In the Yip Group Building, there is a tea room on the top floor. Ye Shuguo sat at a quaint tea table, quietly waiting for the water in the teapot to slowly boil.

After a long time, more and more hot air gushed out of the teapot, and the power switch automatically turned off with a snap. Ye Shuguo picked up the small teapot and poured it into the teacup, the tender green tea leaves swirled with the hot water, and the tea leaves slowly unfolded, penetrating the tea color and spreading throughout the teacup.

Ye Shuguo poured the first brew of tea in the teacup into the tea set, cleaned it carefully, and smiled while washing.

"What does the last remark mean? Ye Shuguo muttered to himself.

"If you just want to suppress Fang Zhuoran, with my current financial resources, I only need to do it. But the old man proposed to ask him for money, which ......"

According to the ancient records of the Ye family, Ye Cheng will occasionally buy a piece of land, build a house, or plant things on a whim in the long history, this kind of thing has happened too many times, and every time he buys land, it is not a small area to buy.

There was a time when Ye Cheng saw that the people in a village were poor, hungry and cold, and it was difficult to eat, so he would buy an industry according to local conditions, so that the people in this village could have an income to live.

According to the incomplete statistics of the Ye family, this money cannot be measured in money. Just like when the Ming Dynasty built the Forbidden City, the emperor at that time only chose a piece of Ye Cheng's land and bought it cheaply.

And the surrounding land, which has always been under the name of Ye Cheng, is most of what is now Kyoto.

And that's just a drop in the bucket.

There are countless foreign industries, ancient books record that a man named Marco Polo once took Ye Cheng to travel around the world, this Marco Polo is not a good person, tricked Ye Cheng into buying this and that, until Marco Polo found that his money could not be spent, and he earned more money to the point that he was afraid, he began to stop and no longer pit Ye Cheng.

However, Ye Cheng was like crazy at that time, and he was particularly fascinated by foreign things, culture, especially architecture.

Even if Marco Polo didn't let him buy it, as long as Ye Cheng liked it, he would buy it all.

Now, foreign industries are also managed by foreign professionals, and they have nothing to do with domestic Ye's enterprises.

"I know that my lord is rich, but I can't know how much he has, I'm afraid he doesn't know how much money he has. ”

Ye Shuguo suddenly remembered this matter, and thought about it.

"Grandpa!" Ye Yurou pushed the door in, her face was happy, and her bumpy body was like dancing with her brisk pace.

Ye Shuguo hadn't seen Ye Yurou's happy appearance for a long time, so he immediately took out a teacup, poured in the refreshing tea, and said softly: "What's so happy about you?"

Ye Yurou sat opposite Ye Shuguo, picked up the teacup and took a sip, the fragrance of tea was still circulating between her mouths, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, do you remember the land auction tomorrow?"

"Well, you know, what's wrong?"

Ye Shuguo's work arrangement, the secretary will tell him in advance that he will go to the land auction tomorrow.

"Tomorrow's piece of land No. 031 is in Ye ...... In the name of the master. According to reliable sources, Fang Zhuoran's company, the next main project is this land. Ye Yurou said with a smile.

Ye Shuguo nodded and said, "Well, then what? It's not interesting, he wants to buy the master's land, just pay the money." Do you mean that you want our company to participate in it, raise the price, and make him suffer?"

Ye Yurou smiled mysteriously and said, "This is just the beginning. ”

Ye Shuguo smiled helplessly and said, "You want to participate in tomorrow's auction by yourself." ”

Ye Yurou nodded and said, "I am very confident that I can make him suffer a big loss." ”

"Why do you suddenly want to go to his trouble?"

Ye Yurou snorted lightly and said, "Who asked him to trouble me first!"

"I won't go to this kind of trivial matter, you go directly to my secretary tomorrow and go with her. In the future, I will try to ask you for the company's affairs, and during this time, I will help the master do something. Ye Shuguo said seriously.

"Grandpa, your body is just right, can't you have a good rest, I want to help you share some of it now, but if you are still so tired, then what's the point of me doing this!" After that, Ye Yurou's voice slowly choked, and when she looked up again, she was a delicate little face like pear blossoms and rain.

Ye Shuguo sighed, shook his head helplessly, and thought in his heart: "I always want to leave you." ”

But this sentence has been on his lips for a long time, but he has never said it.

"You go first, if it's too hard to deal with Fang Zhuoran, you can call me. Ye Shuguo said with concern.

Ye Yurou gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, nodded and walked out.

Ye Shuguo looked at her background with mixed feelings in his heart.

"No matter how the times change, human nature will always remain the same, and I have to go out again and give the master a walk ahead. ”

And when the two of them were busy, Ye Shuguo's house, a white figure quietly came.

Ye Cheng was quiet in a box, lonely and lonely, and no one could say a word to him.

"Ahem. A cough sounded, and I saw a man dressed in white with a feather fan in his hand, leaning slightly against the door frame.

"Which chef made the steamed lion's head?" Bai Ze said quietly.

"Have you lived enough?" Ye Cheng said coldly.

"You're like this, what else can you do to me?" Bai Ze teased, the corners of his mouth curled, and the feather fan in his hand was still fanning.

"I can't do it now, but I can't keep it from happening in the future. Ye Cheng threatened.

"Come on. Let's talk about it, how did it get like this again. Bai Ze didn't feel strange about Ye Cheng becoming what he was now, and seemed to have become accustomed to it. "You're not as good as last time, last time you were the size of a meat worm. ”

"It's a long story, I need your help with something. ”

Bai Ze saw that he didn't answer his own questions and didn't ask any more, this kind of thing really didn't matter, because he would never die.

"Say, what's the deal?"

Ye Cheng was just a meat ball, no one could see his expression, but his voice could be heard, and he was a little confused.

"You helped me go to the scene of the fire, and the fragments of my memories fell there. By the way, get some more Guanyin soil. ”

Bai Ze was taken aback, the playful expression on his face no longer appeared, and he said seriously: "I don't think you are saying these two things in the opposite way?"

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, are you in a hurry?" Bai Ze said a little angrily.

"There are some. Ye Cheng said helplessly.

Bai Ze knew that the small effort of finding memory fragments was not worth mentioning at all, but Guanyin soil had a shadow on him.