C409 Ten thousand questions for each question

In a sweet shop not far from the classroom, Yan Qingfan wiped his mouth in satisfaction and pushed away the empty ice cream cup.

Once school was over, this strange uncle in front of him had invited him to eat ice cream. Yan Qingfan knew in his heart that he was not a good person, but if someone wanted to treat him to ice cream, how could they refuse?

After thinking for a moment, Yan Qingfan chose the most expensive dessert shop near the classroom, and ordered the most expensive ice cream.

"Fanfan, can you leave with uncle after eating?"

Bao Yong rubbed his hands together in anticipation, thinking that he could immediately trick Yan Qingfan to go to the lake and get his 1 million. He wouldn't feel any heartache even if he was eaten by such an expensive ice cream by a little kid.

As he said that, Bao Yong extended his hand out towards Yan Qingfan, but he did not expect that Yan Qingfan's small body would actually move backwards, he shook his head and said: "Mommy told me to wait for the babysitter to bring me home, so I can't leave with you."

Hearing Yan Qingfan's words, Bao Yong did not expect him to be so cautious. When eating his ice cream, why did he not say that he could not follow her?

He could only reveal a smile that he thought was the most harmless as he said, "Of course I know, I'm the babysitter's brother. She's temporarily busy, so I came to pick you up."

Yan Qingfan looked at Bao Yong warily. He didn't believe that what the man in front of him said was true, but he was alone right now.

He didn't refute the man in front of him. What he said was a lie. Instead, he took out his phone. Show him the balance in your account.

Bao Yong clicked his tongue as he looked at the amount on the screen, and only after counting twice did he confirm that the amount was actually 2 million!

Seeing the man stare blankly, Yan Qingfan had long guessed that he was someone who loved money.

"Let's play a game. Let me ask you a question. If you can answer all 10 thousand of my questions, I'll give you 2 million. How about that?"

After helping Yan Xueman with the research for a long time, he finally gave him 150 thousand yuan. Now that she had answered a question, she gave him 10 thousand yuan.

"Isn't 10 thousand yuan per question too little? How about you give me more?"

Hearing Bao Yong's words, Yan Qingfan kept his phone and said seriously: "If you don't agree, then tear me up right now; my father will let you die without a burial ground."

Yan Qingfan looked at Bao Yong fearlessly. The person in front of him was clearly a four year old child, but the aura exuded from his body made Bao Yong feel fear.

After all, Yan Qingfan had 2 million on him, and no matter how he thought about it, it was not his fault.

He also wanted to see if a child this young really had money to give to him, so he said: "First, ask, if I answer you, will you be able to transfer the money over? Don't blame me for that."

Yan Qingfan did not mind, and directly asked: "Who sent you?"

"Yan Xueman."

When he finished answering, Bao Yong aimed his collection code at Yan Qingfan's phone, feeling a little uneasy, he replied with the truth, if not for the money being transferred to him, he would be at a disadvantage.