Half an hour later, the house deed and land deeds had been forged.

There is a seal on it, and as long as you scan it roughly, you will definitely not find any problems.

Of course, if you go to the government to verify it, you will immediately find the problem.

The thick stack of land deeds were all dropped.

Feng Jia opened the deed and looked at it, nodding in satisfaction.

Feng Xiaojia urged: "Father, let's go quickly. If the master comes back, it will be too late."

Feng Jia nodded and said to Feng Xiaojia: "Okay, then we'll go now."

The father and son hurried to the exiled immortal money house.

Just now, the two craftsmen personally received the Feng family and his son.

According to the craftsman, the two of them are VIP customers.

Feng Jia didn't quite understand why he was a VIP customer.

Later, Feng Xiaojia explained to him that the general meaning of this VIP customer is... a customer who owe more money.

The two were invited to the private room.

A beautiful maid came over and asked with a smile: "Two nobles, do you want fairy wine or fairy tea?"

Feng Jia was a little confused.

When did he receive such treatment when he grew up?

Although he is the housekeeper of Feng's mansion, and although he can call the wind and rain to some extent, in the final analysis, Feng Jiazhong is still a slave.

He is actually called a noble man? How could this beautiful maid speak so respectfully?

Feng Jia's first reaction was not happiness, but fear.

He felt that he was not worthy.

But the craftsman next to him smiled slightly and comforted Feng Jia and said, "You don't have to think too much. The rules here are like this. You are our big customer and our distinguished customer."

Feng Jia said oh.

The maid next to him smiled slightly and asked softly again: "Two nobles, are you drinking fairy wine or fairy tea?"

Feng Xiaojia thought for a while and said, "Drink fairy wine."

Feng Jia said: "Drink fairy tea."

The maid responded and soon brought the wine and tea.

Feng Jia was nervous, so he picked up the tea and took a sip.

The tea fragrance lingers, and Feng Jia closed his eyes with satisfaction.

The craftsman smiled and said to Feng Jia, "Dear Guest, are you thinking about it?"

Feng Jia nodded: "I have thought about it, we will mortgage the real estate and land."

The craftsman said: "Of course this is OK."

Then he took out a large stack of contracts.

Feng Jia said: "Can you be faster?"

The craftsman looked like he understood: "I understand it, and I understand it. This way, I just point out the places I need to mark to the distinguished guests."

When Feng Jia heard the word "painting", he felt very uncomfortable.

The craftsman smiled and said, "It's a villain who said it's easy. It should be... a place where the distinguished guest signs."

Feng Jia said oh, and he felt much more relieved.

The craftsmen pointed out all the places.

Feng Jia had no time to read the contract and hurriedly signed his name.

Feng Xiaojia whispered: "Father, is it okay to sign our name in this contract?"

Feng Jia was stunned and looked at the craftsman.

The craftsman said: "You must sign your name. But... two distinguished guests, can you represent Feng?"

Feng Jia felt a little annoyed when he heard this.

He said quietly: "We are just two slaves, how can we represent Feng?"

Craftsman: “…”

He said speechlessly: "Since you two can't represent Feng, why are you wasting my time here?"

Feng Jia: "..."

After a long time of struggle, can't it be possible?

Who knew that the craftsman changed the topic and said, "If you have any authorization, it is OK. For example... Master Feng authorized the two to represent Feng."

Feng Jia thought for a while and suddenly said, "Is this thing OK?"

He took out the letter Feng Quli gave him.

The letter said that Feng Jia was allowed to fully dispose of Feng's property and do things.

Because this letter was sent from the palace, Feng Quli didn't dare to write it very clearly, but just asked Feng Jia to handle it with full authority.

After reading the letter, the craftsman nodded and said, "It's OK here. This is fully handled, of course, can be understood as selling Feng's property."

The craftsman called a photographer, took a photo of the letter, kept it for archives, and then said to Feng Jia: "Dear guest, let's continue."

Feng Jia responded and started signing again.

After finally signing, the craftsman took the ink paste and asked Feng Jia to press his handprints on each name.

Feng Jia was a little helpless. After struggling for a long time, why did it become a picture again?

He pressed his handprint patiently and said to the craftsman: "Is it OK now?"

The craftsman reached out, shook Feng Jia for a moment, and said with a smile: "Okay. Now the distinguished guest can rest assured. Come on, present the gift."

Immediately, two beautiful maids came over.

They all hold exquisite bags in their hands.

The craftsman opened the bag and said to Feng Jia: "Look, these are the best millets in Guanzhong, full and golden."

"This is the spring water on Mount Li. The spring water is clear and delicious."

"This is the small sesame oil from Shangjun Villa."

"This is..."

Feng Jia said with some confusion: "Are these for me?"

The craftsman smiled and said, "This is naturally. Now you are our big customer. There will be gifts for you during the holidays."

Feng Jia couldn't help laughing: "This incident is really a mess..."

He was a little embarrassed.

At this time, a Feng family servant came and said to Feng Jia: "Master is back home."

When Feng Jia heard this, his legs trembled.

He forced himself to calm down and waved his hand to let the servant leave.

Then he said to the craftsman: "What happened here..."

The craftsman smiled slightly and said to Feng Jia: "Don't worry, I keep everything here confidential for the customer."

Feng Jia breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the craftsman and said, "Then, see you next day."

The craftsman said, "Okay, see you next day."

After Feng Jia left the Exiled Immortal Money House, he returned to the mansion without stopping.

Feng Quli was waiting for him inside.

When he saw Feng Jia arrive, he immediately asked, "How is the matter going? What did Wang Wu say?"

Feng Jia hesitated and lied hesitantly, saying, "It seems...it doesn't seem to be so."

Feng Quli breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he didn't regret it."

Feng Jia lowered his head and didn't say anything. He regretted it or not. Feng Jia didn't know, but things were a bit bad.

Feng Quli suddenly caught a glimpse of the cloth bag in Feng Xiaojia's hand.

He exclaimed and said a little strangely: "Is this the stuff from the banished immortal money house?"

Feng Jia was startled and asked in sweat, "Master, how did you know?"

Feng Quli said, "Don't this be written on it?"

Feng Jia turned his head and saw that there was a pattern printed on the cloth bag.
To be continued...