Chapter 40 Moving into the Old House



Ye Tian just looked at Han Biao like that. If he went to another place and insulted Ye Tian's parents, Ye Tian would kill him directly.

"Isn't this bad?" Zhang Quan still wanted to beg.

"How about you replace Han Biao?"

"ah?"

Zhang Quan became completely honest. In Ye Tian's eyes, he, the village chief, had no prestige at all.

"You can do it yourself?"

Zhang Quan closed his eyes, feeling very complicated. He blamed Han Biao for the trouble and scolded Ye Tian for not giving him face.

"I, I kneel!"

Han Biao had no other choice but to grit his teeth and finally kneel in front of Ye Tian.

"Kneel before my parents, you have no right to kneel before me!"

"you!"

Han Biao thought Ye Tian was showing off. He had no idea that as the God of War of China, Han Biao was not qualified to kneel down to Ye Tian.

Han Biao knelt down in front of Ye Liang and Sun Li and kowtowed to apologize.

"Is that all right?"

Han Biao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Ye Tian. He didn't look arrogant at all.

"Dad, is it okay?"

"Forget it, we are all from the same village, and he has compensated us."

"This little money is nothing like compensation. If you don't agree, tell me. Our family will never be short of money."

Sun Li shook her head and said kindly, "Forget it. We're all from the same village. Let's give the village chief some respect."

"Sign it!"

Seeing that his parents agreed, Ye Tian didn't say anything.

When Zhang Quan saw the signature, he forced a wry smile and led Han Biao away.

"Son, you were rude to the village chief just now."

"He's a partial village chief!"

"Alas, it's because the Han family is so powerful."

"Son, how much did you sell it for?"

Ye Liang looked at the 200,000 yuan on the kang. Ye Tian sold 100,000 yuan in just one afternoon?

"Haha, this 100,000 yuan is what I withdrew from the bank. I sold it for over 500,000 yuan."

"What?"

Ye Liang and Sun Li looked on blankly.

After a long time, the couple finally reacted after hearing Ye Tian’s explanation.

"Sold it to Xinlongjia? One hundred per pound, my god, that's an outrageous price."

If Ye Liang knew that Ye Tian not only sold it to Xinlongjia, but also owned shares in it, he would probably be scared to death.

"Dad, so I need to recover as soon as possible in Lilin."

"I'm moving to the ancestral home for this very reason. I can take good care of Lilin and do other things there."

"What else? Are you interested in Xiaoya?"

Sun Li grabbed her son and asked in a low voice.

"Mom, can I like that tigress?"

Just as Ye Tian finished speaking, Zhou Xiaoya's sweet voice came from outside the door.

"What tigress?"

Zhou Xiaoya just found out that Zhang Quan brought Han Biao to her house, and ran over worriedly.

"Mom, here's a hamburger for you!"

Ye Xiaomi secretly hid a hamburger and left it specially for Zhou Xiaoya.

"Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear?"

Ye Tian shut his mouth to avoid making Zhou Xiaoya angry again.

"Xiaoya, Xiaotian is going to live over at the old house. Please help look after him from now on."

"Huh? I looked at him?"

"You're the branch secretary, so of course you have to keep an eye on him. This guy is lawless."

"Yes, indeed."

Zhou Xiaoya was eating a hamburger, her eyes flickering as she noticed the money on the kang. She thought Han Biao's 200,000 yuan compensation was acceptable.

"Why should I listen to her?"

"She's the Party Secretary and Xiaomi's mother."

"If you don't listen to Xiaoya, don't go and live there!" Sun Li raised her eyebrows, but turned around and smiled at Zhou Xiaoya.

"Oh my god!"

The God of War has become obedient and can't afford to offend his mother.

Seeing Ye Tian's frustrated look, and with Han Biao's problem having been resolved, Zhou Xiaoya felt much better.

"You can live over there, but you have to live in my house!"

"I don't want to bother with you!"

"What did you say?"

Zhou Xiaoya rolled her eyes at Ye Tian, and Ye Tian said lazily: "The place where you live is my house. You occupy my house, and you still think you are right."

"You're just a tenant, I'm the landlord."

"Be more polite to me next time!"

"you!"

Zhou Xiaoya didn't say anything to Ye Tian and took a big bite of the hamburger.

"Mom, don't be angry, I'm the owner of the house too, I'll let you live here."

"Xiaomi, you're so good!"

"Xiaomi is still the best!"

Zhou Xiaoya happily hugged Xiaomi and sneered at Ye Tian.

The Ye family is rich now, so Ye Tian bought some meat slices and other things and had hot pot at home in the evening.

Ye Tian really didn't know what his father was thinking about eating hot pot in such hot weather.

After eating the steaming hot pot, Ye Tian also hummed comfortably.

Zhou Xiaoya was also eating with sweat dripping down her face. She picked up a piece of radish and looked at Ye Tian in confusion.

Everyone else was steaming, but Ye Tian didn't sweat at all. Zhou Xiaoya even discovered that Ye Tian's body was very cool. The closer she got to him, the cooler she felt.

Zhou Xiaoya moved her stool and took the initiative to move closer to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian didn't pay attention to Zhou Xiaoya's little action. As a person who had experienced it, her mother Sun Li looked at Zhou Xiaoya and Ye Tian with joy, and also picked up a piece of fat beef.

"Xiaoya, help Ye Tian clean up the room later."

"Auntie, I understand!"

"Eat more meat. I'm sorry to bother you so much."

"fine!"

Zhou Xiaoya spoke softly and moved towards Ye Tian again. The coolness made Zhou Xiaoya smile.

The atmosphere in Ye Tian's home is happy.

At the east end of the village, in the old Han family house, Han Biao was kneeling in the ancestral hall, covering his face.

An old man in his fifties, skinny as a monkey, was slowly drinking Maotai, holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Waste, how could I have given birth to such a waste like you."

"They actually knelt down to him. Do they, the Ye family, want to die?"

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