Chapter 429 Ye San is a serious person, who cares about a few hundred million
Ouyang Ya was still picking out antiques in the antique street when she received the news. She frowned slightly when she saw the message on her phone.
Beside her, Wu Zhiheng asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"Zhu Wenjie also lost to Fu Zhi." Ouyang Ya no longer wanted to look at the antiques and pinched her brows.
"Zhu Wenjie also lost?!"
Wu Zhiheng put down the porcelain in his hand, seemingly in disbelief. He shouted at the top of his voice before coming back to his senses from his surprise, "Aren't both his parents archaeologists? How could he lose to Fu Zhi?"
Ouyang Ya didn't answer him.
In fact, all of Hangyuan’s students were taught by the Wu family. No matter how curious they were about Zhu Wenjie’s loss, they shouldn’t have asked Ouyang Ya.
After a while, Wu Zhiheng had to admit, and murmured: "This Fu Zhi does have some skills."
"Do you think Fu Zhi is very capable?"
Ouyang Ya glanced at him coldly.
He looks like he's in a very bad mood and is not someone you want to mess with.
Wu Zhiheng knew how important this competition was to Ouyang Ya. Losing the competition not only meant that Ouyang Ya would not be able to become Ouyang Feng's apprentice, but also meant that she would most likely withdraw her investment from the Wu family in a fit of anger.
Wu Zhiheng's heart sank, and he changed his words: "Not really. After all, a small skill is a small skill. It is not worthy of being shown on the stage. It is just an ancient painting and it can't prove anything. It's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse. If you really want to talk about skills, you have to come to the antique street like us to choose antiques to see the historical background..."
"So what if you don't have cultural background?" Ouyang Ya sneered, "Do you know how many times Hangyuan has lost? Among the twenty students I brought this time, ten are from the basketball team. Of the remaining ten, from you to Zhu Wenjie, three have been lost. If they lose three more, Hangyuan won't even have a chance to turn things around!"
At the end, his tone was even higher. "I came from the Ouyang family and used the time I spent on gun design to train your Hangyuan students, and this is the result you give me?!"
Wu Zhiheng knew that he had to give Ouyang Ya an explanation, especially when it came to matters involving the interests of everyone in Ouyang Ya. "Her abilities are just personal abilities. Zhiyou, you will definitely not lose if you have good grades. In addition, the two schools will have a joint exam in the middle of the month. Although Chen Shan and his team's grades are not good, according to the feedback from Mu Chenxi, they are many times better than Song Fang and his team. When the time comes, let Chen Shan and his team bypass Fu Zhi and compete with the poor students in the Class 21 basketball team. We have a good chance of winning!"
Ouyang Ya's expression finally improved a little.
Wu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "What we need to do now is to find a high-quality antique inscription at a low price in the antique street and give it to No. 1 Middle School as a school treasure. No one in No. 1 Middle School knows antiques, so they won't choose Taobao. They can only go to auctions to buy antiques at high prices and exchange gifts with us. Our goal is to cause trouble for No. 1 Middle School."
Unlike No. 1 Middle School, Hangyuan is a private school backed by several bigwigs who have invested in Hangyuan, while No. 1 Middle School is mainly funded by the Provincial Education Bureau.
If you really want to reciprocate, you will probably end up getting skinned.
Ouyang Ya thought it made sense, but when she thought about Fu Zhi, there were too many changes, which was a huge hidden danger...
Ouyang Ya called Mu Chenxi. The phone rang twice and someone answered the call quickly.
"Miss Ouyang." Mu Chenxi called Ouyang Ya in a respectful tone.
"What did Ye Shiyun say? Two days have passed. Has he agreed to come to City A?"
Mu Chenxi hesitated a little, "He, he didn't reply to the message. My father also called him and told him that we came to the museum today, but..."
But what can I say? Ye Shiyun just ignored them.
Okay, Hang Yuan is not helpful, Mu Chenxi is not reliable either, Ouyang Ya hung up the phone and became completely withdrawn.
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On the other side, Zhu Wenjie's fragile soul was sobbing after being scolded by Fu Zhi. Nian Feiyuan comforted him with a few words, but he felt even more irritated than Nian Feiyuan.
After the farce, the museum visit continued. Fu Zhi and Ye Jiu held hands and walked to the end of the team under the admiring and praise of the crowd.
When passing by Mu Chenxi, the other party looked at her with hatred. Being ignored by Fu Zhi, Mu Chenxi simply turned around and went to the second floor, not wanting to breathe the same air with Fu Zhi.
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There are several wintersweets outside the museum in City A. After the heavy snow on Friday, the sky was dyed blue. There is a small open-air balcony on the second floor outside the museum. The red bead curtain rustles in the wind, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
A silver Maserati was parked far away outside the museum. Ye San, wearing a black baseball cap and a silver cotton jacket, walked into the museum with his head lowered.
He took a quick glance and found that the first group of students were still visiting the museum. They were in groups of two or three, playing with their mobile phones, and few of them were paying attention to the cultural relics in the museum.
There were a few ding-dong sounds coming from the WeChat page on his mobile phone. Ye San glanced at it, walked along the red-carpeted steps, and went up to the open-air balcony on the second floor.
Ye San arrived in City A on Friday night. He was delayed for two days due to work before coming to see Fu Zhi.
To be honest, he shouldn't have interfered in Fu Zhi's affairs, but premature love is not good, it wastes money and cigarettes, and the country does not support it. As the son of the country, Ye San should have the awareness to actively respond to the call of the country and help the "lost girl get on the right track."
It only takes a minute to walk from the first floor to the second floor, and there are not many students on the second floor.
Ye San stood at the curtain by the balcony, showing the restraint of an actor, imitating a kindly semi-permanent smile like the kind old father in the popular TV series on his mobile phone, with one hand on the window sill, and posing silently for three minutes.
No one paid any attention to him and no one saw him.
Ye San: “…”
Ye San knocked on the window sill twice with his cell phone, making two soft "dong dong" sounds.
Ye Jiu heard the voice, turned around from the sofa, and saw Ye Shiyun. He didn't show any expression and continued to play games with his head down.
Fu Zhi looked back in the direction he was going, "Third brother."
Ye Shiyun nodded, his eyes fell on Fu Zhi, "I heard that you are in love early?"
Fu Zhi: “…”
Fu Zhi looked at Ye Jiu.
Ye Jiu pouted, "Do you have any evidence? Are you just looking at me and implying something?"
Fu Zhi: "Don't let me catch your little braid."
Ye Jiu: “!!!”
"To be honest, I felt very uncomfortable when I said this to you." Ye Shiyun sat on the sofa opposite Fu Zhi.
Fu Zhi clasped his hands and said, "It's not a premature love, it's just..."
"I don't want to hear your explanation, because you really make me feel uncomfortable," Ye Shiyun pinched his brows, "including the fact that you haven't realized your mistake yet. The height of your two little tufts on the right is obviously a little higher than the left, and why can't you choose to zip up the zipper of your cotton jacket to the top?"
Fu Zhi: “…”
Very good, Ye Shiyun has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the two people are talking about different things.
Fu Zhi moved his hands, pressed down the small tuft on the right side of his head, and then zipped up his cotton jacket to the top. Finally, he spoke and changed the subject: "It's like this, don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors. If you don't have anything else to do, I recently took on a drama, and I want you to play the leading male role in the drama for free."
Ye Shiyun's gaze paused on her little hair, and he pursed his lips, "Are you short of money?"
"Oh, it's okay. I don't think I'm particularly short of it." After all, dating is a very lucrative thing, and getting married may be even more so.
"Do you know the password of my bank card?" Ye Shiyun suddenly asked her.
"Maybe I can find out through illegal means." Fu Zhi paused. Although she was involved in online romance, cheating, and fighting, she was still a good girl. "Don't worry, I won't secretly transfer your money through illegal means."
Ye Shiyun sneered, "You can draw it if you want. It's just a few hundred million. Who would rely on that to make a living?"
Poor Fu Zhi: "..."
Poor Ye Jiu: "..."
Ye Jiu still hasn't found the money for this month's milk tea.
Ever since Ye Qi went abroad, all the money in Ye Jiu's card was given by Da Weiwei.
Little Princess Ye Jiu has developed a good habit of having everything provided for her. She slid to her knees in front of Ye San with a plop: "Fu's Leather Factory has closed down. The boss Fu Chao ran away with his daughter Fu Zhi. Little Princess Ye Jiu is crying for food. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. Dad! Dad Ye San! Do you still remember your naughty son by the Daming River?"
Ye San lowered his head and looked at Ye Jiu, his expression extremely serious: "I have lost my memory, I have forgotten everything."
Ye Jiu: "But you still remember that you are my father?"
"Non-selective amnesia."
Ye Jiu: “…”
Ye Jiu collapsed on the sofa again.
Fu Zhi comforted him, "There are thousands of fathers in the world. You are so careless. It doesn't matter who you recognize as your father. Forget about this matter. There are many good fathers."
Ye Jiu couldn't listen, "What's the use of being a good father? You are good, but a poor bastard. I would rather cry in a Maserati than laugh with you in a milk tea shop!"
Fu Zhi: “???”
It’s fine if you insult me, but why do you also insult my milk tea shop?
Fu Zhi puffed up his cheeks angrily: "Then pay me back the money I owe you for the milk tea!"
"You're asking me for the milk tea money now?" Ye Jiu sat up in shock from his dying illness. "I bought you the diapers when you were a child. Did I ask you for money?"
"Then the little pink quilt you used to cover yourself with when you were a child was stolen from my room!"
"You are so noble. I chewed your first mouthful of rice before feeding it to you! I sucked the milk in your bottle until it was at the right temperature before giving it to you! Lululu!"
Fu Zhi: “??!!!”
Fu Zhi couldn't believe it: "Ye Jiu!"
It’s so fierce, so fierce, why are you so fierce!
Ye Jiu turned his head and didn't want to pay any more attention to Fu Zhi. He would not speak a word to Fu Zhi in the next three days.
He is a dog!
Fu Zhi was so angry at him that she didn't want to eat for the next three days, and couldn't even drink milk tea: "I'm going to tell Dad that you were mean to me, beat me, and locked me in a small dark room and didn't let me eat!"
Ye Jiu subconsciously said: "Who won't give you food to eat!"
(End of this chapter)
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