Chapter 4

The butcher wanted an 88,000 red envelope, but in the end, he didn't get a single cent.

Chen Feng, who drove away, did not report it to the police; the call he made earlier was to 114.

He was almost dead and didn't want to waste time on these trivial disputes.

The journey back went smoothly, and he returned to his rental apartment in less than an hour.

He took out the piece of sheep's gallstone from his pocket, went to the bathroom to wash it, and then held it in his hand, weighing it slightly. It indeed weighed about half a kilogram, or around 250 grams.

Even if calculated at a price of 10,000 yuan per gram, this piece of sheep's gallstone was worth 2.5 million yuan.

And it was clear that the current price of natural sheep's gallstone was not just 10,000 yuan per gram.

Chen Feng took out his phone and searched online again, finding some news reports about sheep's gallstone.

One news report mentioned that two years ago, someone auctioned a sheep's gallstone weighing 320 grams and sold it for 8.9 million yuan.

That was about 27,000 yuan per gram.

Of course, this was the auction price, which is generally higher than the market price. However, the two should be roughly the same.

Moreover, this was the price from two years ago, and the current price must be even higher. In the past two years, prices have risen significantly, and the prices of traditional Chinese medicines have generally increased, with some rising several times in a year.

Sheep's gallstone is also a type of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is natural for its price to rise as well.

Chen Feng planned to go to a traditional Chinese medicine store the next day to ask about the price.

It was already late today, and he also had a freshly slaughtered large white sheep waiting for him to eat.

He immediately opened the woven bag, took out the whole slaughtered sheep, and placed it in the kitchen.

After that, Chen Feng went out to get an induction cooker, a high-pressure pot, a cutting board, a knife, and various kitchen utensils and seasonings from his car. He had bought them at a supermarket on the way back, and they were packed in two large plastic bags.

Back at the rental apartment, Chen Feng started working in the kitchen. It was simple: first, he used the high-pressure pot to stew the mutton. He chopped the fresh, fatty mutton into pieces, put them in the high-pressure pot with seasonings, and added water to stew it.

While the mutton was stewing, Chen Feng went back to his car to get a bag of rice and a rice cooker, and started cooking the rice.

In less than half an hour, the mutton was stewed, and the whole house was filled with the aroma of stewed mutton. He took a bite, and it was really delicious, much better than the mutton he usually bought from the market.

He started with a large bowl of stewed mutton, eating until his mouth was greasy. Then he had a bowl of white rice, eating it with the mutton soup and mutton.

Although he had a terminal illness, his appetite was still good, and his weight had not decreased.

A year ago, his weight started to increase. Originally, he was 1.78 meters tall and weighed 146 pounds, which was considered standard. Now, he weighed 170 pounds, making him a solid fat man.

Being able to eat is a blessing, especially for Chen Feng, who didn't have much time left.

He ate another bowl of rice, burped, and finished his dinner.

There was still a little stewed mutton left in the high-pressure pot, which he planned to save for a midnight snack.

It was only a little past six in the evening, and there was no TV in the rental apartment. His desktop computer was also not moved over. It was really boring.

He picked up his phone, but there was no Wi-Fi. Using mobile data to play games was clearly not a luxury. He needed to set up broadband the next day.

So, Chen Feng decided to go out for a walk to digest his food.

He didn't drive. As soon as he walked out of the neighborhood gate, he saw a digital store across the street holding a Double Ten lottery event. It was the evening rush hour, and it was quite lively.

Thinking that he actually needed a high-performance laptop, he went over to take a look.

Crossing the road, he entered the store and saw a dozen people gathered around, staring at the red envelopes hanging from colorful balloons. One person pointed to a red envelope, and the shop owner took it down and opened it, revealing a piece of paper with a prize written on it—a pair of Bluetooth headphones.

Chen Feng stood there for a while and understood. In this computer store, if you spent over 2,000 yuan, you would get a chance to draw a red envelope, which was one of the red envelopes hanging from the colorful balloons.

The sign said that the lowest prize was a USB drive worth a few dozen yuan, and the grand prize was a laptop worth over 10,000 yuan.

In other words, everyone who participated in the lottery would win a prize.

Previously, someone had won a smartphone worth 5,000 to 6,000 yuan, which attracted many people to watch and participate.

Even some people who didn't know each other were discussing how to pool their money to reach the 2,000 yuan spending limit and draw a red envelope together.

Chen Feng originally came to look at laptops, but seeing this situation, he decided to buy a new phone first.

His current phone was a gift from Shen Lin when they got married. Although it still worked, it was a bit outdated after two years.

Thinking about the sheep's gallstone in his hand, he was no longer short of money, so he went to the phone counter and quickly chose the latest Huawei phone, which cost over 5,000 yuan, depleting his small savings.

In the past, Chen Feng would never have been so extravagant, but now that he didn't have much time left and had a sheep's gallstone worth millions, this expense was just a drop in the bucket.

After buying the phone, Chen Feng got two chances to draw red envelopes.

There were two large piles of colorful balloons, with about fifty to sixty red envelopes hanging from them.

The chance of drawing the grand prize laptop from these fifty to sixty red envelopes was not low, about one in fifty or sixty, much more reliable than buying lottery tickets.

No wonder so many people were gathered in the store. Everyone was smart, and the chances of winning were quite high.

However, the store owner certainly wasn't at a loss.

Chen Feng was about to choose a red envelope, and the people around him gathered to watch.

"These two." Chen Feng casually pointed to two red envelopes hanging at the front. He wanted to try his luck again.

It seemed that since his divorce, his luck had turned. First, he won a big prize from a scratch card, and then he got the sheep's gallstone when he wanted to buy a sheep to eat.

He didn't believe that he would win another big prize by casually choosing two red envelopes this time.

The shop owner opened one of the red envelopes, and everyone saw several red bills.

Someone shouted, "Wow! Just giving money? How many bills?"

"This luck is too good. Looks like there are five or six bills."

The shop owner was also surprised, took out the bills, and counted them. There were eight bills, totaling 800 yuan.

What luck!

Everyone was envious and jealous.

Especially a middle-aged, fat man who said regretfully, "I was going to choose this red envelope, but I changed my mind and picked another one, only to win a power bank."

The shop owner said helplessly, "I didn't know there was cash in the red envelope. It must have been my husband who put it in."

Chen Feng took the 800 yuan in cash, slightly stunned, feeling that his luck had really turned.

But this string of good luck made him feel a bit unreal.

"Quick, open the second one and see." Someone urged.

"Right, open it quickly."

The shop owner, seeing that Chen Feng didn't object, opened the second red envelope and took out the paper inside. She looked at it and was immediately stunned.

"Shop owner, what prize? Show it quickly." Someone urged again.

Someone noticed the shop owner's unusual expression and teased, "Shop owner, is it the grand prize? Don't want to give it?" This person's words made everyone realize. Especially those who hadn't won the grand prize, they all urged her to show it.

With so many people watching, the shop owner could only show a bitter face and take out the paper. It clearly read "laptop" in red marker, with a few "anti-counterfeiting numbers" written below, known only to the shop owner and her husband, making it impossible to fake.

But she remembered that this red envelope had already been taken down! How did it end up hanging again?