บท 462: The Walking Money-Printing Machine

When Ye Feng heard the carpenter say the words 'yellow rosewood', he was also shocked.

Even if he did not have any research on wood, he had heard of the famous yellow rosewood.

He knew that this was a very precious wood.

There was actually yellow rosewood in this shabby house?

The carpenter was not sure. He hurriedly pulled out the beam and polished the paint off it.

The reddish-brown wood was immediately revealed. At the same time, it emitted a faint fragrance of Chinese herbs.

"It's really yellow rosewood, and it's a hundred-year-old top-grade yellow rosewood. How much would such a big one cost?"

The carpenter was completely dumbfounded.

He had been a carpenter for decades, but he had never seen such a large piece of complete yellow rosewood that was more than a hundred years old.

Chen Xuan looked at him in confusion. "Isn't it just a piece of broken wood? Is it very valuable?"