy national treasures? They donated hundreds of thousands with just one sentence. That's too generous!

But they like this Hao!

"Everyone, rest assured. We will report today's situation to the leaders when we return and try to apply for some rewards for you."

Although their research institute is poor, they cannot take other people's money for free.

If nothing else, the award certificate is a must.

There are also newspaper and radio reports, all of which need to be arranged.

After the auction ended, everyone paid their money and prepared to leave the venue with their belongings.

The gold needle that Fu Wan wanted was not big, so she could take it away directly after paying the money. As for the blood coral that Feng Ji wanted, he had just contacted his unit and the public security department, and planned to wait for the public security department to arrive and escort the blood coral back to the cultural relics restoration center together.

This thing must not be bumped.

Moreover, the auction venue is more than ten kilometers away from the cultural relics restoration center. If there is no protection from the public security department, they are also afraid that someone will come out to cause trouble.

After all, those Japanese and white people are still in the venue!

Not only did he not leave, he even stared at Fu Wan and the others.

They watched and whispered to each other, and no one knew what they were discussing.

Fu Wan didn't care at all; she was just waiting for the staff to bring her the golden needles. Besides, the winners take all, and even if they had objections, they had already bought the items.

Who would have thought that at this moment, Yamamoto suddenly came over with two people.

He was all smiles, speaking in a stiff Chinese accent as he extended his hand and said, "Beautiful lady, nice to meet you. My name is Yamamoto Benjiro. Could you please sell me the set of gold needles you bought?"

Yamamoto Jiro was full of confidence. He had just asked his entourage to inquire and found out that the woman who bought the golden needle was not from the capital, and judging from her appearance, she was probably not a doctor.

I guess she won’t be able to use the gold needles she bought.

Fu Wan put away the smile on her face and responded coldly: "No."

"I can give you an extra 5,000 yuan as hard work fee."

Fu Wan shook the passbook in her hand and asked, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you think I'm short of money?"

Yamamoto Jiro was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, he said in confusion: "But you are not a doctor. The golden needle cannot play its due role in your hands."

There was a hint of accusation in Yamamoto's words, and Fu Wan could still hear it.

"So what? This is China's property and should stay in China."

"Besides, I have money, and I'm happy to spend it to have fun."

Fu Wan's domineering words made Yamamoto's face turn black.

"Madam, we islanders learn acupuncture to save patients all over the world. I didn't expect you to be so selfish. I feel sorry for the patients."

Qin Fu was so furious after hearing these words that he immediately clenched his fists and wanted to hit the person.

"What bullshit! If you keep saying that, I, Sixth Master, will kick you out of the capital!"

"Sixth brother, don't be impulsive."

Fu Wan pulled him back and looked at Yamamoto's fearless look. If Qin Fu beat Yamamoto in public, he would be able to take advantage of the situation and cause trouble.

She is also good at talking nonsense and using moral blackmail.

Yamamoto Benlang felt a little sorry when he saw Qin Fu being pinned down.

Then I heard Fu Wan say nonchalantly:

"Mr. Yamamoto, please don't put the blame on me. If we were selfish, Mr. Yamamoto would not be able to learn Chinese acupuncture.

I don’t know whether Mr. Yamamoto learned acupuncture from a proper master or he learned it secretly from the medical books he brought back from China at that time?

Hey, in China, we have to bow three times and kowtow nine times when accepting disciples. I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto knelt down and kowtowed to his ancestors before learning Chinese things?"

Fu Wan paused for half a second and a smile appeared on her face.

“Although the golden needles were also left by our Chinese ancestors, you can actually have them if you want.

As long as you kowtow to me a few times and you're satisfied, I'll consider giving you the golden needle."

Fu Wan's few light words almost pissed off Yamamoto, who had just started to feel a little hope.

It is absolutely impossible to ask him to kneel down and kowtow to the Chinese people!

He stared at Fu Wan intently, and finally said, "You will regret it," and then stormed out of the venue.

Sun Fugui had just finished greeting his friends at this time. Looking at Yamamoto Benjiro's back as he left, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"I've already said that Yamamoto Jiro is narrow-minded, so why don't you curse him behind his back?"

If you're so direct, what if the devils go crazy and do something bad?!

Fu Wan spread her hands indifferently. This is the capital city. If he dares to attack her, he will be sent to jail.

Qin Fu on the side sneered, "I'm afraid he won't retaliate."

He just wanted to beat up these devils!

As they were talking, Wan Jinlai came towards them with his men.

His eyes lit up when he saw Fu Wanwan coming.

"Comrade Xiaofu, long time no see!"

He had been busy just now and had no idea Fu Wan was coming.

It was only when Fu Wan raised her bid that he realized she had come to the capital.