I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Yan Meifang laughed at Ye Feng heartily. This opportunity was too rare.

Ye Feng, who is usually five people and six people, turned out to be a road-blind person.

Ye Feng's face is full of black lines, is it necessary to laugh so exaggeratedly?

He snorted and saw that Ye Feng was almost out of the grove, and Ye Feng didn't care about her, so he hurried a few steps past Yan Meifang and went straight out.

As soon as the grove came out, the street light was on, and Ye Feng naturally knew where it was.

Fearing that Yan Meifang behind him would continue to laugh at herself, Ye Feng hurriedly ran along the road, until he saw his car, Ye Feng was relieved.

Ye Feng sighed when he thought that Yan Meifang had just seen the joke, his fame was ruined.

After the singing contest, Ye Feng's days returned to calm.

Either handle the affairs in Nanhua, or check the progress of the new house renovation.

Until the end of April, Ye Feng received two good news at the same time.

The first is that the new house has been renovated, and then you can live in it.

The second is that the results of the April performance statistics came out.

The other branches have not changed much, but the performance of the Nanhua store has risen by 20%.

This good news made Ye Feng very excited for a while. This is Nanhua, Yuanfeng’s largest flagship store.

Each month's profit is more than 50 million yuan, a 20% increase, which means that Ye Feng's monthly income is 10 million more.

Ye Feng doesn't know whether the consumption level of Guangcheng has increased, or whether several events have attracted more customers.

Anyway, more profit is enough. The extra money he makes this month is more than the money he invested. One month is enough to pay back.

In a good mood, Ye Feng is ready to share it with others.

He took out the phone and dialed Chen Yurou. When the phone was connected, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Yurou, will you be back to Guangcheng tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

Tomorrow May Day, he still wants to give Chen Yurou an unexpected surprise.

I haven't told Chen Yurou about buying a house in Guangcheng. Now that the house has been decorated, Ye Feng will wait for Chen Yurou to come back and start buying.

Who knew Chen Yurou said angrily: "Don't go back! Go and hook up your little vixen!"

Ye Feng was a little confused, and said depressed: "What little vixen? Why did I offend you again."

"Ye Feng, you still lied! I know everything about you, and be lenient, otherwise we have nothing to say!"

Ye Feng felt aggrieved in his heart, and said angrily: "Yu Rou, where did you hear the messy things, what can I confess!"

After waiting for a while, Ye Feng hadn't heard Chen Yurou reply.

It seemed vaguely that Chen Yurou was holding the phone and talking to someone. After a while, Chen Yurou said coquettishly: "Husband, I just joked with you, are you not angry?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched. At this time, he would be an idiot if he didn't understand what happened.

Chen Yurou even tried to test herself, and still used such a clumsy technique.

Ye Feng rubbed his temples, and said in a bad mood: "Let's not listen to your roommate's nonsense in the future. If I take you badly, I will see how I will clean them up next time I meet!"

"Yurou, your husband dared to threaten us and quickly dump him!"

"Yes, Yurou, you can't ask for this kind of husband!"

"Yurou, let me answer the phone, let me see how he cleans me up!"

"..."

Ye Feng's forehead is full of black lines, are these women so idle?

He is now very worried about whether Chen Yurou will change himself if he stays in the Shanghai stock market for two more years.

If Chen Yurou really becomes suspicious all day long, can this day be passed.

Think about it, Ye Feng shuddered, and hurriedly said: "Yurou, let's talk privately, don't let them listen to the phone!"

There was another condemnation over the phone, and then the voice gradually lowered, thinking that Chen Yurou had left the dormitory.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is it out?"

Chen Yurou chuckled and said kindly: "You're not angry, are you? They insisted on stealing my phone."

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, didn't entangle on this, and asked again: "Will you be back tomorrow?"

Chen Yurou was a little embarrassed and said after a long time: "I'm sorry, my roommates said that May Day is going to visit the scenic spots near the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Ye Feng was a little disappointed, it seemed that he couldn't give a surprise.

But when I turned around, Chen Yurou couldn't come back, so he could just go.

Wanting to tell Chen Yurou, Ye Feng held back again, and I'll talk about it tomorrow when I went there. The surprise was given by himself.

May 1st.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport.

When Ye Feng came out of the terminal, he couldn't help looking at the sky.

The last time he came to the Shanghai stock market, he still came to discuss cooperation with a few luxury goods merchants. At that time, he had to bow his head to dress his grandson every time he got the agency of a brand.

And now, these superior luxury brands have opened the market in second and third-tier cities in Nanjiang Province through Ye Feng's hands. Each of Yuanfeng's stores has many brand counters, and sales are amazing.

Rubbing his nose, Ye Feng took out the phone and called Chen Yurou.

The phone was connected quickly, and Chen Yurou's first sentence was, "Husband, don't tell me you are coming to the Shanghai Stock Exchange!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth began to twitch, and there was no sound for a while.

"You won't really come!" Chen Yurou was surprised to see Ye Feng's silence.

Ye Feng rubbed his nose vigorously, sneezed, and finally said: "My wife, do you know that smart women are not flattering!"

Chen Yurou ignored him, her tone a little eagerly: "Did you come to the Shanghai stock market? Where are you now?"

Ye Feng couldn't hold back anymore, and said with a depressed face: "I have come to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, where are you in business school or where?"

"I'm in the college now, I'll pick you up!" Chen Yurou said hurriedly.

Ye Feng snorted, dissatisfied: "You look down on me? Don't I know the way?"

Chen Yurou was stunned for a moment, and then said amused: "What's wrong, then you take a taxi and I will wait for you at the gate."

Ye Feng hung up the phone triumphantly, stopped a taxi and drove to the Cheung Kong Graduate School of Business.

In the past, Ye Feng heard that the locals in the Shanghai stock market are a little xenophobic. Once he knows that you are from a foreign country, he will easily look down on you in his speech and behavior.

Unexpectedly, this rumor was fulfilled by taxi drivers.

Since Ye Feng got on the bus, the driver only said two sentences.

The first sentence is when getting in the car, the other person asked: "Where to go?"

Then when I get off the bus, I say the price, "80!"

Ye Feng was going to die depressed, did he not be treated and discriminated against?

The brother who was looking for a good theory, but felt too naive, Ye Feng had to give up this idea.