Chapter 209 [209] It's just average.
When Ma Xianglan learned that the bracelet on her hand was worth at least one million, she almost fainted on the spot.

Even though Ye Feng and Ye Baoguo were busy helping her sit down on the chair next to them, it took her a long time to recover.

When she recovered, Ma Xianglan tightly grasped her grandson's arm, wanting to hear the truth from him, "Xiao Feng, tell grandma the truth, how much does this bracelet cost?"

Ye Feng had no choice but to tell the truth: "This bracelet cost... 168 million."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianglan almost fainted again.

168 million!

She and her husband worked hard all their lives, but didn't even earn a fraction of this amount.

And her grandson actually spent 168 million to buy a bracelet for her.

This level of luxury was far beyond her understanding.

"Xiao Feng, where did you get so much money? Did you do something bad?"

She then thought that her grandson was only a freshman in college, how could he be so rich?

Could it be that this child has done something illegal?

Ye Feng was speechless for a while.

However, he was still very moved.

Others only care whether you have money or not.

Only those who truly care about you will worry about your safety.

"Don't worry, grandma. I've made a little money from my business recently. It's just a bracelet. It's not a small thing, but it's just a medium amount."

Ye Feng didn't dare tell his grandmother that he was now worth tens of billions.

Otherwise, grandma might have fainted.

These things can only be made to be accepted by her gradually, bit by bit.

When Ma Xianglan, Ye Baoguo and everyone else at the scene heard what he said, they didn't know how to respond.

If they knew the word "Versailles".

You can tell how Versailles this guy is.

It's simply Versailles.

A bracelet worth 168 million is just average?
So, how much money is enough?
At this time, Wei Fang on the side returned the bracelet, and then looked at Ye Feng meaningfully.

"This bracelet is made of the highest quality Hetian jade, and the craftsmanship is superb. It is obvious that it was made by a master. 168 million is really not expensive."

Ye Feng immediately gave a thumbs up, "Professor Wei is indeed a man of insight. I admire him!"

Professor Wei looked at him deeply. "What's even more rare is that you are so filial to your grandparents. You are such a rare good boy. My granddaughter... forget it, she doesn't deserve it!"

After saying this, he left with the help of his daughter.

Those old men and women who originally wanted to introduce their granddaughters to Ye Feng no longer dared to speak.

Even Professor Wei’s granddaughter is not worthy of Ye Feng.

The mediocre women in their family are even more disgraceful.

Everyone looked at Ye Baoguo and Ma Xianglan with envy.

The Ye family was originally the poorest family in their community.

But it’s because I have such a good grandson.

Now, they have become the richest family here.

This is no longer something to be envied.

They are even a little jealous and hateful.

Just when everyone was exhausted physically and mentally and were ready to leave.

Suddenly, someone outside shouted, "Whose car is this? Can you move it?"

Ye Feng heard that the sound seemed to come from the direction where he parked his car.

I guess it was my car that blocked other people's way.

Walk out immediately.

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to see what kind of car he was driving, and immediately followed him.

When Ye Feng walked out of the community, he saw a middle-aged man in police uniform looking closely at his Lykan sports car.

Before he could speak, Wu Baolai had already rushed over to greet him, "Hey, isn't this Director Zhang? Why are you in our community?"

The middle-aged man's name is Zhang Weimin, and he is the director of Fancheng City Police Station.

He is also his son's immediate superior.

He had no choice but to be respectful.

Zhang Weimin nodded at him, then turned his head to look at the supercar, "Whose car is this?"

Ye Feng finally found the opportunity to speak: "Mine."

Zhang Weimin turned his head and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, "Is this your car?"

This kind of look is like looking at a thief.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, "It's my car."

Zhang Weimin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, then looked up at Ye Feng.

"Do you smoke?"

After all, he was the chief of the police station, so Ye Feng had to give him some face and took it immediately.

Zhang Weimin then took out a lighter and helped him light it.

This simple action almost made the neighbors drop their jaws.

This is the chief of the police station in Fancheng.

In their eyes, it is an unattainable existence.

Now, he actually took the initiative to light a cigarette for Ye Feng?

This scene brought them a shock.

It was even far more expensive than the Rolex and bracelet that Ye Feng had just brought.

What virtue and ability does this kid have?

How could he actually get the police station chief of Fancheng to light a cigarette?
Especially Wu Baolai.

His son is a subordinate of Director Zhang.

Normally, you don’t have the qualifications to curry favor with others.

And now, this Director Zhang actually thinks so highly of Ye Feng?
He even took the initiative to light Ye Feng's cigarette?

This immediately terrified him.

Zhang Weimin exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Ye Feng nonchalantly, "This car is nice, how much did you buy it for?"

Although he doesn't know much about luxury cars.

But from the extremely cool appearance of this car, we can roughly guess that this car will cost at least no less than one million.

Anyone who can afford a sports car worth millions is definitely not an ordinary person!

Although he may not necessarily want to curry favor with the other party, he will try his best to build a good relationship with him.

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed.

He didn't dare to tell the real price of the car.

If his grandparents knew that he drives a sports car worth 70 or 80 million.

I guess he had to be sent to the hospital on the spot.

But since the police station chief asked the question, he had no choice but to answer.

I had to make a “7” gesture with my right hand.

Presumably, the other party can understand it as well.

When Zhang Weimin saw this gesture, he was immediately surprised.

"Seven million? So expensive?"

(End of this chapter)