Chapter 209： That means medium

When Ma Xianglan learned that the bracelet she was wearing was worth at least one million yuan, she almost fainted on the spot.

Even if Ye Feng and Ye Baoguo were in a hurry and helped her to sit on the chair next to her, it took her a long time before she recovered.

When she regained her strength, Ma Xianglan tightly grabbed her grandson's arm, wanting to hear him tell the truth, "Xiaofeng, tell grandma the truth, how much is this bracelet?"

Ye Feng had no choice but to tell the truth: "This bracelet cost... 1.68 million."

Hearing this, Ma Xianglan almost passed out again.

1.68 million!

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

And the grandson actually spent 1.68 million to buy a bracelet for her.

This level of luxury is far beyond her cognition.

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

Then she thought that her grandson was only in his freshman year, how could he be so rich?

Could it be that the kid did something illegal?

Ye Feng was speechless for a while.

However, he was still very moved.

Others only care about whether you have money or not.

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

"Don't worry grandma, I have made some money in business during this period of time. I just bought a bracelet. It can't be said to be trivial, but it is only moderate."

Ye Feng dare not tell grandma that he is now worth tens of billions.

Otherwise, grandma might just smoke it.

These things can only be gradually accepted by her little by little.

And when Ma Xianglan, Ye Baoguo and everyone at the scene heard his words, they didn't know how to answer them.

If only they knew the word "Versailles".

You know how Versailles this kid is.

It's like Versailles.

The 1.68 million bracelet, is it just a middle-of-the-road meaning?

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 grade Hetian jade, and the craftsmanship is superb. It can be seen from the hands of a master at first glance. 1.68 million is indeed not expensive."

Ye Feng immediately gave a thumbs up, "Professor Wei really has a keen eye, I admire you!"

Professor Wei looked at him deeply, "What's even more rare is that you are so filial to your grandparents, you are really a rare good boy. My granddaughter... Forget it, she is not worthy!"

After speaking, he left with the support of his daughter.

Those old men and women who wanted to introduce their granddaughters to Ye Feng, no one dared to speak anymore.

Even the granddaughter of Professor Wei Da is not good enough for Ye Feng.

Those vulgar and vulgar fans of their family are even more unbearable.

Everyone looked at Ye Baoguo and Ma Xianglan enviously.

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

But because of having such a good grandson.

Now, it has become the richest family here.

This is no longer something to envy.

They even have a little jealousy and hatred.

Just when everyone was devastated physically and mentally and was about to disperse.

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

Ye Feng heard the sound as if it came from the direction where he parked.

It is estimated that his own car blocked the way of others.

Go out immediately.

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

Dang even followed up.

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

Before he could speak, Wu Baolai had already stepped forward to greet him, "Oh, isn't this director Zhang? Why did you come to our community?"

The middle-aged man's name is Zhang Weimin, and he is the director of the police station in Fancheng District.

He is also his son's immediate boss.

He couldn't help but be disrespectful.

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

Only then did Ye Feng find the opportunity to say, "Mine."

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

This kind of gaze is like looking at a thief.

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

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

"Do you smoke?"

After all, he is the director of the police station, so Ye Feng has to show some face, so he even took over.

Zhang Weimin then took out a lighter and lit it for him.

This simple action almost shocked the jaws of the neighbors around.

This is the director of the dignified police station in Fancheng.

In their eyes, that is an unattainable existence.

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

The shock that this scene brought to them.

It is even far more than the price of the Rolex and bracelet that Ye Feng brought with him just now.

This boy, what can he do?

To make the director of the police station in Fancheng light a cigarette?

Especially Wu Baolai.

His son is the subordinate of Director Zhang.

Usually want to curry favor with others, not that qualified.

And now, this Director Zhang actually values ​​Ye Feng so much?

He even offered to help Ye Feng light a cigarette?

This immediately terrified him.

Zhang Weimin took a puff of smoke, and looked at Ye Feng nonchalantly, "This car is not bad, how much did you pay for it?"

Although he has no research on luxury cars.

But from the extremely cool shape of this car, it can be roughly guessed that this car is at least not less than one million.

A person who can afford to drive millions of sports cars is by no means a simple person!

Although he doesn't necessarily want to curry favor with the other party, he should try his best to establish a good relationship.

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed.

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

If you let your grandparents know, he drives a sports car worth 70 to 80 million yuan.

It is estimated that he had to be sent to the hospital on the spot.

But even the director of the dignified police station took the initiative to ask, and he had to answer.

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

Presumably, the other party can also understand.

Zhang Weimin was surprised when he saw this gesture.

"Seven million? So expensive?"