I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Looking at the BMW's maintenance list, the fat man was secretly happy, more than 50,000 yuan, definitely enough for these two poor people to drink a pot.

"Young man, why are you looking for the boss? Just open the order and tell me how much it costs to repair this broken car?" The fat man said nonchalantly, turning away Ye Feng and Lu Kuan with disdain.

"Broken car? You said this is a broken car?" The employee glanced at the fat man like a fool, then sat in Santana excitedly, caught fire, and heard the sound of the engine as if listening to moving music.

The owner of the car repair shop came and stroked Santana as if appreciating an artwork.

"Boss, this car. Is there anything wrong with this car?"

No matter how stupid the fat man was, he knew that things weren't as simple as he thought, and he felt a little uneasy.

"The top-level configuration combines the advantages of major luxury cars. I have repaired cars for so many years. I have never seen such a perfectly coordinated car." The boss of Xiu Xing exclaimed.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, Lu Kuan said that it took three million to refit Santana, which was definitely US dollars or Euros.

The fat man was dumbfounded and looked at the shabby Santana in front of him, his body trembling, "Old. Boss, are you right?"

The owner of the car repair shop ignored the fat man. Instead, he looked at Ye Feng and Lu Kuan. "Two gentlemen, although your car is not damaged, there are no similar accessories in China. Order from China, you see"

Lu Kuan waved his hand and interrupted the boss of the repair shop, “Don’t tell me that the fat guy is responsible for the repairs. Just give him a quote. I will pay for the repair of the broken BMW.”

The owner of the car repair shop nodded and looked at the fat man, "Sir, it is estimated that the minimum cost of repairing this Santana is 900,000 yuan. Do you want to use your card or do you?"

Before he could say anything, the fat man sat down on the ground.

Nine hundred thousand? Enough to buy two of my own BMW!

"How is it possible? You are blackmail. I want to sue you, me." Cousin Ma Yumei was shocked and screamed like a shrew.

The fat man got up and slapped Ma Yumei's face with a slap, "It's all you stinky lady. People say you are all different. You can make things like this. I'll kill you a bitch."

The fat man grabbed Ma Yumei's hair and slapped Ma Yumei's face constantly.

"Okay, you are not a good thing." Ye Feng saw that the corners of Ma Yumei's mouth were cracked, and he couldn't bear it, and took the fat man's hand.

In any case, Ma Yumei is also Chen Yurou's cousin.

Ma Yumei fell to the ground in a trance, muttering words that others could not understand.

The fat man knelt on the ground with a loud noise. The smile on his face was uglier than crying, "Mr. Xian, I'm sorry, I am not a thing, please raise your hand, please forgive me. I don't want that car , For you, please forgive me."

As he said, the fat man's head bumped to the ground.

The fat man realized that Ma Yumei's mouth was useless, he absolutely couldn't provoke him, especially when he saw the owner Lu Kuan always standing behind Ye Feng, his respectful attitude was definitely not a disguise.

"That's the owner of the car, don't ask me." Ye Feng pointed to the width of the road behind him.

However, Ye Feng added another sentence afterwards, "I see, this fat man also knows that he was wrong, what do you think, Mr. Lu."

Lu Kuan understood that Ye Feng didn't want to be in the limelight, so he followed Ye Feng's words and said that this was all about it, so that the fat man would not be arrogant and domineering in the future.

Before leaving, the fat man thanked him a lot, and Ye Feng asked him to take Ma Yumei with him, and asked him not to embarrass Ma Yumei.

After the fat man left, Ye Feng looked at the time. His wife was about to get off work. She touched her dilapidated pocket and didn't have any money.

"Brother Lu, discuss something with you." Ye Feng looked at Lu Kuan and said flatly.

"Master, don't talk like that, I can't bear it. I have discussed with Duan Dong, unless you sign, we will never help you again." Lu Kuan shook his head, and didn't tell Ye Feng at all. Opportunity.

Ye Feng couldn't help but poked his mouth.

"Brother Lu, you worry too much. What I said has nothing to do with the family. So, as a friend, can you lend me two thousand yuan? I want to invite my wife to dinner tonight, but the money is still there."

In recent years, Ye Feng's life at the grassroots level has not been in vain, at least his face has become much thicker than before.

Lu Kuan rolled his eyes madly, and now Ye Feng actually pulled down his face to borrow money from the next person. It was only two thousand, so there was no such thing as Ye Family Young Master.

Lu Kuan shook his head firmly, "Don't borrow a penny. If you sign, don't say two thousand, twenty million, two hundred million is a matter of seconds."

Ye Feng glared at Lu Kuan. Lu Kuan gritted his teeth and turned his head aside, not looking at Ye Feng.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Feng stretched his hand into Lu Kuan’s clothes, took out Lu Kuan’s wallet, and took out all the thousands of dollars in it, "Okay, Brother Lu, thank you, I will pay you back if I have money. ."

Ye Feng said, turning his head and ran out of the repair shop.

Lu Kuan gave a wry smile, watching Ye Feng's back disappear from his sight.

On the way to pick up Chen Yurou from get off work, Ye Feng first called Chen Yurou, saying that something had been delayed and it would take a while to arrive, so Chen Yurou waited a while.

"Ye Feng, you don't need to go to Bitian International, I'm in the hospital now." Chen Yurou's anxious voice came from the phone.