The next day, Ye Fan and Yue Yao woke up early. After washing up, he ran directly to the gate.

"Boy Mao, don't you want to eat breakfast?" Yue Yingchun's voice came from behind.

"No, Aunt Yue."

"We are in a hurry, so we won't eat."

Ye Fan waved at them, and then disappeared at the end of the road together with Yue Yao.

"Why..."

"Young people nowadays are under too much pressure in life."

"In order to make money, I don't even have breakfast."

"Especially for migrant workers who don't have any background education, it's even more difficult."

"Girls are better off, at worst, find a husband's family to marry."

"Then what about Ye Fan, that hairy boy?"

"I'm going to be thirty soon, and I don't have a stable job. Whose girl is going to marry him?"

Yue Yingchun and Hu Yipeng sighed.

"Mom, I'm marrying Brother Xiaofan." Tangtang raised her hand, recommending herself.

"Go, go, you little girl, why don't you stay where you are cool!"

Yue Yingchun glared at Tangtang, and the family of three continued to eat breakfast.

Ye Fan and Yueyao, on the other hand, got on the bus and rushed to the Linzhou Guild Hall to participate in today's auction.

"I said Yueyao, didn't Mr. Han give us 200 million?"

"It doesn't cost much to take a taxi."

"Do you have to squeeze the bus?"

It was the morning rush hour, and the bus was packed to the brim.

Among them were a few disheveled old fellows, who tried their best to drill towards Yueyao's side.

And Ye Fan naturally won't let them succeed.

I used my body to block Yueyao, trying not to let people squeeze this girl.

"Is two hundred million a lot?"

"Do you know how precious the collection we are going to photograph this time is?"

"I'm worried that 200 million yuan is not enough." Yueyao frowned, worried in her heart.

The former Ye Fan was as rich as an enemy.

However, in the past two years, without Ye Fan, the Dragon Temple almost fell apart.

Like the Mufan Group founded by Ye Fan, it is also on the verge of bankruptcy. JrNovels.com