"Ah Wan, you..."
Others may not know the hardships Fu Wan endured while making money overseas, but Feng Ji certainly does.
He even experienced it firsthand.
Fishing at sea looks fun, but it's all hard-earned money.
How many times would Fu Wan have to go to sea to earn back 500,000?
Fu Wan naturally noticed the worry in Feng Ji's eyes, and she pushed the passbook forward.
"Uncle Feng, don't worry about that. I've bought a new boat, and I'm making more money at sea now."
Moreover, she has gold bricks, gold bars, and ambergris as her secret stashes, so she can still afford this amount of money.
Feng Ji could only nod upon hearing this, but Sun Fugui, standing to the side, was not having it.
"Mr. Feng, why did you take the young man's bankbook but not mine? My money is money too!"
Throughout the entire auction, Sun Fugui only managed to buy a snuff bottle from the Kangxi era. Although he wasn't the richest man in Beijing, he still had some wealth.
Qin Fu was the same; he had already taken out his savings book, and if Feng Ji didn't accept it, it would be disrespectful to him.
"Uncle Feng, if you don't take my money, Third Master will be unhappy later."
He could contribute to bringing the national treasure home and also give the Japanese a hard time. It's just that Master Ning wasn't here today. If he were here, he wouldn't have given Fu Wan and the others the chance to get their bankbooks.
Feng Ji was also helpless. Why was everyone 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, besides the three million we originally prepared, we'll split the remaining one million equally!"
Sun Fugui, being a businessman by trade, immediately came up with a solution.
Qin Fu nodded in agreement, "This method is feasible. Let Fu Wan and Uncle Feng pay for all the money. When we get back, Third Master will really punish me."
Well, since that's what they say, Feng Ji has no choice but to accept it.
Feng Ji turned to ask Fu Wan for her opinion. Fu Wan naturally had no problem with it. As long as she could buy the blood coral back and prevent it from being lost elsewhere, that was all that mattered!
Feng Ji's colleagues were utterly dumbfounded after their visit.
How could anyone be vying to donate money to buy national treasures? Donating hundreds of thousands of yuan with just one sentence is just too extravagant!
But they like this kind of extravagance!
"Don't worry, everyone. We will definitely report today's situation to the leaders when we get back and try to apply for some rewards for you all."
Although their research institute is poor, they can't just take other people's money for nothing.
Putting everything else aside, awards and certificates are definitely a must.
There are also newspaper and radio reports; all of these need to be arranged.
After the auction ended and everyone paid their money, they prepared to leave the venue with their belongings.
Fu Wan didn't need many gold needles; she could take them directly after paying the money. As for the blood coral that Feng Ji wanted, he had just contacted his work unit and the public security department, planning to escort the blood coral back to the cultural relics restoration institute together when the public security personnel arrived.
This thing must not be bumped or knocked.
Moreover, the auction venue is more than ten kilometers away from the cultural relics restoration institute. Without the protection of the public security department, they are afraid that someone will suddenly appear and cause trouble.
After all, those islanders and white people are still in the venue and haven't left yet!
Not only did they not leave, they even kept staring at Fu Wan and the others.
They watched and whispered to each other, seemingly discussing something.
Fu Wan didn't care at all; she was just waiting for the staff to bring her the gold needles. Besides, it's all about winning or losing; even if she had objections, they had already bought the items.
Unexpectedly, Yamamoto suddenly walked over with two other people.
With a broad smile, he extended his hand in broken Chinese and said, "Beautiful lady, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Yamamoto Jiro. May I ask if you can sell me the set of gold needles you bought?"
Yamajiro was full of confidence. He had just asked his entourage to inquire and found out that the woman who bought the gold needles was not a local of the capital. Judging from her appearance, she probably wasn't a doctor.
It seems she wouldn't need the gold needles she bought.
Fu Wan's smile vanished, and she replied coldly, "No."
"I can give you an extra five thousand yuan as a tip for your trouble."
Fu Wan waved the bankbook in her hand. "Does Mr. Yamamoto 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 gold needles in your hands cannot play their proper role."
Fu Wan could still hear the accusation in Yamamoto's words.
"Then so be it. This belongs to China, so it should stay in China."
"Besides, I have money, so I'm happy to spend it to make myself happy."
Fu Wan's domineering words made Yamamoto's face darken.
“Madam, we islanders learn acupuncture so that we can use it to save patients all over the world. I never expected you to be so selfish. I feel sorry for the patients.”
Qin Fu was furious upon hearing these sarcastic remarks and immediately clenched his fists, ready to punch someone.
"What utter nonsense! If you keep spouting this, I'll beat you all out of the capital!"
"Sixth Brother, don't be impulsive."
Fu Wan pulled him back. Looking at Yamamoto's fearless appearance, if Qin Fu hit Yamamoto in public, he would have an even better excuse to cause trouble.
She can also use verbal attacks and moral blackmail.
Yamamoto Jiro felt a pang of regret upon seeing Qin Fu being subdued.
Then Fu Wan said nonchalantly:
"Mr. Yamamoto, please don't label me. If we were selfish, Mr. Yamamoto wouldn't have been able to learn Chinese acupuncture."
I don't know if Mr. Yamamoto learned acupuncture through a proper apprenticeship or by stealing it from medical books that were taken back from China at that time.
"Alas, in China, accepting a disciple requires three bows and nine kowtows. I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto knelt and kowtowed to his ancestors before learning Chinese techniques?"
Fu Wan paused for half a second, then smiled.
"Although gold needles were left by our Chinese ancestors, you can actually have gold needles if you want."
"If you kowtow to me a few times, until I'm satisfied, I'll consider giving you the gold needles."
Fu Wan's casual words nearly drove Yamamoto, who had just begun to have a glimmer of hope, to his death.
It's absolutely impossible for him to kneel down and kowtow to the Chinese!
He stared intently at Fu Wan, then left the venue in a huff, saying, "You'll regret this."
Just then, Sun Fugui finished exchanging pleasantries with his friends and watched Yamajiro's departing figure, feeling a little worried.
"You've all said Yamajiro is narrow-minded, don't you guys talk badly about him behind his back?!"
This is so direct! What if the Japanese soldiers go crazy and do something bad?!
Fu Wan shrugged indifferently. This was the capital city; if he dared to make a move, he could go to jail.
Qin Fu, standing to the side, sneered, "What I'm afraid of is that he won't retaliate."
He just wanted to beat up those Japanese devils!
As the group was talking, Wan Jinlai led his men toward them.
When they saw Fu Wanwan, their eyes lit up.
"Comrade Xiao Fu, it's been a long time!"
He had been busy the whole time and had no idea that Fu Wan had come over.
He only realized that Fu Wan had come to the capital when she raised her paddle to bid.
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