With Hengdian and the police intervening, Ye Fan's crisis has dispersed and no one will provoke him in a short period of time.

Ye Fan took advantage of this opportunity to take Tang Fenghua back, whose body had recovered most of her body, so as not to be bored in the hospital.

Then he woke up the three of Nihua and the others, allowing them to feel the fresh air of the world again.

On the third morning of Chen Xiaoyue's death, Ye Fan had just finished breakfast, when Sun Bufan, Hua Yanyu and others gathered around with a whistle.

Everyone looked excited, and they were holding a bank card in their hands, as if they were winning a jackpot.

Ye Fan was startled: "What are you going to do?"

"My master, this is my entire savings, 20 million."

Sun Bufan handed the bank card to Ye Fan and said, "I want to join Huayi Sect, and I also want to buy some shares."

Hua Yanyu squeezed up: "Ye Fan, take me first, grandpa and I will join Huayi Sect and buy 1 billion shares."

"Ye Fan, are we qualified to join?"

The eight doctors also looked at Ye Fan: "We don't have much money, can you collect a few million?"

"What?

Are you going to join the Chinese medicine school?”

Ye Fan couldn't stop hearing this and was stunned: "Is it still selling investment?"

"Yes, yes, we all want to join, even the most ordinary children don't care. The most important thing is to give us a position."

Hua Yanyu was very excited: "It doesn't matter how much shares are, just be able to share a little when making money."

"There is no sign of the Chinese medicine horoscope. Will you be too reckless if you join in this hurry?"

Ye Fan scratched his head and said, "If Huayi can't get up, your money will be wasted."

"Not afraid, we believe you. As long as you take the lead, you will definitely succeed."

"That's right, even if you fail, it doesn't matter. It's just that little money, you'll make it again. If you succeed, you'll be a veteran."

"Yes, yes, and Mr. Song is right. How can it be considered life if you don't take a few risks in life?"

"Ye Fan, we are old friends and old acquaintances. You can't help but take us to play with such a good opportunity."

Sun Bufan and the others expressed their opinions to Ye Fan, shouting that they would join the Chinese Medicine Sect no matter what.

Ye Fan looked at them and smiled, knowing that although they wanted to seize an opportunity, they were more supportive of themselves in disguise.

So he waved his hand: "Okay, I will accept all your people and your money. You are the first team of Huayi."

"You can discuss with Sister Yan about how to arrange the specific arrangements."

His tone was firm: "In short, I will not disappoint you if you trust me like this."

After the words came, Nihua and the other two ran over: "Ye Fan, we three need to get a share of the pie."

Then Qin Shijie also shouted nervously: "Mr. Ye, I can draft the rules and regulations of the Chinese medical school."

Tang Fenghua also joined in the fun: "Ye Fan, you can't forget me when you pick up money."

Sun Shengshou, Gongsun Yuan and Yao Shenghan are also strongly determined to advance and retreat with the Huayi Sect.

Ye Zhendong, Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin even took out the coffin board, and even Su Xier also found the piggy bank... Jin Zhilin was extremely lively throughout the morning.

Ye Fan finally asked Song Hongyan to connect with everyone. He wanted to take a breath with tea, and then a Maserati drove over.

The car door opened and a refreshing and clean figure emerged. Wang Qingwu appeared in front of Ye Fan like a flower.

Ye Fan smiled and stood up to greet him: "Ms. Wang is so free to come and visit?"

"Two things."

Wang Qingwu and Ye Fan were also very familiar with each other, and did not make any mistakes. They pinched out a check and said with a smile: "First, you have paid dividends. You may have forgotten all the Wang Liquor Industry, but I can't ignore you, the major shareholder."

"This is the dividend for this quarter, please keep it well."

She stuffed the check into Ye Fan's hand.

"Three billion, so much?"

Ye Fan was shocked at the check: "How can this work?

Not very good, right?"

"Besides, I'll give you a secret recipe. You are completely responsible for the company. I'm embarrassed to accept it if you give me so much money."

"Reopen one, give me 30 to 50 million."

Ye Fan stuffed the check back.

"Hold it, it's what you deserve."

Wang Qingwu gave Ye Fan a blank look: "If it weren't for your secret recipe for Zhuyeqing, I would have gone bankrupt long ago and had to be forced to get married. Where is the current sunrise?"

"And this money is only in the early stage, and it will probably be several times more in a few years."

"You don't accept it now, and I'm afraid you won't dare to accept it in the future."

"I said I would never go back on my word if I gave you half of the shares."

Wang Qingwu stuffed the check into Ye Fan's pocket: "Besides, I'll ask you for help in the future when the product is upgraded. If you don't charge this money, why would I be embarrassed to bother you?"

She threatened Ye Fan: "Cover quickly, collect quickly, otherwise I will be rude."

Ye Fan showed helplessness on his face, so he had to accept the check: "Okay, I'll accept it. If you have any trouble in the future, just look for me."

"That's a must, we are the guys."

After seeing Ye Fan accepting the check, Wang Qingwu's pretty face became a little more satisfied.

Ye Fan asked: "What is the second thing you are looking for me?"

Wang Qingwu put away his smile and his eyes became deeper: "My grandpa wants to see you."

Ye Fan was stunned: "What did he do when he saw me?

I have no friendship with your grandpa.”

"have no idea."

Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "He just asked me to come and invite you, go down to Pinyuan for afternoon tea."

"Ye Fan, if you don't want to go, you can refuse."

Although she is a member of the Wang family and dare not disobey the old man's instructions, she knows the grievances between the two sides, especially the Wang Qiaochu incident a few days ago, and they are almost incompatible with each other.

She didn't want Ye Fan to attend the meeting in her heart, so as not to be troubled by her grandfather.

Wang Qingwu didn't want Ye Fan to be humiliated, even his own family.

"It's probably your brother's business."

Ye Fan laughed: "I didn't expect your grandfather to do anything. It seems that the Wang family is really a treasure to your brother."

"I'm going to blame me for it."

Ye Fan turned his mind: "Your grandfather is unhappy when he falls into my hands."

Wang Qingwu sighed quietly: "I will reject him for you."

"No, I'll go have this tea."

Ye Fan straightened his body: "If you think about me so much, how could I not let you complete the task?"

"Come here to pick me up in the afternoon to see your grandpa."

No matter what the Wang family intends to do, Ye Fan is ready to face it bravely.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Qingwu took Ye Fan to a manor with a vast area.

After passing through several corridors and lakes, Ye Fan came to a large backyard.

Although there is no strict guard here, there are more than a dozen men and women standing, quiet and patient.

There is an apricot tree growing in the yard, with green leaves and shaking, making the afternoon sun shine mottled.

Under the apricot tree, a burly old man in Zhongshan dress was writing quickly.

He is writing a poem about Jiang Chengzi.

"I'm talking about the young man's crazy, with yellow on the left, blue on the right, brocade hat and sable fur, and thousands of riders rolling flat on the hill..." The dragon and phoenix danced, and the words gave people a majestic momentum with full spirit, showing the old man's ability to immerse himself in calligraphy for many years.

Ye Fan was also infected when he looked at this poem, his spirit and spirit burst out unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with a sense of heroism.

The old man in Zhongshan was about to put the last word "Shell" in the sky, but when he heard the noise from the side, he took a casual look.

He just glanced at Ye Fan, and when he saw the two of them waiting, he lowered his head again and wanted to finish the last three words.

But I don’t know what happened, but the pen tip can no longer fall.

The spiritual realm, which was originally as calm as water, was completely disturbed by Ye Fan's glance because of the glance he looked at each other just now.

I didn't expect that there was such a person in the world. His eyes were like the moment when a sword was unsheathed, shooting across and out, and penetrated the hearts.

The spiritual realm of the old man in Zhongshan was filled with Ye Fan's gaze, and he was thinking of Ye Fan's shadow in his heart.

"Ba" The old man was stained with thick ink pen tip, and he was about to fall but raised it up again. Finally, he threw the brush and turned to face Ye Fan.
Chapter completed!