Gift: A Rockwell token and a Swiss Bank black card.

Signed: Luo Zhaofeng Ye Wan realized belatedly that Luo Zhaofeng was Mr. Luo’s name. He was startled. “What token? Where did you put it?”

Lu Changchuan stood up, took Ye Wan's hand and walked towards the west wing.

There weren't many guests at the banquet yesterday, but every time a guest arrived it was like moving into new house.

The most exaggerated one is Mr. Qin.

The Qin family and the Lu family are separated by a courtyard wall, but when Old Qin came, he was followed by a truck.

An old man who is in good health but still moves a little slowly.

A truck was following behind him slowly, as if it had run out of gas.

In the rising sun, the steady old man and the rumbling truck, the scene was as funny as a cartoon.

The moment he saw it, Lu Changchuan almost thought that Mr. Qin had brought people to mess things up.

Until a group of young and strong servants jumped off the car, and two of them carried down 66 ebony boxes on a shoulder pole.

Old Qin said that it was the dowry he saved for Wanwan.

66 boxes.

May everything go smoothly for the rest of your life.

At that moment, Lu Changchuan felt very complicated.

Four points of pride.

A little suspicious.

There was also a mixture of two parts of disbelieving shock and one part of careless consideration.

When Lu Changchuan saw Mr. Luo's gift list today, he was even more shocked than yesterday.

It was like a notice issued by an important national department.

The fewer words.

The bigger the matter.

A black card from a Swiss bank is shocking enough.

But there is a token in front of the black card.

And it’s the Luo’s token.

For some reason, they felt like they were carrying the Luo family's heirloom token. As they walked towards the west wing, Lu Changchuan and Ye Wan felt a little nervous.

Squeak.

When you push open the door, you see boxes piled up one on top of the other.

The old housekeeper is young at heart and is very organized. Each gift is attached with a gift list, indicating what gift was given to whom by who on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

The Luo family's gift was in a box and placed on the square table facing the door.

The mahogany box is about an inch square, and there are flowers carved on the two short sides.

It is particularly eye-catching at first glance.

Seeing the box, Ye Wan was stunned.

Not to mention the gifts inside, the mahogany box alone is an antique that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Not to mention the sleek and simple feeling of age, the carvings on the box alone are so intricate and ancient that they are not something that ordinary people can recognize.

If it were put on the Qingque auction house, it would be worth at least several million dollars.

Ye Wan subconsciously looked at Lu Changchuan, "Isn't this really the Luo family's heirloom?"

???

He just felt that the four words "Luo's Token" represented a sense of mystery and solemnity.

Could it be the Luo family's heirloom?

Lu Changchuan paused, "Open it and you'll know."

The moment the box was opened, Ye Wan was stunned.

The dark green fan-shaped token, in color and texture, is the same as the ancient martial arts token in her hand.

The inner edge of the fan shape is slightly concave, as if something fits perfectly with it.

Ye Wan saw it.

Lu Changchuan also noticed it.

"Wanwan..."

Lu Changchuan picked up the old yellow envelope under the token.

When he opened it, a black card fell into Ye Wan's hand.

A low-key and luxurious color.

Golden number.

Although he didn't know how much money was in it, Ye Wan knew that it would definitely not be a small amount.

Then he took out the plain white letter paper, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting appeared on the paper.

(End of this chapter)