Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Mr. Zhuo, we meet again." Ye Changsheng passed Wu Yuanqing, strode up to Zhuo Bufan, and said with a smile.

Zhuo Bufan nodded slightly, but did not speak, with his hands behind his back, but he did not look like a young man, but like an old man, Ye Changsheng seemed like a junior who came to say hello to him.

Ye Changsheng was not angry when he saw him like this.

It's just that the eyes of Ye Bing standing behind him and the white-haired old man showed a trace of dissatisfaction. This little guy is too arrogant and too aggressive to accomplish anything.

"What's your attitude? My grandfather is talking to you like something." Ye Bing snorted dissatisfied.

Ye Changsheng's eyes showed a strange color. His granddaughter was a top student at Tsinghua University, and she received a good family education since she was a child. Although she is young, her skills in raising her are no worse than those of some 40-year-old giant crocodiles who are up and down in the business world.

Even mastering an independent company, he is calm and calm when things happen, and now he can't control his temper because of the attitude of a teenager, which is a bit strange.

Wu Yuanqing and the others were instantly dumbfounded. They didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to know Ye Lao, but they didn't know what their relationship was, and they were a little uncertain.

"Young Master Zhuo, do you also want to go in and meet the market?" Nintendo said.

Lian Shijian pursed his lips, with an innocent and pitiful expression on his face, "Yes, but others won't let us in."

Ye Changsheng laughed and said, "Mr. Zhuo, why don't you go in with us?"

"Thank you." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

A group of people walked into the house, with Ye Lao leading the way, and the bodyguards were not embarrassed. The house was full of flowers and plants, but it was a pity that they did not bloom in winter, only a sage plum blooming proudly in the corner.

Nintendo said with a smile: "Young Master Zhuo, if it weren't for your help on the train, I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to follow Mr. Ye. You are my lucky star."

"Wait until you have time to invite me to dinner." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.

"That's a must." Nintendo patted his chest hard.

Ye Bing withdrew his peripheral vision from Zhuo Bufan, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. Zhuo Bufan was younger than her next year, but he still put on an appearance of a big man who would not be surprised by favor or humiliation, he was so angry.

"Grandpa, why do you want to help him? I paid him an annual salary and various benefits according to your instructions, but he actually refused you." Ye Bing pulled Ye Changsheng's arm and muttered dissatisfied.

Ye Changsheng gave her a meaningful look, "You child, you usually act calmly and calmly, but now you are like a little girl, and being disturbed by a man?"

"Grandpa..." Ye Bingqiao blushed a little, shaking the old man's hand, "I just can't understand him, don't make fun of me."

"Alright, grandpa won't make fun of you." Ye Changsheng said with a smile. Immediately looking at the old man beside him, he said, "Mr. Hu, I'm sorry for you this time."

"Old Ye, you are kind to me, it's too polite to say that, and I haven't done anything serious." The white-haired old man chuckled lightly.

Nintendo has a lively personality and talks a lot. He glanced slightly at the white-haired old man with a bright head, showing a mysterious look, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuo, do you know who the white-haired old man in front is?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "I don't know."

"Let me tell you that he is Master Hu, a master of Fengshui. He is proficient in metaphysics, the Book of Changes, and gossip. I heard that he is a native of Canglan and has friendship with Mr. Ye. This time, Mr. Ye invited him to palm eyes." Nintendo said in a low voice.

The so-called palm eye is to distinguish the authenticity of things, good or bad, most of which are antiques that need to be distinguished, and some rare medicinal materials. Now that the technology is advanced and the methods are sophisticated, even some old masters who have been in the medicinal material business for decades can drill eyes .

"It's not a lie, is it?" Lian Shijian blinked and asked in a low voice.

"Shh." Scared Nintendo, he put his finger to his mouth, and glanced at Master Hu quietly, "Hush, I have seen Master Hu put his finger in the water with my own eyes, and the water would freeze, it must be a god. people."

Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly, his eyes concentrated the aura, and he glanced at Mr. Hu, and found that there was a faint aura fluctuation in the opponent's body, but it was too weak, similar to the former Master Wu, but now it is far inferior to Master Wu.

There are about a hundred people in the house, including the lovers and bodyguards brought by the rich people. About thirty rich people worth more than one billion came. An open space is a simple and small auction site.

"Mr. Zhuo, sit here." Ye Changsheng greeted.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't do it either, he sat down beside Ye Changsheng, while Shi Jian obediently stood behind.

"The auction has begun!"

A middle-aged man wearing brass glasses and a long gown came out and said loudly.

Most of the auctioned materials are authentic medicinal materials, such as wild ginseng that is more than a hundred years old, as well as some other varieties of medicinal materials and rare gemstones.

However, Zhuo Bufan was not interested in these mortal products. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly looked at a man sitting in the middle. The man had a small beard and looked in his early forties. There were seven or eight well-trained men standing behind him. The bodyguard, the people sitting beside him seem to be vaguely headed by him.

This person is Yang Wenshan, the underground overlord of Canglan City, who exudes a strong coercion.

However, Zhuo Bufan was not interested in him. Instead, he focused his eyes on a person sitting beside Yang Wenshan. His whole body was covered in a black robe, and only a finger like a dead branch was exposed, which could not be seen by others, but Zhuo Bufan saw that the opponent was lingering with black energy, he was a magician, and his strength was not weak.

More importantly, Zhuo Bufan felt a familiar aura from him.

"Master Shan, the guy who injured the young master is actually here, sitting with Ye Changsheng." A bodyguard leaned down and whispered in Yang Wenshan's ear.

"Huh?" Yang Wenshan frowned, his eyes shot straight at Zhuo Bufan like lightning, and he frowned and said, "I thought what was it, so it was related to the Ye family in Shuzhou? It's a pity that this is my territory , hurt my son, even the Ye family can't keep you."

He was about to give some instructions, when suddenly the old man in black robe next to him made a hoarse voice, "Get down to business first, don't touch that person yet."

"This..." Although Yang Wenshan was puzzled, he didn't dare to refute. He nodded and ordered: "You guys, pay attention to his whereabouts, and don't act rashly."

"Yes, Lord Shan."

At this time, the auctioneer standing in the open space clapped his hands, and two ceremonial beauties in cheongsam came to the stage. They carried a glass box in their hands, about the size of a tablet computer, but it looked very heavy.

The auctioneer lifted the red cloth on it, and everyone looked over with curiosity.

You must know that the things left in the last auction are the finale. When the auctioneer opened the red cloth, everyone looked disappointed. The inside was dark and gloomy, and it turned out to be a black stone, or even a piece of iron.