The more Feng Qingqing thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She turned to look at He Yongan, who had been silent the entire time. Having grown up in the brigade, He Yongan was naturally familiar with these things. After a moment of reflection, he also found his wife’s speculation to be reasonable. Given Brother Hua’s status, if one ruled out the possibility that he was simply toying with her, there was no way he would have left behind such a pittance.
As the person directly involved, Feng Qingqing had a deeper intuition. She felt that the treasures in Xiaokang Village were likely just a small fraction of Brother Hua’s total fortune. One had to realize that a man like Brother Hua, who walked on the edge of death, would surely have planned for his future contingencies—if not by having "three burrows for the crafty rabbit," then at least by spreading his wealth as a safeguard.
Moreover, Feng Qingqing believed that if it hadn't been for her, anyone else would have been easily persuaded by the conditions Brother Hua proposed—or rather, by the treasures themselves. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Brother Hua was exceptionally wealthy. Even if one only obtained a fraction of his assets, it would be an astonishing, life-altering windfall that most people would never see in their entire lives. Yet, as things stood, they had yet to get their hands on that legendary wealth. It seemed they had been happy too soon.
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