209 That's Just An Average Meaning
When Ma Xianglan learned that the bracelet she was wearing was worth at least 1 million yuan, she almost fainted on the spot.
Even though Ye Feng and Ye Baoguo helped her to sit down on the chair next to them in a hurry, she took a long time to recover.
When she came back to her senses, Ma Xianglan grabbed her grandson's arm tightly, wanting to hear the truth from him. "Xiao Feng, tell grandma the truth. How much is this bracelet?"
Ye Feng was helpless, and he could only tell the truth. "This bangle, it's... 1.68 million."
Ma Xianglan almost fainted again when she heard that.
1.68 million!
She and her husband had worked hard for their entire lives, but they couldn't even earn a fraction of this number.
Her grandson had spent 1.68 million yuan on a bracelet for her.
This level of extravagance was far beyond her knowledge.
"Xiao Feng, where did you get so much money? You didn't do anything bad, right?"
She then thought of her grandson, who was only in his first year of university. How could he be so rich?
Could it be that this child did something illegal?
Ye Feng was speechless.
However, he was still very touched.
Other people only cared about whether you had money or not.
Only those who truly cared about you would worry about your safety.
"Don't worry, Grandma. I've made some money from my business. It's just a bangle. It's not a small amount, but it's only average."
Ye Feng did not dare to tell his grandma that he was now worth tens of billions.
Otherwise, Grandma would probably have passed out.
These things could only be done step by step and slowly let her accept it.
When Ma Xianglan, Ye Baoguo, and everyone else heard his words, they didn't know what to say.
If only they knew the word Versailles.
It was simply a match of Versailles.
A bracelet worth 1.68 million yuan, and that was only average?
Then, how much money would be a lot?
At this time, Wei Fang returned the bangle and looked at Ye Feng with deep meaning.
"This bracelet is made of the highest quality Hetian jade, and the craftsmanship is superb. It's obvious that it's made by a master. 1.68 million yuan is indeed not expensive."
Ye Feng immediately gave him a thumbs up. "Professor Wei really has a good eye for talent, I'm impressed!"
Professor Wei looked at him deeply. "What's even rarer is that you're so filial to your grandparents. You're really a rare good child. My granddaughter... Forget it, she's not worthy!"
After that, she left with her daughter's help.
Those old men and women who wanted to introduce their granddaughters to Ye Feng no longer dared to speak.
Even the granddaughter of Professor Wei was not worthy of Ye Feng.
The ordinary women in their family were even less presentable.
Everyone looked at Ye Baoguo and Ma Xianglan with envy.
The Ye family was originally the poorest family in their neighborhood.
However, it was all because they had such a good grandson.
Now, they had become the richest family here.
This was no longer something to be envious of.
They were even a little jealous and hateful.
Just as everyone's hearts and minds were devastated and they were about to disperse...
Suddenly, they heard someone shout from outside, "Whose car is this? Can you move it?"
Ye Feng could tell that the voice came from where he had parked his car.
It was probably his car that was blocking someone else's way.
He immediately walked out.
Everyone looked at each other and wanted to see what kind of car he was driving.
They immediately followed.
When Ye Feng walked out of the district, he saw a middle-aged man in a police uniform, looking at his sports car.
Before he could speak, Wu Baolai had already stepped forward to greet him. "Aiya, isn't this Inspector Zhang? Why are you in our neighborhood?"
The middle-aged man's name was Zhang Weimin, and he was the head of the police station in Fan City."
He was also his son's superior.
He had no choice but to be respectful.
Zhang Weimin nodded at him and then turned to look at the supercar. "Whose car is this?"
"It's mine." Ye Feng finally found a chance to speak.
Zhang Weimin turned his head and sized him up. "Is this your car?"
It was as if he was looking at a thief.
Ye Feng smiled helplessly. "It's my car."
Zhang Weimin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth, then he raised his head and looked at Ye Feng.
"Do you smoke?"
After all, he was the head of the police station, so Ye Feng had to give him some face and took it.
Zhang Weimin then took out a lighter and helped him light the cigarette.
This simple action almost made the jaws of the neighbors drop.
This was the head of the police station in Fan City.
In their eyes, he was an existence that was beyond their reach.
Now, he actually took the initiative to light a cigarette for Ye Feng?
The impact of this scene on them...
It was even more expensive than the price of the Rolex and bracelet that Ye Feng had brought.
What did this kid do?
He could actually make the police station head of Fan City light a cigarette for him?
Especially Wu Baolai.
His son worked for this Inspector Zhang.
Usually, he didn't even have the right to curry favor with him.
And now, this Inspector Zhang actually valued Ye Feng so much?
He even took the initiative to help Ye Feng light a cigarette?
This immediately made him extremely frightened.
Zhang Weimin let out a puff of smoke and looked at Ye Feng as if nothing had happened. "This car is not bad. How much did you buy it for?"
Although he didn't know much about luxury cars.
However, from the extremely cool design of the car, he could guess that it was worth at least 1 million yuan.
A person who could afford a sports car worth millions was definitely not a simple person!
Although he didn't necessarily want to curry favor with the other party, he still had to try his best to build a good relationship.
Ye Feng was in a difficult position.
He didn't dare to reveal the true price of the car.
If his grandparents found out that he was driving a sports car that cost 70 to 80 million yuan...
They would probably have to be sent to the hospital on the spot.
But since the police chief had taken the initiative to ask, he had to answer.
He could only use his right hand to make a '7' gesture.
The other party must have understood.
When Zhang Weimin saw the hand gesture, he was shocked.
"7 million? So expensive?"
