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On the 12th night, I drove the car downstairs.
The two got out of the car.
Feng Zejian asked, "Shall I call you a taxi?"
Twelve Nights shook his head in refusal.
"I don't usually ride in other people's cars; I'll walk back myself."
Feng Zejian grinned.
"Walking the whole way?"
Twelve Nights countered, "Otherwise what?"
Feng Zejian sighed, "How insecure you must be," and took out the keys to his pink electric scooter.
Twelve Nights was a little confused.
"What's the meaning."
"Take it."
Twelve Nights didn't understand, but she still accepted it.
Feng Zejian patted the pink electric car next to the Land Rover.
"My beloved pink sweetheart is yours to use."
Chapter 258 This...you robbed an armored truck?
Twelve Nights was somewhat disgusted.
"I don't even use pink, you're a grown man..."
Feng Zejian grew anxious.
"What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?"
"Is this pink? This is youth, this is vitality, this is purity, this is love."
Feng Zejian argued his case for his beloved general.
Twelve Nights didn't want to listen to Feng Zejian's nagging, so he got on his electric bike.
Feng Zejian reminded everyone: "There are countless roads, but safety is the most important."
Before Feng Zejian could finish speaking, Shierye interrupted him.
"I've driven more cars than you've slept with women, you don't need to remind me."
Feng Zejian scratched his head.
"What I meant to say is that there are a lot of traffic police around here, and they are quite strict about checking whether people are wearing helmets, so please remember to wear one."
Twelve Nights fell silent, quietly put on her helmet, and rode away on her pink sweetheart, Windswept.
Feng Zejian suddenly remembered something and reminded him, "The pink sweetheart charger is in the storage space under your butt."
Twelve Nights did not respond and then disappeared from Feng Zejian's sight.
Feng Zejian opened the trunk.
The sight of the truck full of money made Feng Zejian somewhat regretful that he had asked for cash.
Feng Zejian simply took ten bags and went upstairs.
When Rio Sawada started, it was somewhat comical to see Kaze Sawama carrying four bulging long golf bags on his arms, with one on each shoulder.
"You are..."
"Um, let me in first, I'm not feeling too comfortable like this."
"Let me get it for you."
Feng Zejian shook his head.
"Trust me, you can't lift it."
Feng Zejian slipped inside, placed the golf bags in the living room, and then ran out again.
I made more than a dozen trips back and forth.
Exhausted, Feng Zejian lay down on the ground.
Feng Zejian certainly couldn't transport as much money as a cash transport truck could.
I have no idea how they managed to stuff that money in there; the bag must have weighed a lot.
The golf clubs in the living room are piled up like a small mountain, and more than half of them haven't been moved yet.
I called Twelve Nights right away and asked her to help me deposit the rest of the money into the card. I'm in big trouble, this is going to kill me.
Actually, it's not fair to blame Feng Zejian for being weak. He carried ten bags upstairs, which was more than enough for one meal. It's quite an achievement that he's managed to hold on this long.
Rio Sawada poured herself a glass of water.
"Come and have a drink of water."
Feng Ze took the glass and gulped it down.
Rio Sawada looked at the mountain of golf bags with some curiosity.
"Did you go to the golf course to do wholesale?"
"A golf bag doesn't necessarily contain golf balls."
Rio Sawada was even more confused.
"What else could a golf bag contain if not golf balls?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and unzipped a golf bag.
Looking at the colors inside that symbolized wealth, Rio Sawada was so frightened that she took several steps back.
"This...you robbed an armored truck?"
Feng Zejian smiled.
"Even armored trucks would rob me. With the cash here, plus the cash in the trucks outside, that's a total cash flow of over four billion yuan, enough to open a small bank."
"More than four billion... I've only ever heard of that in my life, I've never seen it."
Kazema casually picked up a bag and threw it at Rio Sawada's feet.
"Here's a pack for you, as pocket money."
Rio Sawada was somewhat excited, but when she tried to lift it, she found that she couldn't lift it at all.
"How much money is in here? I can't even lift it."
"Not much, maybe tens of millions."
Rio Sawada was stunned when she heard this, as tens of millions of people were dumbfounded.
"Isn't this ridiculous? How am I supposed to spend this money?"
"Hahaha."
Feng Zejian was somewhat helpless. It was true that when you have a lot of money, you don't even know how to spend it.
Rio Sawada released her grip.
He turned and walked over to Feng Zejian, helping him up.
"Don't sit there anymore."
Kazema felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but then Rio Sawada's words chilled him to the bone.
"What if the money gets damaged?"
Kazema stared blankly at Rio Sawada.
Rio Sawada smiled happily.
Are you sad?
Feng Ze forced a smile.
"No."
Rio Sawada leaned down and kissed Kaze Sawama's cheek.
"Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you."
Feng Zejian sat on the sofa, breathing in the peaceful air in the room.
Feng Zejian took a light nap.
"Get up and eat, the food is ready."
Feng Zejian opened his eyes.
"I'm coming."
The two sat at the dining table.
With four dishes and a soup, and each dish containing meat, it can be described as quite luxurious.
"The food is exceptionally good today."
"You haven't been back for days, shouldn't you do something nice for me?"
Feng Zejian picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the rib.
The taste of the spare ribs made Feng Zejian's eyes light up.
"It's delicious! Rio, your cooking skills have improved so much!"
Rio Sawada laughed and said, "I recently learned a few dishes from a food blogger."
Feng Zejian's appetite was greatly stimulated.
"Oh dear, this place would fall apart without you."
"Hehe, things would fall apart without you."
Rio Sawada watched Kazesawa eat for a while, then got up and left.
Kazema looked at Rio Sawada's retreating figure and asked, "Why did you leave?"
"I'm going to take a shower, just come to my room later."
Looking at the four dishes and soup on the table again, Feng Zejian realized that this sumptuous meal had taken on a different meaning.
Although Rio Sawada told him to come straight here after eating, as a man of the martial arts world, Kazema took a quick shower.
After their lovemaking, Kazema lay in bed, and he had only one feeling: Rio Sawada's skills were much better than before.
Kazema could also guess that this was probably related to Tsumazumi.
It was indeed I who made Rio Sawada realize the crisis.
When the two girls were about to get out of school, Rio Sawada got dressed.
Feng Zejian also put on his clothes.
The two girls returned together and were stunned when they saw the small mountain in the living room.
"Mother, what is this?"
"Feng Zejian brought it back. As for what it is, you'll find out when you open it."
The two girls exchanged a glance, then walked forward together and opened a bag.
The two stared in shock at what was inside.
Money, lots and lots of money, each bill a five-digit number with four zeros.
Kaori Shimizu looked at the small mountain of food.
This is a mountain of money.
"So much money, how did you get so much money, brother?"
Feng Zejian walked out of the restroom. "Of course I earned it myself, otherwise it would have been stolen."