The visitor was about fifty years old, wearing a straight Chinese tunic suit and shiny leather shoes. He walked straight in front of the drunkard and patted his son's shoulder affectionately.

"They are the ones, and there is a cripple among them. I think they are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, pretending to be weak to win sympathy. Maybe the cripple is pretending too. Let's see if I don't lift his wheelchair!"

Seeing his father arriving, the drunkard rushed towards the young man in the wheelchair as if he had a backer. At the moment when his hand was about to lift the wheelchair, Fang Fang stepped forward and grabbed him.

The man pushed him out with all his strength, only to see the drunkard fall hard to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

When the drunkard's father saw that his son had been knocked to the ground, he suddenly felt angry in his heart. His son was reluctant to touch him. Someone dared to hit his son so arrogantly, so he strode forward and shouted loudly,

"I am Yuan Tian, ​​deputy director of the Beijing Public Security Bureau. Please just wait and see who dares to move!"

As he said that, Deputy Director Yuan winked at the little policemen he had brought with him. The little policemen hurriedly stood next to Fang Fang and the young man in the wheelchair, ready to catch them if they made any move.

"Deputy Director Yuan, we...seem to have not seen each other for a long time!"

The young man in the wheelchair gently turned the wheelchair, slowly came to Deputy Director Yuan, and said hello softly!

At first, Deputy Director Yuan thought it was some unscrupulous boy trying to get close to him, so he arrogantly lowered his eyes and looked at the young man in the wheelchair. But when he saw the young man's face clearly, his face suddenly changed.

He became as pale as paper and bloodless. From Fang Fang's point of view, if he pushed lightly at this moment, he would instantly fall to the ground and never get up again.

Young Master Ye San, you...why are you here..."

The dignified deputy director of the Beijing Public Security Bureau, a police officer with many battles, was actually stammering so much at this moment that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence. This made Fang Fang look at the young man in the wheelchair with great curiosity.

"Master Ye San?"

He recited the name silently in his mind,

"I am the fraudster who wants to blackmail your son. Does Deputy Director Yuan want to arrest me?"

Ye San's tone was flat and emotionless. It was impossible to tell whether he was angry or happy at the moment.

"Ye... Third Young Master Ye is joking. I didn't know that it was Third Young Master Ye who disturbed me. I apologize to Third Young Master Ye on his behalf. I beg you, sir, please forgive me this time!"

"

Deputy Director Yuan was groveling and flattering, but his prodigal son did not understand his painstaking efforts.

"Dad, what are you doing? You are begging for mercy from a cripple... Hahaha, you are trying to make me laugh to death! Catch him, Dad!"

He had drank too much, but he had just fallen down again. The drunkard's brain became increasingly difficult to use. He wandered up to his father, pointed at Young Master Ye San's nose and said,

"I tell you, you are finished now. My father is here. He is the director of public security. If he says he will arrest you, he will arrest you. Ninety million? You can go to the cell and dream about it! Don't say it is a lie. You

So what if it’s really 90 million? If I don’t pay, I won’t pay. How dare you do anything to me?”

The drunkard kept talking more and more vigorously, and the more he talked, the more unscrupulous he became. Deputy Director Yuan saw that if his son kept talking, he would have to talk about himself into the ground, so he didn't care about so much, so he went up and slapped his son.

It hit him on the face with such force that his own hand hurt!

The drunkard was stunned by his father's slap.

"You hit me? You actually hit me. You haven't hit me since you were a child. You hit me just to be crippled..."

"What are you talking about? This is Young Master Ye, the third young master of the Ye family, the Ye family..."

Deputy Director Yuan emphasized "Ye Family" three times, and the drunkard suddenly woke up. He stared at his father talking to the young man in the wheelchair with a low eyebrow, and then

Realizing that the person in front of him was someone he could never afford to offend, he suddenly withered away and no longer had the arrogance he had just now.

"I'm really sorry. I'm still young and ignorant. I can't tell right from wrong. I don't know you, the third young master! If he knew that you were the third young master of the Ye family, he wouldn't dare to talk to you like that even if you gave him a hundred courages.

ah!"

Deputy Director Yuan's words made Mr. Ye chuckle. It was really a chuckle, just passing by gently.

"As far as I know, the son of the former deputy director is already in his thirties this year, and is slightly three years older than me. He is said to be too young and ignorant, and you want me to let him go? Deputy Director Yuan, this...

..How did you say it?"

The tone of Mr. Ye's last words was slightly aggravated, but even this slightly aggravated tone made Deputy Director Yuan break into a cold sweat. Who in the capital didn't know that Mr. Ye's son, a young man with a bright and cheerful personality, had a sudden change because of an incident?

Paralyzed in a traffic accident, his originally sunny personality has gradually become gloomy and difficult to fathom, and he is in a high position, so people around him have to speculate on his thoughts. If something goes wrong, the people around him will

I have to peel off every layer of my skin. Today, my stupid son has offended him so completely. I am afraid it will be difficult for me to save him!

"Deputy Director Yuan, your son broke someone else's antique, you should compensate him according to the price!"

The focus of the equation has always been on this regrettable boy's chanting pot.

"Okay, okay, how much, I will pay, I will pay!"

Deputy Director Yuan looked at Fang Fang gratefully, probably thanking him for reminding him to compensate Ye Sanshao for his broken porcelain.

"Ninety million!"

Ye Sanshao said lightly,

"How many?"

Deputy Director Yuan's jaw almost dropped in shock. Ninety million, his prodigal son had broken something! But no matter what it was, or whether it was true or false, Mr. Ye wanted him to pay for it.

He had to pay compensation. With tears in his eyes, Deputy Director Yuan calculated his property in the capital, the store, the cash and stocks in his hand, etc., and he found that it was enough, so he said to Ye San with a trembling voice.

Say less,

"Third Young Master, you can compensate if you can, but it will take some time to prepare the money. Let's see if you can relax some time!"

"Can we really compensate?"

Third Young Master Ye raised the corner of his eyes and looked at Deputy Director Yuan with his peripheral vision.

"I can compensate if I can, I guarantee I can compensate!"

Deputy Director Yuan nodded like a chicken eating rice.

"Okay! No need to prepare!"

Young Master Ye drove the wheelchair towards the equation,

"Well? Master Ye San, you mean... I don't need to prepare money?"

Deputy Director Yuan suddenly felt like having a big pie dropped on his head. This Young Master Ye was not as difficult as the legend said, he was still very communicative!

"Well, there's no need to prepare, because...people from the Discipline Inspection Commission will talk to you tomorrow, and your money...they will collect it for me!"

Ye Sanshao's words were like thunder in the clear sky. They exploded over Deputy Director Yuan's head. The explosion nearly knocked him out of his feet. He staggered and held on to the wall next to him. Even the equation was disturbed by Ye Sanshao's reversal.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that this Third Young Master had set a trap for Deputy Director Yuan. Now that he had fallen into the trap, Third Young Master Ye's anger was almost gone. What about 70 million or 90 million? It turns out that Ye San

The young master doesn't care at all, as long as the anger is gone, money... means nothing!

"No, Master Ye, listen to me, Master Ye..."

Deputy Yuan crawled after him, grabbed Mr. Ye San's arm and called him. The man in his fifties crawled on the ground. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face.

"If you say one more thing, I will send someone to check if there is anything wrong with your unsatisfactory son. It is best to send him to jail for ten to eight years. Only then can I be completely angry.

It’s solved!”

Mr. Ye's words made Deputy Director Yuan sit down on the ground in complete despair, without making any sound!

Fang Fang looked back at Wan Anming in slight horror. Wan Anming signaled to him that they should leave. This Young Master Ye was too scary. Fang Fang nodded in agreement, but just as he was about to lift his legs to leave, he heard Ye behind him.

Third Young Master spoke politely,

"Thank you for helping me just now! My name is Ye Lei, what about you? What is your name?"

Young Master Ye San is no longer as cold as before, but has become an elegant and polite scholar. Fang Fang shuddered all over. This change of face was really fast.

"My name is Fang Fang! Master Ye San is too polite, but it's just a little effort!"

Fang Fang answered very officially. He was afraid that if he said anything wrong, he would offend the great Shura god in front of him.

"Mr. Fang knows who I am, so he calls me Young Master Ye San?"

Young Master Ye San raised his eyebrows and asked. Fang Fang was shocked and hurriedly explained,

"Uh... no, I just saw Deputy Director Yuan calling you Young Master Ye San, and thought that calling you this way would show more respect, so I called you that!"

After listening to Fang Fang's words, Young Master Ye San smiled impudently, just like an ordinary young man. He opened his eyes and looked at Fang Fang carefully without saying a word. Staring at Fang Fang made the back of his head feel cold.

!

Finally, when he saw Fang Fang's expression becoming more and more solemn, Young Master Ye withdrew his cold gaze and spoke slowly,

"Okay, everyone knows that I, Ye San, have a weird temper and are cunning and changeable. I admit that I can still tell the difference between good and bad, resentment and virtue! Fang Fang, thank you for today's matter.

Let’s go now, and we’ll see you again later... if we are destined to do so!”
Chapter completed!