"Ten million!"

!!!

The hall had fallen completely silent, every person's neck feeling as though it was being strangled, suffocating them. Their eyes bulged wide open, the number that casually slipped from Ye Feng's lips sent shivers down their spines!

What can ten million buy?

It could purchase ten nicely located properties in Jiangnan City! It could buy a jewelry store! It could also acquire several branded fashion boutiques!

Yet now, Ye Feng had offered ten million for a second-hand garment from a street stall!

Had his brain been squeezed by a door?

That was the thought in the minds of everyone in the hall. They felt Ye Feng was too greedy, to the point of insatiability!

If Cui Dafu hadn't been there at the moment, these people would have once again ridiculed and struck at the ignorant poverty-stricken fool!

Now, everyone was looking at Cui Dafu. They wanted to know what kind of fate awaited someone who dared to extort a world-class fashion designer!

Meanwhile, Yan Li and the other women were looking at Xu Ningxue with faces full of scorn, feeling that Xu Ningxue's judgment was terrible indeed, to have chosen such a greedy, oblivious man!

Cui Dafu's eyelids twitched wildly as he stared at Ye Feng, trying to find a hint of a different expression on the man who was dressed like a construction worker, but he was disappointed.

Ye Feng's expression remained as calm as water, as if ten million was just a number in his eyes, with no other significance.

"Good! Ten million it is!"

Cui Dafu, struggling with inner agony, clenched his teeth and said.

His words sounded like a howitzer blasting through the hall, leaving everyone's minds utterly blank.

"He... he actually agreed!"

Everyone's eyelids twitched and they stared at Cui Dafu, their faces not just filled with shock but thick with disbelief, unable to believe.

Ten million for a second-hand street stall garment!

How was this possible!!!

"Mr. Cui! Don't be fooled!"

Just then, Ling Changhong, with a face full of disbelief, shouted at Cui Dafu:

"Mr. Cui, this guy must be a scam artist. Though I don't know what method he used to make you willing to spend ten million on a piece of clothing, he's undoubtedly a con man!"

"Yes! Mr. Cui, you mustn't be deceived. He must be out of his mind with poverty to be scamming you!" Yan Li said incredulously to Cui Dafu.

"Scam?" Upon hearing this, Cui Dafu's brow furrowed, followed by a sneer of disdain curling on his lips:

"Truly a bunch of ignorant fools!"

"Do you know what this painting represents? It is the Fire Phoenix—Rebirth!!!"

"This is the Phoenix Totem, the specialty of the world's leading painter, Mr. Xu Ziqian! Mr. Xu Ziqian once created a Phoenix Rebirth Painting with his own blood, which was auctioned at the world's top auction house, Christie's, for an astronomical price of one billion dollars! Although this totem is much inferior to the original masterpiece of Master Xu Ziqian, it bears seven-tenths of Master Xu Ziqian's charm. In this world, apart from Master Xu Ziqian, no second person would be able to paint at such a level!"

Cui Dafu was very excited at this moment, excited not only by the ignorance of these people but also fortunate for himself!

He knew that with this Phoenix Rebirth Painting on a garment, he would be able to sweep through all the major fashion competitions globally, truly an invincible force!

And his name, Cui Dafu, would become even more renowned, and it was even possible that because of this one piece of clothing, he would ascend to the throne of the top-tier fashion designers!

Listening to Cui Dafu's words, everyone's minds buzzed, overwhelmed with shock!

Xu Ziqian, the world's number one painter, was of course known to them! But the Phoenix Rebirth Painting, that they had never heard of, because as soon as that painting was completed, it was snatched up and collected for a sky-high price!

However, these details were not important. What baffled them was how could this guy who looked like a laborer have painted the Phoenix Rebirth Painting!

Everyone's heads spun, unable to associate Ye Feng in his tattered clothes with a painting worth ten million.

"Young man, do you know Master Xu Ziqian?" Cui Dafu had no interest in the others, his eyes now blazing with excitement as he looked at Ye Feng.

"Studied a few days with that old guy!" Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders, not denying it.

He knew Xu Ziqian, not because the country arranged it for him, but because he had once saved Xu Ziqian's granddaughter's life during a mission. Afterward, he visited his home and learned there for a period of time.

Xu Ziqian had never taken any disciples in his life, but he took a particular liking to Ye Feng, teaching him to paint almost hand-in-hand. And Ye Feng's talent did not disappoint Xu Ziqian. Although he was not on par with some of the top master painters, very few domestic painters could measure up to him.

Hearing Ye Feng's acknowledgment, Cui Dafu grew even more excited, as Ye Feng could be considered Xu Ziqian's first disciple. It would be truly idiotic not to establish a good relationship with him now.

"That Ye brother, I'll transfer the ten million to you as soon as I can! Leave me your account and contact details!"

Cui Dafu had heard Xu Ningxue call out Ye Feng's name just now; he went along with it and replaced 'young man' with 'Ye brother' to get closer.

Ye Feng did not object, simply saying, "Wait till tomorrow when you go to Zhen Country Group, Ningxue will give you the clothing. You can just transfer the money directly to her!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Ningxue was stunned, then startled, "No... no, no! Ye Feng, this is your money, I... I can't take it!"

Xu Ningxue was nearly dumbfounded; ten million, not a measly ten thousand—she could not possibly accept so much money from Ye Feng!

Ye Feng glanced at Xu Ningxue and, seeing her determined stance, chuckled and said, "I don't have a bank card, so just keep it in your account for now. I'll come back to you when I need it."

Ye Feng still had a bank card with eight million in it, which Zhao Yuankui had given to him for treating Old Zhao's illness. However, he barely used any money and hadn't touched it at all.

Xu Ningxue wanted to decline after hearing this, but upon seeing Ye Feng's face growing stern, she timidly said:

"Okay... alright! I'm... I'm just keeping it for you. Once you get a bank card, transfer it as soon as possible!"

"That's more like it!" Ye Feng finally showed a smile.

At this point, everyone in the hall was already stupefied, glancing between Ye Feng and Cui Dafu with a flattering smile, then at Xu Ningxue, feeling their brains weren't working.

They just concluded a deal for ten million?

F*cking hell!

When did making money become so easy, earning ten million from selling a piece of clothing? Could you be any more outrageous?

Everyone was almost at a loss for words. In less than five minutes, the "poor ghost" they had mocked and scorned had earned enough money to literally crush them to death!

But that wasn't all. At this moment, a multitude of footsteps sounded from outside the hall, and then a stream of figures strode in briskly.

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