Chapter 4: Finding a man?
Ye Lin didn't bother to take another look and said, "Just throw it away."
"Okay, Master, I'll put it. What Master? Where should I put it?"
Fang Bo felt that he was really getting old and couldn't hear clearly what was said, or maybe he hated Ji Yuanping so much that he was hysterical.
Ye Lin looked at Fang Bo helplessly, "I said throw this away, throw it as far away as possible. In the future, don't accept anything that Ji Yuanping sends you. Also, Fang Bo, take a look at what he sent us at home and throw it away. From now on, dogs can enter our house, but Ji Yuanping can't."
In order to avoid Fang Bo from misunderstanding, Ye Lin finished his words in one breath. Seeing that Fang Bo was still stunned by his shock, he thought to himself, is it really that serious? This young master is so worrying. Look at Fang Bo, he is so excited that he can't even speak.
Thinking of giving Fang Bo some buffer time, Ye Lin continued to explore the garden.
After Ye Lin left, Fang Bo finally recovered. He was trembling with excitement. He looked at the young master's back and kept muttering, "Okay, okay, the young master has grown up. I'll go and clean up now. It's really the master's blessing."
He ran into the house like a gust of wind, and his movements did not reveal that he was an old man in his late 50s.
Fang Bo thought that he had to hurry up, what if the young master regretted it? He had to throw Ji Yuanping's things out of the Ye family as soon as possible so that the young master would never remember this person again. This would be considered as him, Old Fang, doing his duty to the master.
Ye Lin picked flowers, pulled weeds, and kicked stones along the way, and walked for forty minutes before reaching the gate.
Along the way, I met the gardener Uncle Fu, the cook Aunt Liu, and the maid Xiaoyue, and matched the people in my memory one by one.
Looking at the carved gate in front of me, and then at the villa behind me which was blocked by layers of trees and could not be seen in its entirety, I thought to myself that this sentence is true. It’s not about living in the woods, but about having a woods at home.
"Young Master refuses the gift and has completed 10% of the task. The system will issue a reward of 5 million Hong Kong dollars." Xiao Ling suddenly came online.
"Are your benefits so good? 5 billion Hong Kong dollars a year, and extra pocket money?" Ye Lin was a little bit unconvinced that such a good thing would happen.
000's mechanical reply: "No, young master. The Ye family's global annual revenue is approximately 5 billion Hong Kong dollars, but you cannot currently control this wealth. You can only control it in full after completing all tasks. If the progress of the task changes the original character's fate, the system will issue a corresponding bonus."
"You can pay me in installments!"
The annual income of 5 billion is the final payment for his task. Ye Lin knew that such a good thing of tens of billions a year was not so reliable. It turned out that it was waiting for him here.
Forget it, Ye Errong is miserable enough. Just consider it as a good deed done today to punish evil and promote good. At least he can get some pocket money.
Ye Lin felt that he had to practice to see if what Xiao Ling said was true. It would be so painful to have to look at billions of Hong Kong dollars a year but not be able to spend them.
He went back to the room to look for the young master's passbook. He fumbled in his memory and found that the passbooks were piled in the secret compartment behind the oil painting at the head of the bed.
I touched a bulge along the pattern of the picture frame and pressed it hard. The secret compartment opened. Inside the space as big as a shoe box was a small safe. I opened the door according to the password I remembered, and the colorful passbooks stacked inside were about to pour out like playing cards.
Ye Lin took a rough look and found that the safe contained passbooks from world-famous banks, including Citibank, HSBC, Hong Kong Bank, Swiss Bank, etc., as well as a bank card. He would be dizzy by the string of zeros if he opened any of them.
These strings of zeros were so tempting that Ye Lin decided to give it a try and take a look at Hong Kong in the 1970s. He picked up a Citibank passbook and prepared to go out.
He went into the cloakroom and changed into a light brown casual French handmade suit, found a pair of beige leather shoes to put on, stuffed the passbook into his pocket, walked around to the antique screen, dialed the villa's internal line, and told it to be out in three minutes.
When Ye Lin arrived at the hall, a 1975 Rolls-Royce Camargue was already parked at the bottom of the stairs waiting.
Rolls-Royce has always been exclusive to the wealthy in every era, and in the 1970s, there were only a handful of wealthy people in Hong Kong who owned Rolls-Royce.
His personal bodyguard Ah Hui opened the car door for him. This was the first time in Ye Lin's two lives that he had ridden in a Rolls-Royce. He suppressed his excitement and calmly got in.
The driver, Uncle Gui, took Aunt Rebecca out. Ah Hui was driving today. After Ah Hui closed the car door for Ye Lin, Fang Bo was worried that the young master would come to his senses and run to find that bad boy Ji Yuanping again, so he leaned on the car window and asked tentatively, "Where are you going, young master?"
Ye Lin looked at the uncle with a frown and worried eyes, and couldn't help but feel sad. "It's a bit boring in the house. I want to go out for a walk."
"That's great, that's great." When Fang Bo heard that Ye Lin was not going to find Ji Yuanping, he stood up straight and even spoke in Cantonese.
Ye Errong always spoke Mandarin. In addition, the maids in the house were either from the mainland or foreigners, with only a few being pure Hong Kong people. People rarely spoke Cantonese at home and communicated in Mandarin. Fang Bo watched the car drive out of the gate with satisfaction.
In 1978, Victoria Harbour was one of the most developed areas in Asia, with countless passenger and cargo ships trading at the port every day.
Ye Lin looked out the car window at the Hong Kong of 1978. It was prosperous and busy, with tall buildings standing in rows, which already had the rough outline of the future. He once again felt that he had really returned to forty years ago. When he came to his senses, the car had not moved for a while.
Ye Lin asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, there's a traffic jam ahead." Ye Lin looked forward. The traffic near Central was so congested in the evening that there was no end in sight. He wondered if the bank would close. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pink hairband on Ah Hui's wrist, which looked out of place on his dark arm.
Ye Lin teased him, "Ah Hui, the rope on your hand is very beautiful."
A shy smile appeared on Ah Hui's brown face, making this honest man look a little shy.
"Master, a few days ago I saw a nice-looking bottle of aromatherapy in the trash can at home. I thought it was pretty, so I bought one for my daughter. This is a hair tie given by the store, and my daughter insisted that I wear it because she said it looked cute."
After saying that, Ah Hui pretended to hide his arm, but actually he was secretly showing it to Ye Lin. Ye Lin said that if he didn't hurt single people, why should he ask more questions.
After squeezing out of the traffic, he arrived at the door of Citibank. It was just 17:40 when the bank closed. From the window, he saw that the bank began to turn off the lights and prepare to close. Ye Lin looked at the bank disappointedly and had to say that he would go back first.
Ah Hui asked in confusion, "Master, what's wrong?" Ah Hui, this idiot, didn't he see that it was time to get off work.
Ye Lin said, "I came late today. I think they've finished get off work."
Ah Hui scratched his head and said, "But Master, you used to come here often in the afternoon. Wouldn't it be better if you only served me when there was no one inside?"
It was a blow to the head. Yes, Ye Lin must be a super VVVIP of the bank. It is not arbitrary what time he comes. It is just his ordinary thinking. It is typical that his wealth has increased but his thinking has not kept up. Look, his thinking is not even as good as that of a bodyguard in a rich family. What a luxurious life.
"Ahem, I was distracted just now. Let's go in."
Walking into the bank with Ah Hui, the inside already looked like something from later times, with a business hall and corporate windows. Before Ye Lin could finish looking around, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair, a neatly dressed suit and tie, jogged down from the second floor and stopped steadily half a meter away from Ye Lin.
The manager bent down and said under his breath, "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. Let's go upstairs and talk." Ye Lin nodded slightly. The manager smiled even more and stretched out his arm to lead Ye Lin to the VIP room on the second floor.
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