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In the early morning, the sun, which had been silent all night, finally rose slowly with the crow of the rooster. A ray of warm sunshine penetrated countless worlds and shone on Yang Fan.
"Um!"
Yang Fan turned over and felt that a small stone beneath him hit his back. He quickly stabilized his body and lay quietly on the cold ground, slowly opening his hazy eyes.
"This isfather's grave?"
Feeling the cold ground beneath him and looking at the surrounding scene, Yang Fan finally came to such a conclusion.
"It seems that I drank a little too much last night!"
With his hands firmly on the ground and his waist straightened, Yang Fan sat up. Then, a dizzy feeling poured into his mind like a torrent of spring water.
Fortunately, due to work reasons, Yang Fan got drunk quite a lot, and his ability to resist was not too bad. He only sat on the ground for a moment, and most of his headaches disappeared.
"last night¡¡"
Gently rubbing his forehead that was getting better, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something. It seemed like something unusual happened to him just last night!
"Last night I met my father who traveled through time and became an immortal. Then I got an orb and became a slave merchant. Finally, I made a slave trade with Alice in Resident Evil!?"
Recalling last night¡¯s experience, Yang Fan¡¯s tone gradually changed from solemn to playful.
¡°Obviously, this is just a dream, a rather outrageous dream!
"What a shame, I would actually have such a dream!" Yang Fan laughed to himself, then stopped thinking about it and prepared to stand up and go back to his bungalow to tidy up his hygiene. "Huh? What is this?"
Yang Fan touched the ground with his hands and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt that his right hand was not pressed against the cold and solid ground, but pressed against a suitcase.
He stood up in no hurry and reached out to pick up the black suitcase placed beside him.
¡°jdmpdmgjmp?¡±
Looking at the large characters engraved on the surface of the black suitcase, Yang Fan couldn't help but frowned.
How could Yang Fan, who only has a high school diploma and has been away from textbooks for five years, know these letters?
¡°Also, how could this high-end-looking black leather box with English engraved on it appear next to me?
¡°Besides¡these letters look a little familiar!
For a long time, Yang Fan scratched his head, unable to figure out the meaning of these letters, and finally gave up the idea.
"Let's open it and take a look!" Yang Fan stood up and looked around, but found no trace of anyone passing by. Finally, he made this decision.
This black leather box is not a password box. It only has two buttons at the opening. Yang Fan moved his two thumbs lightly and heard a "click" sound coming from the box.
"Thisthis is"
He opened the suitcase gently with both hands. Suddenly, Yang Fan's body tensed and froze in place, his eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.
It turned out that the suitcase in front of Yang Fan actually contained a stack of banknotes depicting the little old man Franklin, no more, no less, twelve neat stacks, placed in the middle of the small suitcase. Very full.
"These U.S. dollars are all real!" His fingers gently ran across the U.S. dollars in the box. Yang Fan, who had come into contact with a lot of U.S. dollars due to work, easily identified them. These dollars were all real! "There are a total of twelve piles, and each pile is about 10,000 US dollars. In other words, there are about 120,000 US dollars in this suitcase!"
His eyes were fixed on the twelve wads of dollars in the suitcase, and the corners of his mouth were trembling. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
It¡¯s no wonder that Yang Fan has never seen the big world. You know, the 120,000 US dollars, converted into RMB, is at least more than 700,000!
What is the concept of more than 700,000?
Yang Fan's salary was more than 2,000 yuan a year ago. When he returned to work and was promoted, his income was only more than 5,000 yuan. After all, even if he had to save more than ten years without food or water, , to have these!
Ten years, Yang Fan is only twenty-three years old this year, but ten years from now, he will be thirty-three!
This momentary opportunity has caused Yang Fan to struggle for more than ten years. How can it not be exciting!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The next moment, countless doubts entered Yang Fan's mind.
How come this $120,000 appears next to me?
The probability of accidentally leaving it behind is too small. After all, the place where Yang Fan was last night was too remote. Normally, no one from the villagers in Hutou Village would pass by for several months. How could those rich people come here without any problems? A place to throw money and play?
But other than that, there is nothing that can explain the origin of the 120,000 US dollars!
"etc!"
Just when Yang Fan was puzzled, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, and a wild and seemingly far-fetched idea appeared in his mind.
At this moment, Yang Fan vaguely remembered that just last night, he had read such a passage in a book.
"When a customer purchases a slave from a slave trading house, in addition to the corresponding crystal coins, he also needs to pay a certain amount of currency from his own plane!" Yang Fan murmured in a low voice. Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth There was also a hint of a smile. "Is it possible that everything that happened yesterday was real, that I really owned a plane slave trading house? Everything about Immortal Father, Lili, Qingyu, Gavanya, Zombie, Alice, etc. is all real ?!¡±
"And these 120,000 US dollars are exactly the currency of his plane that Alice left behind after purchasing ten slaves?!"
While Yang Fan was pondering this question, another idea flashed in his mind. He quickly closed the black suitcase and looked at the large characters written in English on the cover of the box.
"jmgmjmp?jmgwtjmthese English letters seem to have appeared in "Resident Evil"!"
"Umbrellaumbrella companyyes! That's right, this English sentence means umbrella company!" Yang Fan slapped his thigh fiercely and laughed.
"Haha, this means that the things I saw last night were not dreams, but real people!"
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Fan suddenly felt comfortable all over his body, and his eyes seemed to look at the whole world a lot brighter.
Since it is confirmed that everything last night is real, then the "Chengfeng Slave Trading House" is also real!
With this thing, shouldn¡¯t I be able to get wind and rain in the future?
Compared with the glorious prospects in the future, this mere US$120,000 is simply nothing.
"You can get extra money by selling ten slaves. In the future, when the business gets bigger, for every 10,000 yuan transaction, you still have to earn hundreds of millions of yuan?"
I believe that even if you want to become the richest man in the world or build a super business empire, it will not be difficult, right? "Bang!" He placed his hands on the two buttons of the black suitcase again, gently opened it, and closed it again.
¡°Don¡¯t show off your wealth, hey, wait until you get into the city and then find someone to change the US dollars into RMB!¡±
With both hands carefully hugging the black suitcase in his hands, Yang Canbufa trotted briskly towards his home. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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