"Wanjia, it's over!"
Liu Yichuan pointed at Ye Tian, turned around and left. His murderous words shocked the people of the Wan family.
Wan Guosheng's face flushed and he was angry.
Liu Yichuan dared to do this because he relied on the Cheung Kong Group behind him.
Wan Guosheng also felt the pressure. Could it be that Liu Yichuan wanted the Peizhitang shares, also from Cheung Kong Group?
"Brother, what are you going to do to our family because of this one person?"
“That’s outrageous!”
Wan Guoran was also annoyed and seized the opportunity to point at Ye Tian again.
"This matter has nothing to do with Xiaoye. This is our Wan family's business..."
An old voice came from behind the crowd. Everyone turned around and saw Wan Daoming sitting in a wheelchair, coughing and waving at everyone.
"Father!"
"grandfather!"
"Master!"
Wan Daoming's face was as pale as gold paper. He was breathing heavily and pointed at Ye Tian.
"My apologies, young man!"
"Old man, this is nothing. Isn't your Wan family short of medicine?"
"I still have some in my hand."
As soon as Ye Tian finished speaking, Wan Guoran came to Wan Daoming and said with a sad face: "Father, don't listen to his nonsense. Our Wan family needs eight hundred-year-old medicinal herbs."
"Now, only Liu Yichuan has it."
Just as Wan Guoran said this, a scent of medicine wafted from the yard.
On Wan Guoran's shoulder was an extremely thick Polygonum multiflorum.
"What?"
Wan Guoran was dumbfounded on the spot. As a member of the Wan family, he certainly knew that this was a century-old Polygonum multiflorum.
"You, you took it out?"
When Wan Guoran turned around, he saw Ye Tian holding Polygonum multiflorum and measuring it against Wan Daoming.
"My friend, one is not enough. I also know that this Polygonum multiflorum was grown by you."
After Wan Daoming finished speaking, he saw Ye Tian raise his hand again and take out the blood from his "pocket".
"I also know about this blood clotting medicine." Wan Daoming nodded again. With the blood clotting medicine, he might be able to restore some physical strength.
Just as he finished speaking, the fragrance of medicine came out again, and Ye Tian took out a piece of ginseng from his pocket.
The ginseng root is about the size of a palm, and its beard is like a beard, with a fragrant aroma.
"Hundred-year-old ginseng?"
Wan Guoran also saw it clearly. This thing was on his shoulder, and he could see it most clearly.
Ye Tian searched his pockets again, and the oblong leaves, with lavender edges, and a special fragrance came out again.
"Ironhide...Dendrobium?"
"Red Ganoderma?"
"Golden Thread Lotus?"
"This one looks like a lily, could it be Chonglou?"
Wan Guoran's eyes widened, as did the others. Wan Daoming had already propped himself up and stood up, looking at the herbs tremblingly.
"Are there any more?"
“And a forsythia!”
Ye Tian took out his pocket again and threw out a Lianqiao, still placing it on Wan Guoran's shoulder. Wan Guoran didn't dare to move now, not even daring to breathe.
"Hundred-year-old medicinal herbs, all of them are hundred-year-old medicinal herbs!"
"God, please open your eyes!"
"What God? He is your benefactor. Kneel down and pay homage to the benefactor!"
"Yes, we listen to the master!"
The Wan family members finally reacted and looked at Ye Tian excitedly. How could Ye Tian have so many medicinal herbs? These herbs were all hundred-year-old ingredients. They could finally refine the Eight Treasures Pill.
"Greetings, benefactor!"
"Old man, please don't be like this. If you want to worship, let Wan Guoran do it, so that he won't always scold me."
"ah?"
Wan Guoran didn't dare to look back, his shoulders were covered with medicinal herbs.
Wan Guoran really wanted to throw away all these medicinal herbs. If he really threw them away in front of his father, he would probably be eaten alive by the Wan family.
"Second brother, kneel down and thank the benefactor."
"On behalf of our Ye family, hurry up!"
Wan Daoming gave a direct order, and Wan Guoran had no choice but to obey. He was also intimidated by Ye Tian.
"Are you, Doraemon?"
"This pocket is filled with century-old medicinal herbs? This is an illusion, this is an illusion!"
"Second brother, what are you waiting for? Kneel down quickly." Wan Guosheng also reacted.
Wan Guosheng came to Wan Guoran and picked the herbs directly and carefully.
Wan Guoran really had no choice, he still hoped that Ye Tian would give him face.
Ye Tian just looked at Wan Guoran with a smile, and Wan Guoran could only kneel down.
"Remember, don't talk nonsense next time!"
"Master Wan, if these herbs are not enough, I have some more over there, enough for you to refine the Eight Treasures Pill."
"real?"
"Hold me, I want to become sworn brothers with Comrade Xiao Ye!"
"What?"
Wan Guosheng was dumbfounded, and Wan Guoran was trembling.
Ye Tian was also confused. What was the Wan family's custom? Did they have to become sworn brothers to show their gratitude?
"Brother, you saved our Wan family!"
"From today on, Brother Xiaoye, you are just like me in our family!"
Wan Daoming held Ye Tian's hand, tears streaming down his face.
"Don't be like this, old man. You're too excited. Wait, I'll get you some golden pears."
"No, you are my brother."
"Boss, come and meet your uncle!"
"Second brother, kneel down again!"
"Dad, you still want me to kneel?"
Wan Guoran was about to cry.
Ye Tian was helpless and was about to say something again when Wan Bing led Ye Xiaomi in. He saw his father and second uncle about to kneel down to Ye Tian.
"What the hell? What's going on?"
"How did I become a grandson?"
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