Ye Fan was trembling in his heart. Grandpa was really a dragon among men. He dared to accept eighteen pieces of marriage certificate. You must know that in the novel, it was only seven or nine pieces.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly, why did the old lady say this?
At this time, Luo Feihua muttered: "There are not many marriage certificates, but it is a pity that the third generation of the Ye family has too few nephews."
"That's right!"
The old lady hates the fact that iron cannot become steel: "Originally, we planned to have four or five children in each family, but in the end, we only had one child in each family, and the fourth child was not married yet."
"As long as I have more than twenty grandchildren, how can the current Ye family have such troubles about marriage?"
"Even the Ye family can reach a higher level because of its prosperity."
She glanced at Luo Feihua: "Arrange a team of people another day to find all the children born outside the fourth child."
Luo Feihua nodded: "Understood!"
Mrs. Ye looked at Ye Fan again: "You bastard, remember, you must have a prosperous fortune in the future, otherwise sooner or later you will take advantage of others."
Ye Fan became alert and ended the topic directly:
"Old lady, thank you for your guidance. I will work hard to have children in the future."
"By the way, my stomach hurts a little. I'm going back to my room to rest."
"You go slowly, I won't send you away!"
After saying that, Ye Fan turned his wheelchair and slipped towards the room.
Luo Feihua threw away the peanut and rushed over to hold down Ye Fan's wheelchair, then pushed it back to Mrs. Ye.
Ye Fan coughed: "Auntie, what are you doing?"
Luo Feihua smiled coquettishly: "The real thing hasn't started yet, how can you, the protagonist, leave?"
"Ye Jincheng is currently busy with his career and has no time for marriage."
Mrs. Ye took out a stack of marriage contracts and threw them into Ye Fan's hand: "These eighteen marriage contracts are yours."
Ye Fan's eyes widened: "I'm not the nephew of the Ye family, why did you give me this marriage certificate..."
Mrs. Ye blocked Ye Fan's retreat with one sentence: "Whether you admit it or not, I admit it or not, the blood of the Ye family flows through you!"
Ye Fan was anxious: "Even if I am from the Ye family, even if I hold the marriage certificate, even if I want to take them in, they can't recognize me."
"The forces of the Eighteen Families and the daughters of the Eighteen Families must be eyeing Ye Forbidden City. It's useless for you to force me, a small character, out of here."
"In their eyes, Ye Jincheng is the leader of the younger generation of the Ye family who is both civil and military."
"And I, an abandoned son of the Ye family, a little doctor, with no achievements and no background, how could they marry me."
"Besides, I already have a fiancée, so it's not kind of you to give me eighteen marriage contracts."
"Change one thing, change one thing, and I'll return the favor to you."
Ye Fan made a suggestion: "How about I give you the remaining 30 billion of Stannie's money?"
Mrs. Ye's eyes widened and her tone was disdainful:
"What do I need from you for 30 billion?"
"What I want now is for you to take on these eighteen engagements."
"The eighteen marriage contracts have basically expired this month, and the eighteen families will come to the door for marriage soon."
"The third generation of the Ye family, your parents and your uncles had too few children. Ye Xiaoying was imprisoned and Ye Jincheng worked hard for his career. Now you are the only one left."
"If you don't come out and take care of these eighteen marriage contracts, how will you let the Ye family deal with the forces of the eighteen families?"
"They will feel that the Ye family has not kept their word, and they will also feel that your grandfather has tricked them."
The old lady plausibly said: "Not only will the Ye family's face be in jeopardy, but they will also lose their trust in the world."
Ye Fan patted his chest: "I also want to fight for my career, and I also want to conquer the country..."
"You're trying your best."
Mrs. Ye snorted: "I almost lost my life twice and my legs were almost destroyed. What else is there to fight for? Just eat soft food."
Ye Fan defended himself again: "I alone can't make enough points for the eighteen families. Even if I stand up, won't the Ye family also break their trust?"
Mrs. Ye seemed to have expected Ye Fan's answer, and straightened her chest slightly in response:
"Whether it is enough to marry your nephew or not, that is fate. After all, if you are not born, you are not born. You can't even complain a few words."
"But whether or not the Ye family's nephews come out for marriage depends on attitude and integrity."
"A nephew facing eighteen families is a hundred times better than getting nothing."
Mrs. Ye waved her hand: "That's it, I'll ask representatives of the eighteen families to come to you..."
"What should we decide?"
Ye Fan looked at the marriage certificate on his lap and shouted: "Old lady, I dare say that these eighteen families must be rotten."
"As long as any of these eighteen families have an incredible aristocratic family or a wealthy family, you and the aunt must have pushed Ye Jincheng out of the city long ago."
"After all, marriage is also a way to fight for a career."
"Now that you have handed me all the marriage certificates from eighteen families, it means that there are no outstanding people or families."
Ye Fan hit the nail on the head: "You are not only giving me a hot potato, you are also pushing me into a pit of fire."
Luo Feihua subconsciously covered her mouth: "Ah, you discovered it!"
Mrs. Ye rolled her eyes at Luo Feihua, and then hummed to Ye Fan:
"Don't talk nonsense. These eighteen companies are all either rich or noble, including Italian rice merchants, Swiss financial groups, and Baiguo trading giants..."
"One of them is a newly emerging wealthy family in the Xia Kingdom, and the daughter of that family is the new goddess of war. She is a first-class virtuous wife, and can be called a trumpet, Tie Muwuyue."
"If Ye Jincheng hadn't been focusing on his career now, I wouldn't have given you this benefit."
Mrs. Ye was very forceful: "Stop chattering, take the eighteen marriage certificates and digest this matter for me."
Ye Fan frowned: "Old lady, you are forcing yourself to make things difficult for me. I even said I have a fiancée..."
Mrs. Ye seemed to have thought of Mark's excuse, and said unceremoniously: "If you really don't want it, you can break off the engagement."
Ye Fan protested: "Then you can cancel them directly. Why do you ask me to cancel the engagement?"
Mrs. Ye is very honest: "I am thin-skinned and don't want to fall out with them. After all, we still have a lot of cooperation."
Ye Fan said angrily: "You mean I'm thick-skinned?"
Mrs. Ye scoffed: "Aren't the people who trick the Elephant King into worshiping their masters have no thick skin?"
"Okay, that's it."
"Whether you choose one family, want them all, or break off the engagement, in short, you can handle it for me."
"And we have to do it properly and politely, and we can't let the other party hate us."
"Now that this matter is settled, you can return the favor to me, the Wolf Kingdom."
"Tiantian is a miracle doctor, and every day he promises a thousand pieces of gold. When the critical moment comes, it won't work this way or that way. Are you worthy of me saving you twice?"
"Okay, digest it yourself, and the information will be sent to you later."
Mrs. Ye tilted her head slightly: "Boss and wife, I'm tired, go back."
When the old lady walked towards the door with the broken sword, Luo Feihua also stuffed the peeled peanuts into Ye Fan's mouth, and said inaudibly:
"You give me 70 billion, and I will give you 18 marriage certificates. That's fair enough."
There is no doubt that this was a bad idea on her part.
After finishing speaking, Luo Feihua rushed forward a few steps and helped the old lady walk towards the door. On the way, she deliberately twisted her butt left and right twice to demonstrate to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan opened his mouth to protest, but was blocked by a pile of peanuts.