Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Seeing Zhou Feng's attitude, Yan Bugui knew that this matter was promising. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out a bit, and he took another half step forward, lowering his voice even further.

"Do you remember that Mr. Cha from last time? He and a few old friends used to be... respectable people. Now, well, their family is a bit strapped for cash."

"They know you have a taste for these things, and you also have some old items passed down from your ancestors. They thought that instead of letting them gather dust at home, it would be better to send them to you for a practical exchange, and at least let the good things find a discerning owner to appreciate them, so that they won't go to waste."

He phrased it tactfully, but his meaning was very clear.

In other words, those old-fashioned folks were on the verge of starvation and wanted to sell off some of their possessions, so they came to Zhou Feng, a man who seemed generous and knowledgeable.

"Okay!"

Zhou Feng readily nodded.

"Please trouble you, Uncle, to pass on a message that I'll be home all day tomorrow. Just have them come over directly; the goods are no problem."

Upon receiving this reassurance, Yan Bugui felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders, his face immediately breaking into a wide smile as he nodded eagerly, "Alright! Alright! Comrade Zhou Feng, don't worry, I'll definitely pass on the message! I'll take care of it!"

He had it all planned out. If this matchmaking job worked out, both sides would have to remember him well, and he would definitely get a hefty kickback.

Zhou Feng is young, but his identity is mysterious, and he is very generous in his work, never letting anyone work for nothing.

After watching Zhou Feng and Bai Ling enter the room, Yan Bugui turned around with a smug look on his face, rubbing his hands together, and walked back with light steps.

There's no rush for dinner; he needs to go find Master Cha and have a serious talk with him, laying out the unpleasant things upfront.

Buying and selling is all about mutual consent. If you want to exchange something, that's fine, but you have to think it through beforehand.

We can't let things happen again like last time, where we changed our minds at the last minute and caused some unpleasantness.

What's the situation like now? Xu Damao's case is a living example!

Zhou Feng, this young man, is very shrewd. This group of people are themselves members of the "Five Black Categories". If they still want to play the old-fashioned tricks or have any crooked ideas, wouldn't they be walking into the line of fire?

Yan Bugui had a clear understanding of the situation.

The transaction went smoothly, everyone was happy, and he also benefited from it.

If something goes wrong, offending Zhou Feng would be a minor issue; cutting off his "path" to making money would be a huge loss!

With this in mind, Yan Bugui quickened his pace, even more so than the buyers and sellers.

Following Zhou Feng into the room, Bai Ling looked at him speechlessly.

"You've already gotten in touch with Director Sun, why are you still getting involved with Third Uncle and all that other nonsense?"

"What nonsense! Those are all treasures I'm sending to America to buy new power plants. What kind of rubbish are you spouting?"

Zhou Feng stared at Bai Ling with wide eyes.

If you really take his dealings in antiques seriously, it actually violates the rules.

So he simply put an official label on the matter.

I'm busy with all this so that I can get the power plant back in the future. If anything goes wrong, you guys have to help me, right?

Bai Ling smiled speechlessly. This guy was thinking too much. Even if he didn't use someone else's name, if he went out and set up a stall to openly collect antiques, Director Sun would have to find a way to legalize it.

What excuse are you making?

Seeing that this guy had gone to bed like a king again, Bai Ling consciously started cleaning the room.

Since the two started cooking together, Zhou Feng hasn't cleaned the house himself; Bai Ling has taken care of everything.

"By the way, I spoke with Director Sun yesterday. That power plant you mentioned is too expensive. Director Sun said he'll try to get it reported to his superiors. Do you know if we have anything that the US wants? As long as it doesn't violate our principles, we can barter. What do you think?"

"Regarding the banknote you mentioned before, Director Sun has already taken steps to coordinate it."

"Wow, you guys are pretty quick!"

Zhou Feng looked up and stared at Bai Ling with wide eyes: "Get me a dozen or so of those green-backed, watermarked one-jiao banknotes. I'll slowly find a market for them. I can also get some calligraphy and paintings, like Zhang Daqian's or Guo Moruo's calligraphy. We can have them write down which year they were given to which foreigner, so I can use them to increase credibility."

Bai Ling rolled her eyes at Zhou Feng, annoyed.

This guy doesn't even hide it from her anymore; he's just poking at it with his finger right in front of her, I don't know what he's poking at!

Every time she tried to go and see what Zhou Feng was doing on it, he would quickly put the box away and refuse to let her see it.

Even now, all she knows is which black box emits multicolored light!

With Director Sun handling things, there shouldn't be much of a problem with that one-cent banknote.

Zhang Daqian's paintings and Guo Moruo's calligraphy...

Let the government handle it then. It's not easy for either the city police or the special operations unit to get involved with these intellectuals and scholars, and they might not even be able to find them.

"I've noted all of that down. I'll report it to Director Sun later."

Bai Ling wrung out the rag and hung it on the wire behind the door to dry. "But Zhou Feng, you still need to pay more attention to that power plant you mentioned. As long as the organization approves it, they will fully cooperate with you. Don't let us down then."

More than forty million US dollars—the number made her dizzy just hearing it.

If it's at the national level, it's fine, but when it comes to an individual, she's afraid it will crush Zhou Feng.

If someone can come up with so much money, won't the organization investigate him and arrest him in the future?

If we think about it another way, if a landlord in Beiping suddenly appeared at this time who could come up with tens of millions of dollars, he would definitely be arrested and investigated.

"Don't worry, it's just a power plant. As long as our supplies arrive, we'll take care of the US."

Zhou Feng patted his chest confidently, never expecting that Bai Ling's concern was actually about the source of his "huge" wealth.

At that time, more than 40 million US dollars might have been a huge sum of money, but in later generations, although it would have been considered extremely wealthy compared to ordinary people, it wouldn't have been enough to alarm the national level!

"You know, if we had that power plant you mentioned, wouldn't we be able to develop much faster? We could catch up with Big Brother and the US. I wonder what our lives would be like then? Maybe every house would be brightly lit at night, and factory machines would be running non-stop. The future would definitely be a world of difference..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

Bai Ling was still dreaming about a bright future, but what she heard was like a thunderclap to Zhou Feng, making him jump out of bed, almost dropping his phone.