463 Mr. Ye?



Chen Xuan saw Wang Baozhu leave angrily and could not help but be a little worried. "Xiao Feng, we won't be in trouble, right?"

Ye Feng did not take it to heart at all. "He's just a gambler. What can he do?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the carpenter. "Old master, let me ask you something. Do you know any channels to deal with such a large amount of yellow rosewood?"

The carpenter immediately scratched his head in embarrassment. "I'm afraid the largest timber factory in Binhai City can't handle such a large quantity of yellow rosewood."

He lowered his head and thought for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Right, Luo Qizhang, the old master of the Luo family, has always liked yellow rosewood. He even sent people to buy it in large quantities."

Ye Feng was stunned, "Old Master Luo? Which Luo family?"

The carpenter was stunned. "He's Mr. Luo Jingyuan's father. Don't you know Mr. Luo? This time, it was Mr. Luo who sent me here. You're his friend, how could you not know about Old Master Luo's hobbies?"

Ye Feng scratched his head awkwardly. "So you're talking about Old Master Luo."

Not only did they know each other, but he had also saved Old Master Luo's life.

Of course, it was not convenient to tell the carpenter about this.

However, it wasn't appropriate for him to call Luo Jingyuan and ask him if he wanted to buy some yellow rosewood.

Perhaps it would cause the other party to misunderstand and think that he was blackmailing him to repay his kindness. Then, the gains would not make up for the losses.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked up at the carpenter. "Master, why don't you call Old Master Luo and ask him if he's interested?"

He thought that the carpenter would refuse.

But unexpectedly, the carpenter did not even think about it after hearing his words. He immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll ask now."

Then, he dialed Luo Jingyuan's number.

Actually, he was also selfish.

This was because Old Master Luo had once said that whoever could help him buy a large amount of yellow rosewood would receive a large sum of money.

From this, it could be seen that Old Master Luo was obsessed with this yellow rosewood.

..

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

After half a day of recovery. Old Master Luo's spirit had improved a lot.

When he spoke, he was full of confidence. He could even get out of bed and walk around on his own, no different from usual.

However, he was still worried. He pressed the old man on the bed and told him to rest obediently.

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

As his father liked to work on carpentry all year round, he was familiar with these old carpenters.

This time, when Ye Feng came to him for help, he directly sent Carpenter Li over.

Didn't he know that the matter had been settled?

Without hesitation, he picked up the call.

"Hello, Master Li, has the matter with my friend been resolved?"

"It's already been resolved, but I still have something to disturb Old Master Luo."

"My dad isn't feeling well and can't answer the phone. If you have anything to say, tell me."

"I want to ask, does the Old Master still accept yellow rosewood? There's a large number of hundred-year-old yellow rosewood here..."

"What yellow rosewood? How could my father still have the energy to play with those things in his current state? If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first..." Luo Jingyuan said and was about to hang up.

At this moment, Old Master Luo, who was originally sleeping on the bed, suddenly jumped up from the bed. "What yellow rosewood? Where is he? How many?"

Luo Jingyuan could not help but shake his head and smile bitterly. "Dad, you're already like this. Why are you still concerned about yellow rosewood?"

The old man glared at him. "What do you know? You don't know anything. Yellow rosewood is my life. Without it, I would rather die than live."

Luo Jingyuan glanced at his crotch. "If yellow rosewood is your life, then where did I come from?"

"Brat, you're already so old, yet you're still making fun of me?"

The old master pretended to hit him.

Luo Jingyuan hurriedly dodged.

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

Rather than calling them father and son, it was better to call them best friends. They talked about almost everything.

"Alright, stop fooling around. Hurry up and bring the phone over."

Old Master Luo's face immediately tensed up and he looked serious.

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

"Old Li, what did you say about yellow rosewood? Where are you? How many? What's that? The entire house is made of yellow rosewood?"

"Are you kidding me? Alright, alright, tell the seller that money is not a problem. Don't sell it to anyone else. You just stand there and watch. If anyone dares to interfere, you'll give him a big slap..."

The old man hung up the phone and hurriedly put on his clothes. "Let's go quickly. If we're late, the yellow rosewood will be snatched away by someone else."

Luo Jingyuan hurriedly went up to him and begged, "Dad, you haven't recovered yet. Just lie here obediently. I'll go buy it for you."

The old man shook his head stubbornly. "No, I can only feel at ease when I see those yellow rosewood with my own eyes."

As he said that, he walked out regardless of the dissuasion.

Luo Jingyuan had no choice but to ask his subordinates to arrange a car.

..

Ye Feng and Chen Xuan were waiting in the courtyard.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of brakes coming from outside.

Immediately after, the door was closed with a few bangs.

"Old Master Luo is really fast. He just hung up the phone and he's already here?" Ye Feng said jokingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of strong men rushing into the courtyard with murderous intent.

The one leading the way was Wang Baozhu.

"Brother Biao, it was this little b*stard who snatched my house. You must help your brother uphold justice. After the matter is done, you will definitely receive benefits."

He stared at Ye Feng with hatred as he spoke to the man behind him.

"Don't worry, you're my brother. Stealing your house is equivalent to stealing mine. I want to see which little brat is so blind as to bully my brother."

As the man spoke, he looked up.

The moment he saw Ye Feng, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Mr... Mr. Ye?"