"This is your home court, and you have so many bodyguards, so you are so timid."
Yang Bei looked at the bodyguards. They were all dressed like 007, but unfortunately none of them could fight.
"You only have one life, but my life is different from that of people like you. If I get pushed to the limit by you, it won't be worthwhile. Of course, you have to be careful." The young man said with a smile. He had seen a lot of similar news, but he didn't want to.
Followed in the footsteps.
"Whose life is not life, treat yours as if it is valuable." Yang Bei said dissatisfiedly, what happened to his life? Isn't it also a priceless treasure?
"That's different. I wake up from a 500-square-meter big bed every morning. When I open my eyes, there are more than thirty beautiful maids waiting for me. While you are still thinking about how to avoid being late, pick me up.
The helicopter has arrived at the helipad on the roof of my house. Even though I spend money every day, it’s like the money has been recognized by the owner and is flying into my card..."
The young man said calmly, seemingly showing off his wealth, but there was no sense of superiority coming out of his mouth, as if it was a common thing, "Are you angry?"
"It's really irritating. You're not taller or handsome than me, and you don't look very smart, yet you can be so rich." Yang Bei sighed, and it sounded like he really wanted to kill the other person.
"So, is my life worth more than yours?" the young man joked. The bodyguards behind him were also very nervous. After all, even they sometimes want to kill their own bosses, let alone outsiders.
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm afraid I'll kill you later. Where's the money you agreed to give me?" Yang Bei said impatiently. He didn't want to hear others show off their wealth.
"Of course we have the money, but where are the people we want?" the young man said with a smile.
"Aren't you just standing here?" Yang Bei pointed at himself. They were looking for him anyway, so he could just bring it to his door. Why bother?
"Are you Yang Bei?" The young man was stunned. He didn't expect that Yang Bei actually came to his door in person.
"It's me. I asked you if you were sick. I posted missing persons notices everywhere, and now I can't even leave the house." Yang Bei said angrily.
"As far as I know, Yang Bei is the young master of the Yang family, the top wealthy family in Yanjing, and his mother is the head of the Huaibei Foundation. With all due respect, your temperament is too different." The young man looked Yang up and down.
North, said.
"What a mess, isn't it just that I took a watch? Even if it is your professional prop, there is no need to do it like this." Yang Bei said calmly, these liars are good at making up stories, but they still used the same rhetoric as before.
"As expected, it was you who took it. Do you know what that watch means?" the young man said with a smile.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I'll bet the watch, so you can do whatever you want, but my remuneration, 100 million, cannot be less." Yang Bei said impatiently.
"Haha, the money has been prepared for a long time." The young man waved his hand, and someone immediately pulled a piece of rag next to him and opened it.
Yang Bei suddenly took a breath of cold air. Good guy, they were all piles of banknotes. The visual impact was too strong.
"The money is here. If you can take it, take it yourself." The young man said calmly.
"What the hell, cash?" After Yang Bei came to his senses, he looked shocked, "It can't be counterfeit money."
"You can see for yourself."
Yang Bei stepped forward and picked up a stack of money and looked at it. It turned out to be real, "Are you sick? How can I get so much cash? I don't think you have any sincerity at all."
"That's your business. We've prepared the money. It's your business how to get it." The young man shrugged and said.
"Master Ye, is it him?" In a monitoring room inside the warehouse, a dozen top second-generation rich people looked at Yang Bei on the screen, with a hint of astonishment on their faces.
The Yang Bei in the picture cannot be said to be very similar to the Yang Bei they knew, but they can only be said to be exactly the same.
"Is there really someone who looks so similar in the world and has the same name?" Ye Fan frowned. He felt that the Yang Bei who came to his door was the Yang Bei he knew.
"It's hard to say. Plastic surgery technology is so advanced now. Although Yang Bei was said to be dead at the time, who has seen his body? If someone wants to impersonate him and inherit the Huai Bei Fund, he might spend a lot of money on plastic surgery."
"It's possible that he went to get the watch as soon as he came to Yanjing, maybe just to attract our attention."
"Plastic surgery? Haha, apart from appearance, do you have anything similar to Yang Bei?" Ye Fan sneered.
"That's really not the case. When he saw the 100 million in cash, it was as if he had never seen money before. Isn't it just a small amount of money? That's all!"
"Yes, Yang Bei was so arrogant back then. If it was really him, Hao Zi would be kneeling on the ground now. How would he have the chance to talk to him like that."
Everyone said that apart from the outside world, the Yang Bei in front of him had nothing to do with the Yang Bei from back then.
"If I want one person to impersonate another person, of course it can't just be the appearance. Of course, the various habits and the like must be imitated vividly." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Sure enough, Mr. Ye is very thoughtful. Such a person with completely different behavior and temperament, except for his appearance, is completely fake." Everyone nodded.
"Stop flattering me, I think he is Yang Bei." Ye Fan said.
"Why?"
"I don't know, it's just a feeling!"
"If he is, then why is he completely different from Yang Bei? Could it be that he is pretending on purpose? After all, what he did back then was a sensation. If he had not died, he would have caused a storm in the city again."
"Haha, you underestimate him too much. With his character, he doesn't even bother to pretend." Ye Fan shook his head.
"That's weird!"
"Then there's only one reason. He didn't actually die back then, but he lost his memory due to severe injuries."
"No, Master Ye, amnesia jokes are too vulgar." Everyone said, now even TV dramas don't bother to use amnesia jokes.
"Reality is far more magical than movies." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Bei. He felt that this was the person he was looking for.
Standing in front of 100 million in cash, Yang Bei spent several minutes thinking about how to get this pile of money away, but in the end he was denied.
"Why, you don't want this money, right? You never thought that 100 million in cash would be so much?" the young man said with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense, call the person behind you who can speak." Yang Bei said.
"What do you mean?" The young man was startled.
"You, a little brother, are just pretending to come out and call the person who really wants to find me." Yang Bei said. He could tell from the beginning that this young man was not the boss here at all.
"How do you know?" The young man was startled. When he realized that he had leaked the truth, he quickly changed his words, "No, I am the one who is looking for you."