Tomb Raiders: Treasure Raiders

Chapter 11
During the time I was in a coma, those behind-the-scenes black hands were enough to operate all the things, create evidence, cover up the truth, and spread rumors, and they must have carefully arranged for a long time in advance before they started. I don’t think I have the ability to solve all these secrets for the time being. But I won't give up, never will.

Uncle Fu, don't worry about me, people have to live, no matter how difficult it is, they must live bravely.You should know that this is the legacy left by my great-grandfather. The Han family has faced crises several times, but they have survived in the end. Based on this legacy, I have to live, and I have to live better. Only by living can I get revenge. "

Uncle Fu listened quietly, Han Feng spoke very thoroughly, far from what a child of this age should say, of course Uncle Fu was not surprised.Hanfeng is a business family, more precisely, a mining family. The Han family has a large number of mining resources. Generations of Han family children have been conscientiously operating the ancestral mines and continuously expanding the scale. Hanfeng is a standard family.

The education these aristocratic children received was different from ordinary children. They had almost no time to play. Family business and political trends were all basic lessons for aristocratic children. If they did not accept such an arrangement, they would be the prodigal sons of the family.Some business families even allow future heirs to attend board meetings from an early age in order to lay a better foundation, so that under such an environment, those young children are almost all shrewd little fried dough sticks.

Fu Bo took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and said, "Master, all bank cards have been confiscated. This money is my pocket money. There is only so much. If my body allows me, I will steal it, but Mr. Fu can’t do it anymore, you save the money, don’t waste it, these humble little money is the capital for your survival, try to save it as much as possible, if you have no money in the future, begging is not shameful, the most important thing is to live.”

Han Feng took the stack of money, which looks like a lot to ordinary people, but in Han Feng's eyes, it is not enough for a month's pocket money, and he will have to live on this money from now on, Han Feng stared at the banknotes and said: "If When I get to that point, I will not stick to the so-called face, and I will really do it if I can live by begging. But I have a way to make money.”

Uncle Fu looked at Han Feng in surprise, and Han Feng rubbed the back of his aching mind and said, "There is a huge flea market in Mon Carlo City called the Ghost Market, which existed when the Kester Republic was founded. It has not been banned. My father said that this market is full of all kinds of goods, only what you can't think of, what you can't afford, and absolutely nothing you can't buy. I believe in my vision, this will be a good place for me to pan for gold. "

Uncle Fu looked at Han Feng with questioning eyes, and Han Feng puffed up his chest and said, "What I need is to enter a social university. I can learn the knowledge in books by myself. I have nothing. The previous education is no longer applicable to me. What Xuanyuan College taught How to manage a huge business group or political group, but did not tell me how to start from scratch, the flea market will teach me everything."

(End of this chapter)