After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 13: Rich Now

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Rich Now

Yan Jun was taken away by the police, and Chen Feng followed to make a statement, handing over the evidence he had gathered to the police.

Afterward, Chen Feng drove home, a look of relief on his face.

It seemed inevitable that Yan Jun, that fellow, would not escape severe punishment this time, and it appeared that imprisonment was unavoidable; all in all, his fate was not going to be pleasant.

With that, Chen Feng felt at ease.

As for going to work, he, of course, did not intend to.

However, not long after he returned to his rental, he received a call from Vice President Zhang Delai.

After exchanging pleasantries and compliments, Zhang expressed his hope that Chen Feng could temporarily act as the planning department manager; this was his idea, and he had recommended it to Chairman Liu, who had agreed. If Chen Feng performed well during the temporary period, he could be made permanent in as soon as one or two months.

If it weren’t for his terminal illness, Chen Feng would have been very excited at this moment and deeply grateful to Zhang Delai.

But now, not to mention that he had a terminal illness with not much time left, even if he didn’t have the illness, he wasn’t short on money. Why would he still work for someone else?

So, Chen Feng directly refused and once again requested to resign.

Zhang Delai was somewhat disappointed and said that both he and Chairman Liu valued him highly; his resignation would need to be personally decided by Chairman Liu.

Chen Feng was not surprised by this; either way, he was definitely not going to continue working. And if he really pressed for resignation this time, he was almost certain to get it since he had the hospital’s diagnosis of a brain tumor. If an employee was terminally ill, what company would not allow him to resign or even demand a penalty fee?

There was no such logic in the world.

This was also the greatest leverage Chen Feng had when he created a scene at the company previously. He was terminally ill and close to death. To speak harshly, even if he killed someone, he wouldn’t be losing out. Not killing was already merciful enough, let alone just beating someone up.

As for his resignation, of course, there would be no problem.

It was just Yan Jun’s bad luck to happen upon Chairman Liu, the new boss inspecting upon taking over, who just so happened to hear Chen Feng exposing the company’s internal corruption.

It really was like running into the barrel of a gun, only Yan Jun’s own bad luck to blame.

However, this also delayed Chen Feng’s resignation. Of course, for Chen Feng, who was close to death and not short on money, whether he resigned or not really didn’t matter anymore.

He went back to his rental, picked up the bezoar, and headed out again, first going to the very famous and expensive Youjia Restaurant in town for a hearty lunch. He spent over five hundred yuan for just four dishes, but after having his meal, Chen Feng was extremely satisfied; indeed, you get what you pay for.

After lunch, he drove to the largest traditional Chinese medicine shop in town—Huichun Hall. Not only was it renowned in the province, but it was also quite famous nationally, ranking among the top few old reputable firms.

Entering, Chen Feng asked a young person in a white coat behind the counter, "Do you accept medicinal materials here?"

The young person in the white coat shook their head, "We generally don’t purchase from the public. Unless it’s rare medicinal material, like wild ginseng or something."

Chen Feng said, "I have a piece of natural bezoar, does that count as rare?"

After a moment of surprise, the young person quickly nodded, "Of course, that counts. I’ll take you to Mr. Hu; he’s our old shopkeeper here at Huichun Hall."

With that, the young person in the white coat enthusiastically led Chen Feng up to an office in Huichun Hall.

By the way, the young person in the white coat was a pretty lady with a beauty score above 80, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She didn’t seem like the usual counter staff, moving smoothly throughout the building; the few people they encountered along the way greeted her with smiles, and she was quite familiar with Mr. Hu, the old shopkeeper.

After bringing Chen Feng into the office, she explained the purpose of their visit to Mr. Hu, and without waiting for Mr. Hu’s instructions, she took the initiative to invite Chen Feng to sit down and then went to pour him a cup of tea.

She then sat down herself, with an attitude that showed no restraint, and Mr. Hu seemed quite accustomed to it.

After asking Chen Feng a few questions briefly, Chen Feng took out the ambergris and handed it over for appraisal.

Mr. Hu, wearing reading glasses, examined it carefully, sniffed it close to his nose, and after a thorough inspection with a magnifying glass, he nodded in confirmation, "This is natural ambergris, and the quality is not bad. How do you plan to sell it?"

Chen Feng calmly replied, "You make the first offer. If the price is right, I’ll sell; if not, I won’t."

Seeing this, Mr. Hu took out a small medicine scale and weighed it, saying, "Four taels and five maces, 225 grams. The current market price for natural ambergris varies by quality, from 30,000 to 100,000 per gram. Yours is above average in quality; I’ll offer 60,000 per gram. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng’s head suddenly swelled with excitement, and his heartbeat sped up impulsively—60,000 per gram, multiplied by 225 grams, wasn’t that more than ten million? He had thought that selling it for five or six million would be the limit, with an ideal price of around four to five million.

Now, this astronomical price completely stunned him.

Seeing that Chen Feng remained silent, Mr. Hu frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Chen, are you not satisfied with the price?"

Chen Feng came back to his senses and hastily shook his head, "No. Honestly, the price you’ve offered is much higher than I expected."

Chen Feng spoke frankly. His initial excitement soon calmed down.

More than ten million was a lot for him, but as he always said, he was going to die, and no amount of money could buy him a few more decades.

Therefore, as good as the money was, it wasn’t very useful to someone close to death.

Seeing Chen Feng speak this way, and his demeanor natural, Mr. Hu couldn’t help but nod in appreciation, "Not bad. You just happened to meet me. If you had gone to another pharmacy or an auction house, they might not have offered you such a price."

Mr. Hu also spoke frankly. He wasn’t short of money. Moreover, this piece of natural ambergris was exactly what he needed for a prescription for a VIP. He could get reimbursed, so there was no reason to save money on behalf of that VIP’s family. In other words, buying Chen Feng’s ambergris wasn’t costing him personally, and he wasn’t bothered by it.

Chen Feng believed Mr. Hu’s words. Even if he had offered 30,000 per gram, Chen Feng would have definitely sold it.

"I’ve been lucky lately," Chen Feng said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Hu."

"No need to be polite. It’s just fair for both of us," Mr. Hu smiled, then added, "Let’s settle it then, 60,000 per gram, a total of 225 grams, 13.5 million. Give me bank account details and your name, and I’ll arrange the payment right away."

"Ah, okay, thank you."

Chen Feng was about to get a pen and paper when the beautiful lady beside him spoke up, "Send it to me on WeChat. That way, there’s less chance of error than writing it down."

Chen Feng thought it made sense, so he added her on WeChat and sent her his account number and name.

Once Mr. Hu received it, he picked up his phone and made a call.

After that, Mr. Hu chatted idly with Chen Feng for a bit. In just over ten minutes, Chen Feng received a text message from the bank confirming the deposit.

For safety, Chen Feng also logged into his online banking through his phone to check. The long list of account balances made him feel dizzy.

He had money now! Suddenly, more than ten million had been credited to his account.

When had making money become so easy? But it was just that easy.

It was as if he were dreaming, but the dream was real.