Chapter 63

In the afternoon, global building, Shizhong District.

Top floor, auction hall.

Huang Weizheng stopped Ye Fan at the door with a fierce look on his face: "get out and make trouble here. I'm afraid you don't even know how to die. Get out as far as you can before I'm free."

"Don't let me in?"

"Go in? You deserve it?"

"OK, I'll stand here."

Huang Weizheng's face flashed fiercely and suddenly came forward and grabbed Ye Fan's collar: "I told you to go away. You can't understand people, can you?"

"OK, OK, let go and I'll go right away."

Huang Weizheng stared at Ye Fan for a few seconds and gradually let go.

Ye Fan really rolled and rolled to the roof to bask in the sun.

Half an hour later, the person in charge of the auction hall glanced at the whole audience. There were nine out of ten places, and one was absent?

According to the regulations, everyone must be present to start bidding.

"Whose position is that?"

"I don't know. I checked. That credit card is an anonymous special voucher, which is specially used by senior executives in relevant aspects."

"Special use of securities? The problem is people? Why don't people come?"

"I, i... I seem to remember that Huang Wei stopped a man at the door before?"

"What? Bastard, go, go and find someone for me!"

"Yes."

On the rooftop, Ye Fan was still basking in the sun when he suddenly received a man.

"Take the money and don't let Huang Yong shut up. Ye Fan, you're really not very good." It's a woman's voice.

The timbre is also very beautiful and charming. Naturally, it shows a charm, which can't help rippling in your mind.

"Excuse me, are you..."

"No matter who I am, I'll ask you, how can you stop completely?" The other side is very direct.

Ye Fan lit a cigarette, took a sip, moved his position and sat in a slightly cool place next to him. The sun was a little big and hot.

"Why don't you go and solve Huang Yong directly? I don't take the money and don't do anything. The problem is that Huang Yong is not obedient. I have no choice."

The other party chuckled, "Ye Fan, I know what you are. Are you interesting to circle in front of me?"

Ye Fan gave a look and said tentatively, "listen to what you mean, we seem to know each other? Have we met at least?"

"I said, you don't have to worry so much. Just tell me how to stop."

Ye Fan continued to circle: "the public opinion value can't go up. As long as that thing doesn't meet the standard, you can rest assured..."

"Would you be relieved if it were you?" The other party interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Ye Fan was stunned.

The other party was silent for a moment, and the voice was as touching as the sound of nature, which was vaguely mixed with some complexity: "once the public opinion value reaches the standard, the nether world you have worked hard to cultivate will be in danger of destruction. Will you be at ease? Do you understand?"

Ye Fan understood.

Insiders. The woman opposite the phone used to be like him, holding a mysterious armed force that was not in the establishment.

Then the system was adapted. She transferred the armed force underground and controlled the whole gray interest chain behind the president.

"Make an offer." The other party suddenly said.

to offer? Ye Fan frowned and was thinking about it. There was a group of people coming at the entrance of the stairs.

Led by Huang Weizheng.

Ye Fan waved his hand directly, motioned that Huang Weizheng was not allowed to come, and then lowered his voice: "how do I feel that you are within the compilation system and controlling the outside to make a lot of money at the same time, so..."

"Do you have to care so much?" The other party interrupted Ye Fan's voice again, and his tone became more or less cold: "Ye Fan, I think you are a fellow believer. I saw my shadow in today's nether world and you, so I'm polite in every way. Let you make a direct offer regardless of gain or loss. You must be aggressive and don't give life at all?"

At the entrance of the stairs, Huang Wei is striding over.

Ye Fan picked up a brick and smashed it. Huang Weizheng hurriedly dodged away.

"OK, I'll make an offer. There's a piece of land in the Huang family for public auction today. I'll take it down. You can pay for me when the time comes. You can give me as much as the auction price. How about it?"

"And then? Is it clear?"

"You should not be the only one in the whole interest chain?" Ye Fan asked.

The other party is silent.

Opposite, Huang Wei was yelling, "what the fuck are you doing, Ye Fan? Just take out the tickets and hurry!"

A voice also sounded on the phone at this time: "your target is not us, it's the money from the bank robbery, isn't it?"

Ye Fan's eyes looked at Huang Weizheng. Huang Weizheng stepped back like an exciting conditioned reflex.

"You told me not to care so much about you. Why do you care so much about me?"

"No matter what I want, I'll take pictures of the Huang family's land. Won't you just pay for it?"

The other party didn't respond and didn't make any sound for a long time.

Then the phone hung up.

Ye Fan stared at the mobile phone screen for a few seconds, got up and looked up at Huang Weizheng. At the same time, he took out his ticket, walked forward, glanced directly at Huang Weizheng, who was stunned, and went downstairs to the auction hall.

In the auction hall, as soon as ye fan came in, everyone in the audience focused on Ye Fan.

"Who is he?"

"No."

"The last one to arrive is twenty minutes late. Who is sacred?"

"This man seems interesting."

Everyone whispered and talked. Ye Fan had no response at all. He casually found a place to sit down. In his mind and deep in his memory, a figure slowly emerged.

That man died when he was plotted by Bi bold.

Died at the hands of Bi bold.

Naked, dead, crazy.

At least, at that time, Ye Fan was crazy.

If he hadn't been crazy, he wouldn't have been seriously injured by Bi bold.

But this is not the point. The point is that just now, the woman opposite the phone

Something in the tone of the woman's voice is very similar to the man in those days.

Ye Fan's aftertaste is more and more like, like to the extreme.

Could it be her?

Is she still alive?

Why?

Should he be surprised or ecstatic?

Or, what?

"Sixteen million." The auction has begun.

"Seventeen million."

"Two thousand."

Except ye fan, who was still in a daze, the others bid one after another, and in the twinkling of an eye they raised the price by 50 million.

But ye fan is always silent.

At this time, the backstage of the auction, in each VIP room, the boss behind each bidder is watching everything on the auction site through the monitoring screen.

Among them, there are two angry men in VIP room 7.

"It's him. That's right, Ye Fan."

"Is he here too? Does he already know the existence of the fire seal?"

"It's impossible. He doesn't know that there is a fire seal in the world."

"To be on the safe side, inform master first."

"Yes."

In the VIP lounge, sitting in front of the monitoring screen is a woman.

A woman in her early thirties.

She didn't pay attention to the bidding process and kept staring at Ye Fan.

The eyes flicker, and the eyes are full of complexity.

At that time, I thought it was farewell.

Unexpectedly, the shackles of fate entangled each other again.

Fortune really makes people.