Chapter: 588
After Ye Fan's words, everyone felt that there was a strong wind blowing.
Frightened and terrified, Yang He himself made a plop, and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Seven... seventy million? ?
Even if it is calculated based on the lowest price of Zhang Daqian's previous works, if it is multiplied by ten times, it will be 700 million?
Seven hundred million!
At this time, Yang He was already scared to death, his old face was as pale as paper, and he was lying on the ground with a look of nothing to love.
He just sold his Babao Pavilion, so it's not worth 700 million.
Only now did Yang He finally understand why Ye Fan kept saying that he couldn't afford it.
This is indeed the case. Although he has been in the antique business for so many years, all he earns is the price difference. His savings are only tens of millions. Even if he sells the shop, he will only make a hundred million if he dies.
Even if he sells all the money, he can't afford Ye Fan's 700 million yuan.
Seeing Yang He's pale old face, Ye Fan smiled immediately, and looked down at him: "What's wrong with Boss Yang, didn't he still look arrogant just now?"
"How did this spread directly on the ground?"
"It's not trying to delay time."
"That can't be done. I'm still in a hurry. We'd like to bet and admit defeat. Let's settle the 700 million account as soon as possible."
"Have you thought about it, how to pay?"
"I support Alipay, WeChat transfers, and cash."
"Of course, if it's not enough, you can pay for the house."
Ye Fan imitated Yang He's appearance just now, and smiled faintly. However, Yang He returned all the ridicule to him before.
"I...I..." Faced with Ye Fan's words, Yang He was lying on the ground with an ugly face as if he had eaten hot food.
At this time, his old face was flushed, and he was almost ashamed. The corners of his lips trembled, and he crowed like a rooster, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
He wanted to get some money from Ye Fan to make up for today's loss, but he never thought that it would end like this.
Not only did he not get the money, but he also lost 700 million yuan, and now he even lost his old face!
Today's somersault is really too big.
It's not just his own embarrassment that has been disgraced, I'm afraid that their Babao Pavilion will become a joke in the antique world in the future.
However, just when Yang He was ashamed and didn't know how to end it, his son Yang Wei came out and scolded Ye Fan directly: "Seven hundred million, you brat, how dare you want it?"
"You are blackmailing!"
"Our Babao Pavilion doesn't owe you, why should we give you money?"
"You keep saying that my father owes you 700 million yuan. Do you have proof? Is there an IOU?"
"You want to get 700 million from us with empty teeth, it's just wishful thinking!"
"There is also this painting, it is my father's collection, it belongs to our Babao Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with you." JrNovels.com
Frightened and terrified, Yang He himself made a plop, and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Seven... seventy million? ?
Even if it is calculated based on the lowest price of Zhang Daqian's previous works, if it is multiplied by ten times, it will be 700 million?
Seven hundred million!
At this time, Yang He was already scared to death, his old face was as pale as paper, and he was lying on the ground with a look of nothing to love.
He just sold his Babao Pavilion, so it's not worth 700 million.
Only now did Yang He finally understand why Ye Fan kept saying that he couldn't afford it.
This is indeed the case. Although he has been in the antique business for so many years, all he earns is the price difference. His savings are only tens of millions. Even if he sells the shop, he will only make a hundred million if he dies.
Even if he sells all the money, he can't afford Ye Fan's 700 million yuan.
Seeing Yang He's pale old face, Ye Fan smiled immediately, and looked down at him: "What's wrong with Boss Yang, didn't he still look arrogant just now?"
"How did this spread directly on the ground?"
"It's not trying to delay time."
"That can't be done. I'm still in a hurry. We'd like to bet and admit defeat. Let's settle the 700 million account as soon as possible."
"Have you thought about it, how to pay?"
"I support Alipay, WeChat transfers, and cash."
"Of course, if it's not enough, you can pay for the house."
Ye Fan imitated Yang He's appearance just now, and smiled faintly. However, Yang He returned all the ridicule to him before.
"I...I..." Faced with Ye Fan's words, Yang He was lying on the ground with an ugly face as if he had eaten hot food.
At this time, his old face was flushed, and he was almost ashamed. The corners of his lips trembled, and he crowed like a rooster, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
He wanted to get some money from Ye Fan to make up for today's loss, but he never thought that it would end like this.
Not only did he not get the money, but he also lost 700 million yuan, and now he even lost his old face!
Today's somersault is really too big.
It's not just his own embarrassment that has been disgraced, I'm afraid that their Babao Pavilion will become a joke in the antique world in the future.
However, just when Yang He was ashamed and didn't know how to end it, his son Yang Wei came out and scolded Ye Fan directly: "Seven hundred million, you brat, how dare you want it?"
"You are blackmailing!"
"Our Babao Pavilion doesn't owe you, why should we give you money?"
"You keep saying that my father owes you 700 million yuan. Do you have proof? Is there an IOU?"
"You want to get 700 million from us with empty teeth, it's just wishful thinking!"
"There is also this painting, it is my father's collection, it belongs to our Babao Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with you." JrNovels.com
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