Ye Fan could see that Ye Lin had lowered her posture infinitely, so he was too lazy to listen to her apology again, and waved his hand gently, "It's just this once, it won't happen next time."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, the prime minister, can support a boat in his belly. The little girl thanked me." Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Fan hummed, looked at the exhibits on the auction table, and frowned slightly.
"Mr. Ye, are you dissatisfied?" Ye Lin asked carefully.
"The auctions here are boring."
Ye Fan waited for a long time, but the exhibits on the auction stage were either calligraphy and paintings by famous people or antiques and curiosities, and none of them were useful for cultivation.
Ye Lin knew that ordinary things could not impress Ye Fan.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ye Lin coughed lightly and said, "Come in."
"Xiao Lin, uncle knows that he likes to drink Biluochun, so he specially sent some good ones here." As soon as the other party entered the door, he was very enthusiastic.
Ye Lin saw the person clearly and smiled: "Uncle Yang, thank you very much."
This person is none other than Yang Zhenshan.
I saw him pushing a small cart in, with an exquisite purple clay tea set on it.
The green mist curls up on the teapot, exuding a refreshing aroma.
Ye Fan's eyes lit up, he picked up the tea set, took a tea cup, poured a cup, and drank it in one gulp.
"That's right." Ye Fan nodded and said secretly: Dad also likes to drink tea. He will definitely be very happy if he gets some Biluochun to take back later.
When Yang Zhenshan saw that Ye Fan was uneducated, his expression suddenly dropped.
Yang Hao behind him jumped out, pointed at Mark and shouted: "Dad, that's him!"
"Huh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, "The younger ones are here to beat the older ones. Are we here to raise an army to punish the guilty?"
Yang Zhenshan did not answer Ye Fan's question, but instead showed a kind smile on his face and said to Ye Lin.
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Hao just had a collision, and I came here to apologize. Xiao Hao, you still haven't apologized to Sister Lin!"
Yang Hao was relatively honest in front of Ye Lin and quickly lowered his head, "Sister Lin, I'm sorry."
"Well, you have to be more honest in the future, you know?" Ye Lin smiled faintly, "Uncle Yang, Xiaohao is young and energetic, and I do it for his own good."
Ye Lin slapped her hard and heartily, partly to express her apology to Ye Fan, but partly because she couldn't stand Yang Hao bullying others, so she wanted to teach him a lesson.
Yang Zhenshan nodded, "Xiao Lin, this matter is over, okay?"
"Of course." Ye Lin smiled.
"In that case, let's talk about the problem between Xiao Hao and this young man." Yang Zhenshan changed the topic and pointed the finger at Ye Fan.
"Oh?" Ye Lin was stunned, "Is there anything else going on between Xiao Hao and my distinguished guest?"
"Yes." Yang Zhenshan smiled.
"Xiao Lin, who was not at the scene, may not know. Because this friend of Ye Fan did not have an invitation, my Xiao Hao asked him to cooperate with the investigation as a routine matter.
But Ye Fan not only refused to cooperate, but actually hurt others. Of course, if we knew in advance that he was a guest, we would naturally not interfere.
However, the matter has already happened, shouldn’t friend Ye Fan also apologize to my son?”
Ye Lin was shocked and couldn't help but laugh, "Uncle Yang, are you sure?"
"Yes, my Yang family has never been so embarrassed, so friend Ye Fan must have an explanation. As long as he comes on stage later to apologize to my son, we will forget about this matter!"
Yang Zhenshan still has a smile on his face, his words are generous, and his expression is kind.
"You still want to go on stage to apologize?" Ye Lin opened her mouth and turned to look at Ye Fan, "Mr. Ye, I have no choice but to do something about it!"
"Sigh... people are bullied when they are good, and people ride on them when they are good. Am I usually too kind?" Ye Fan slowly stood up and shook his finger at Yang Zhenshan.
"Give three seconds to get out. This is the last chance for our Yang family."
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Yang Zhenshan's smile suddenly froze, and Yang Hao jumped to his feet and cursed.
"Ye Fan, you are so worried even when you are about to die! Dad, what I said is right, he is such an arrogant person!"
Yang Zhenshan took a deep breath and said, "Young man, I hope you're not joking."
"One!" Ye Fan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.
"Ye Lin, this distinguished guest seems to be very ignorant!" Yang Zhenshan laughed angrily.
"two!"
"Young man, do you know that you are playing with fire and burning yourself..."
"Three!" Ye Fan drank all the tea and clapped his hands, "Okay, I missed the last chance."
Yang Zhenshan's many years of qi-nurturing skills were vulnerable to Ye Fan's arrogance.
He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, okay, I want to see if I can continue calmly after the auction!"
"We're always waiting." Ye Fan pointed to the door, "Father and son, you can get out now."
"Damn it..." Yang Hao was furious.
"Xiao Hao, let's go!" Yang Zhenshan pulled his furious son, angrily walked out of the private room and closed the door heavily.
Ye Lin couldn't laugh or cry at the side, "Mr. Ye, you are so stubborn!"
"The dignity of a warrior cannot be trampled upon by anyone." Ye Fan glanced at Ye Lin lightly, "Even if it costs my life, I will not hesitate."
"The dignity of a warrior..." Ye Lin opened her mouth and sighed.
In this life, she will never be as proud as Mark.
"Okay, let's continue watching the auction." Ye Fan saw Ye Lin's disappointment, sighed inwardly, said soft words, and continued watching the auction.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the auction came to an end.
When the waiter brought the last auction item, the host stood in the center of the high platform passionately.
"Dear guests, I know that everyone is looking forward to what the treasure in the finale is. However, I have to give a hint here. Next, we invite our special guest, Yang Xiong from the Yang Group, Mr. Yang!"
The guests were all astonished. Yang Xiong was very popular among the older generation, but now, most people have only heard of his legend.
Yang Xiong had retired from the world for twenty years, and many people present had never even seen him.
They were very curious as to what kind of treasure the final auction item was that could attract Yang Xiong, an old man in the world.
Two beautiful waiters pushed Yang Xiong onto the high platform. Under everyone's attention, Yang Xiong came to the exhibit and lifted the green silk covering it.
Who knows, there is only an ordinary small bottle on the table.
"Perhaps everyone will be surprised that the finale today is actually a small glass bottle." Yang Xiong was so angry that his voice spread out, making the nearby guests' eardrums tremble.
He took the ordinary small bottle and stood up from the wheelchair shakily.
He shook a few times, stood up, laughed for a while, and then said loudly: "Everyone here must know that my legs were paralyzed in an accident twenty years ago. Over the years, I have
I have never given up treatment.”
Yang Xiong paused and sighed: "However, neither our Chinese nor foreign experts can do anything about my condition, so I have been lying in bed for twenty years!"
"To be honest, as I got older and the hope of a cure became less and less, I almost gave up. Until I came across this potion!"
Yang Xiong raised the small glass bottle high. Under the light, the pale white liquid in the glass bottle emitted a dazzling light.
"It's because of this bottle of potion that I can stand up! According to the current recovery situation, I only need to continue taking it a few times and my legs will be intact as before!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar from the audience, including many voices of doubt.
"I know everyone doesn't believe it, so I would like to invite the chairman of Wei Financial, Mr. Wei, to come to the stage."
Chairman Wei of Wei's Financial was in a car accident a few days ago and his internal organs were severely injured. Will he vomit blood?
This incident caused quite a stir at the time, and many people suspected that it was the murder of a competitor.
Chairman Wei was pushed onto the booth in a wheelchair. He was wrapped in thick bandages and had several bandages on his arms. He looked very embarrassed.
Yang Xiong stood beside him and motioned to the host to give him a microphone.
"Xiao Wei, don't you still believe in our bottle of miracle medicine?" Yang Xiong struggled to support the side of Yang Xiong's wheelchair with one hand and laughed loudly.
"Mr. Yang, you pulled me out of the hospital in the middle of the night. I'm really in pain. Please hurry up. I just want to go back and lie down." Chairman Wei smiled bitterly.
It can be seen that his arrival was not voluntary, and he probably came under the coercion and inducement of the Yang family.
Yang Xiong was calm and smiled at the guests in the audience, "Mr. Wei is quite impatient. If I say that with just a drop of magic medicine, Mr. Wei's injuries can be improved by half, do you believe it or not?"
Isn’t this nonsense? It’s only been a few days since Chairman Wei’s accident. How could he be healed instantly?
"Grandpa Yang, stop being so pretentious and start quickly!"
"Yeah, Mr. Wei seems like he can't hold on any longer!"
"Hey, old man, Mr. Wei is vomiting blood from his mouth..."
Seeing that Chairman Wei was in a bad situation, the guests were afraid that something might happen again, so they dragged the big guys in and caused unnecessary trouble.
Yang Xiong laughed and said, "Everyone, watch out!"
He picked up the glass bottle, poured a drop of pale white liquid from it, and carefully handed it to Chairman Wei's mouth.
"Xiao Wei, we have signed an agreement. If anything happens, I promise to compensate the two Wei Groups!"
Chairman Wei was about to cry but had no tears, so he whispered bitterly: "Mr. Yang, why don't you drink?"
"I've already drank, otherwise you think I can stand up so easily?" Yang Xiong laughed, forced the spoon into Chairman Wei's mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Where are all the bullshit? Just drink it.
!”
Chairman Wei's expression suddenly changed. He didn't quite trust Yang Xiong's character, but in the face of the Yang family's coercion, he really had no choice.
Of course, the reason why he agreed to come on stage was because he didn't believe that Yang Xiong would dare to kill him in front of so many respectable rich people in Yangcheng.
Chairman Wei gritted his teeth and swallowed the potion.
Within three seconds, his eyelids suddenly rolled up, his eyes widened, and his originally listless gaze became piercing.
Seeing this, Yang Xiong pulled off the bandage on Chairman Wei's arm. The blood scab on the wound was very thin, and the blood slowly overflowed outwards.