In the early morning, the sun, which had been silent all night, finally rose slowly with the crowing of the rooster, and a ray of warm sunlight shone through countless worlds and shone on Yang Fan's body.

"Hmm!"

Yang Fan turned over, only to feel that there seemed to be a small pebble under him hitting his back, so he hurriedly stabilized his body, lay quietly on the cold ground, and slowly opened his hazy eyes.

"Here it is...... Father's grave? ”

Feeling the cold ground under him, and looking at the surrounding scene, Yang Fan finally came to such a conclusion.

"Looks like I drank a little too much last night!"

With his hands firmly propped on the ground and his waist straightened, Yang Fan sat up, and then, the feeling of dizziness poured into his brain like a torrent of spring water.

Fortunately, because of work, Yang Fan was drunk quite a lot, and his resistance was not too bad, and after only sitting on the ground for a while, most of the headache disappeared.

"Last night ......"

Rubbing his forehead, which was gradually improving, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something, it seemed that just last night, something unusual seemed to have happened to him!

"Last night...... I met my father who had crossed over to become an immortal, and then I got a jewel, became a plane slave trader, and finally made a slave deal with Alice in Resident Evil!? ”

Thinking back to last night's experience, Yang Fan's tone gradually changed from solemn to playful.

Obviously, this is nothing more than a dream, a rather outrageous dream!

"It's bloody, I would have such a dream!" Yang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly, then didn't think about it anymore, and was ready to stand up and go back to his small bungalow to tidy up his hygiene. "Huh? What is it? ”

Yang Fan, who touched the ground with his hands and was about to stand up, suddenly felt that his right hand was not pressed against the cold and solid ground, but on top of a suitcase.

Not in a hurry to stand up, he reached out and picked up the black suitcase beside him.

“jdmpdmgjmp？”

Looking at the few big characters engraved on the surface of the black suitcase, Yang Fan couldn't help frowning.

Yang Fan, who only has high Chinese and has been away from textbooks for five years, how can he know these letters?

Also, how could this high-end looking black leather box engraved with English appear next to him?

Moreover...... These letters look familiar!

For a long time, Yang Fan scratched his head, unable to think of the meaning of these letters, and finally gave up this idea.

"Let's open it and take a look!" Yang Fan stood up, looked around, and found no trace of someone passing by, and finally, made this decision.

This black leather box is not a lockbox, there are only two buttons at the opening, and Yang Fan's two big fingers moved slightly, and he heard a "click" sound coming from the box.

"This ...... It's ......"

Gently opened the suitcase with both hands, and suddenly, Yang Fan's body tightened, and he froze in place, his eyes were round, and his face was full of disbelief.

It turned out that the suitcase in front of Yang Fan was filled with a pile of banknotes depicting Franklin's little old man, no more, no less, neat twelve piles, placed in a small suitcase, very full.

"These dollars are all real!" Fingers lightly swiped the dollars in the box, Yang Fan, who had been in contact with a lot of dollars due to work, easily identified it, these money are real! "It's a total of 12 piles, and each pile is about 10,000 dollars, which means that there are about 120,000 dollars in this suitcase!"

His eyes stared at the twelve dollars in the suitcase, and the corners of his mouth trembled, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

It's no wonder that Yang Fan hasn't seen the world, you know, these 120,000 US dollars are equivalent to Chengren people's currency, not to mention more than 700,000!

What is the concept of more than 700,000?

Yang Fan's salary was more than 2,000 yuan a year ago, and when he returned to work, after being promoted, it was only an income of more than 5,000 yuan.

Ten years, Yang Fan is only twenty-three years old this year, but ten years later, he will be thirty-three years old!

This momentary opportunity has made Yang Fan struggle for more than ten years, how can it not be exciting!

But excitement turned into excitement, and the next moment, countless doubts drilled into Yang Fan's brain.

How could the $120,000 appear next to him?

The probability of accidentally leaving it behind is too small, after all, the place where Yang Fan was last night was too remote, and the villagers in Hutou Village would not pass by for several months, so how could those rich people come to this place to lose money and play?

But beyond that, there's nothing to explain the origin of the $120,000!

"Wait!"

Just when Yang Fan was puzzled, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed, and a whimsical and seemingly rather marginal idea appeared in his mind.

Yang Fan vaguely remembered at this moment that he had seen such a passage in a book just last night.

"Customers who buy slaves in the slave trading house need to pay a certain amount of their own plane currency in addition to the corresponding crystal coins!" Yang Fan muttered in a low voice, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile. "Is it possible...... Yesterday it was all true, I really own a plane slave trading house? Immortal Father, Liuli, Qing Yu, Gafanya, Zombies, Alice, and everything else are real?! ”

"And these 120,000 dollars are exactly the currency that Alice left behind after buying ten slaves?!"

Just as Yang Fan was pondering this question, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly closed the black suitcase and looked at the big characters depicted in English on the cover of the box.

“jmgmjmp?jmgwtjm…… These English letters, this seems to have appeared in "Resident Evil"! "Umbrella...... Umbrella Company ...... Right! That's right, this English meaning is umbrella company! Yang Fan slapped his thigh and laughed.

"Haha, that means that the things I saw last night were not dreams, but real people!"

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Fan suddenly felt refreshed, and his eyes looking at the whole world seemed to be much brighter.

Since it has been confirmed that everything last night is real, then the "Wind Slave Trading" is also real!

With this thing, don't you want to be windy and rainy in the future?

Compared to the glorious prospect of the future, this mere $120,000 is simply not worth mentioning.

If you sell ten slaves, you can get an extra amount of money, so after that, when the business grows bigger, every 10,000 percent of a transaction, there will not be a hundred million yuan in the account?

I believe that even if you want to become the richest man in the world or want to build a super business empire, I'm afraid it won't be difficult, right? "Smack!" His hands were put back on the two buttons of the black suitcase, and with a slight break, he closed them again.

"The wealth is not exposed, hehe, wait until the city is in the city and then find someone to exchange dollars for Chengren people's currency!"

Carefully wrapping the black suitcase in his hand with both hands, Yang Fan Buva trotted briskly towards his home.

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