Treasure identifying Golden Finger

The man was about fifty years old and was dressed in a Chinese tunic and shiny leather shoes. He walked straight up to the drunkard and affectionately patted his son's shoulder.    

    

"That's them, and there's even a cripple among them. I think they're just pretending to be pigs and eat the tiger, acting weak and showing sympathy. Maybe this cripple is just pretending too. See, I won't flip his wheelchair!"    

    

Seeing that his father had arrived, the drunkard rushed towards the young man in the wheelchair, as if he had a backer. Just as his hands were about to lift up the wheelchair, Faang Cheng rushed forward and forcefully pushed him out. The drunk fell onto the ground heavily, and did not get up for a long time.    

    

Seeing his own son being knocked to the ground, the drunkard's father became furious. He didn't even want to touch his own son, yet someone dared to hit him so arrogantly. He took a big step forward and shouted,    

    

"I'm Yuan Tian, the Deputy Chief of the Beijing Public Security Bureau. Just you wait and see. I want to see who else dares to make a move!"    

    

With that, Vice Chief Yuan gave a meaningful glance to the policemen he brought along. The policemen hurriedly stood beside Faang Cheng and the young man in a wheelchair, ready to capture them the moment they made a move.    

    

"Vice Chief Yuan, we... It's been a while! "    

    

The young man in a wheelchair gently rotated his wheelchair and slowly walked to the front of Vice Bureau Chief Yuan and greeted him in a soft voice!    

    

Therefore, he arrogantly glanced at the young man on the wheelchair, but when he saw the young man's face clearly, his face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. In Faang Cheng's eyes, if he were to give the young man a light push at this moment, he would instantly fall to the ground, unable to get back up.    

    

"Ye …" Ye... Third Young Master Ye, you … "Why are you here …"    

    

The dignified Deputy Chief of the Public Security Bureau, a police officer who had experienced hundreds of battles, actually spoke in such a stammer that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. This made Faang Cheng curious as he looked at the young man in the wheelchair.    

    

"Third Young Master Ye?"    

    

He chanted the name in his mind,    

    

"I'm the swindler who wanted to blackmail your son. Is Vice Bureau Chief Yuan going to arrest me?"    

    

Ye San's tone was flat and emotionless, and it was impossible to tell if he was angry or happy.    

    

"Ye …" Third Young Master Ye was joking, I did not know that the one who was disturbed by the child was you, Third Young Master Ye. I apologize to you on his behalf, I beg you, Sir, to be magnanimous, please forgive this time! "    

    

Vice Chief Yuan bowed humbly and flattered him, but his prodigal son didn't understand his efforts.    

    

Dad, what are you doing? Hahaha, you are going to laugh me to death! "Catch him, Dad!    

    

He had already drunk a lot, but after falling down just now, the drunkard's brain had become even more useless. He wandered over to his father and pointed at Third Young Master Ye's nose.    

    

"Let me tell you, this time you're done for. My dad is here, he's the police chief, if he wants to arrest you, he'll capture you. 90 million?" Go to your cell and dream about it! Don't even mention it's fake, what can you do even if it's 90 million? "If I'm not going to compensate you, then I'm not going to compensate you. What can you do to me?"    

    

The drunkard kept on talking, becoming more and more unscrupulous. When Vice Bureau Chief Yuan saw that if his son continued talking, he would have to force himself into the ground. He didn't care about that much and just slapped his face with his own mouth.    

    

The drunkard was stunned by his father's slap.    

    

"You hit me? "You actually hit me, you haven't hit me since I was young, for a cripple, you actually hit me …"    

    

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the Third Young Master Ye, the Third Young Master of the Ye Family, the Ye Family …"    

    

He stared blankly at his father, who was bowing his head and talking to the young man on the wheelchair. Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend. Thus, he immediately became listless and no longer had that arrogant attitude from before.    

    

I am truly sorry. I am still young, and do not know what is wrong and what is wrong. I also do not know who you are! If he knew that you are Third Young Master, even if he was given a hundred times the guts, he wouldn't dare speak to you like that! "    

    

Vice Bureau Chief Yuan's words made the Third Young Master Ye chuckle. It was really a chuckle and it only passed by.    

    

"According to my understanding, the former Deputy Chief's son is already 32 years old this year. He is slightly older than me by three years. Deputy Director Yuan, these words … "How did you say it?"    

    

The last words of the Third Young Master Ye slightly increased in tone, but it was this slight increase in tone that made Vice Chief Yuan break out in a cold sweat. Everyone in the capital knew that this third young master of the Ye Family, who was originally a cheerful youth, had become paralyzed due to a traffic accident, making his originally sunny character gradually turn gloomy and unfathomable. Furthermore, he was in a high position, so everyone around him had to guess.    

    

"Vice Bureau Chief Yuan, your son broke someone's antique, you should compensate him according to the price, right?"    

    

The focus of Faang Cheng's attention had always been this pitiful child's recitation pot.    

    

"Alright, alright, alright. How much is it? I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you!"    

    

Vice Bureau Chief Yuan looked at Faang Cheng gratefully. Presumably, he was thanking him for reminding him to compensate Third Young Master Ye for the broken porcelain.    

    

"90 million!"    

    

The Third Young Master Ye indifferently said:    

    

"How much?"    

    

Vice Chief Yuan's jaw dropped. 90 million, what kind of item did he, the prodigal son, break?! But no matter what, no matter whether it was real or fake, if Third Young Master Ye wanted him to compensate him, he would have to compensate him. Director Yuan, with tears in his eyes, calculated his family's property and shop in the capital, the cash and stocks in his hands, etc.    

    

"Third Young Master, I can compensate you, but it will take some time to prepare the money. Take a look at this time …" Can you relax a little! "    

    

"It can really be compensated?"    

    

The corner of Third Young Master Ye's eyes twitched as he looked at Deputy Director Yuan from the corner of his eyes.    

    

"I can compensate you, but I guarantee that I can compensate you!"    

    

Director Yuan nodded his head like a chick eating rice,    

    

"Good!" No need to prepare! "    

    

Third Young Master Ye drove his wheelchair towards Faang Cheng.    

    

"Hmm? Third Young Master Ye, you mean … Don't I need to prepare more money? "    

    

Deputy Chief Yuan suddenly felt like a huge pie had fallen on his head. This Third Young Master Ye was not as troublesome as the legends said, it was really easy to communicate with him!    

    

"Un, there is no need to prepare, because … Tomorrow, someone from the disciplinary committee will talk to you, and your money … They'll take it for me! "    

    

Even Faang Cheng was startled by Third Young Master Ye's reversal, even he felt that the Third Young Master had set a trap for Vice Director Yuan. Now that he had entered the trap, Third Young Master Ye's anger had pretty much dissipated, what seventy or ninety million, Third Young Master Ye did not even care, as long as the anger was gone, money … Nothing!    

    

"No, Master Ye, please listen to me, Master Ye..."    

    

Deputy Chief Yuan scrambled to catch up, grabbing Third Young Master Ye's arm and shouting. A man in his fifties was crawling on the ground, it was hard to tell whether his face was covered with sweat or tears.    

    

"If you say another word, I will send someone to check if your disappointing son has any problems. It would be best to send him in for a decade or eight years. Only then will I be able to vent my anger!"    

    

With these words from Third Young Master Ye, Vice Director Yuan sat on the ground in complete dejection, and not a single sound could be heard!    

    

Faang Cheng turned his head to look at Wan Anming in shock and fear. Wan Anming indicated to him that they should leave, this Third Young Master Ye was too terrifying, Faang Cheng nodded in agreement, but just as he was about to lift his leg and leave, he heard the Third Young Master Ye behind him speak politely.    

    

"Thank you for helping me just now! My name is Ye Lei, what about you? "What's your name?"    

    

The Third Young Master Ye was no longer as cold as before, but had turned into a refined and courteous scholar. Faang Cheng shivered, the speed at which he changed his face was truly fast.    

    

My name is Faang Cheng! Third Young Master Ye is too polite, it was nothing! "    

    

Faang Cheng answered very formally. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would offend the Asura god in front of him.    

    

"Does Mr Faang know who I am, and thus calls me Third Young Master Ye?"    

    

Third Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows and asked. Faang Cheng was shocked and quickly explained.    

    

"Err …" No, it's just that when he saw that Deputy Director Yuan calling you Third Young Master Ye, he felt that it would be more respectful to call you that, that's why he called you that! "    

    

Hearing Faang Cheng's words, Third Young Master Ye laughed without restraint, he laughed like an ordinary young man. He just stared at Faang Cheng with his eyes wide opened, but did not say a word, which made the back of Faang Cheng's head shiver!    

    

Finally, when he saw that Faang Cheng's expression became more and more serious, Third Young Master Ye withdrew his cold gaze and slowly opened his mouth.    

    

"Enough, everyone is saying that I, Ye San, have a weird temper and am fickle. I admit that, but whether it's good or bad, or whether it's a grudge or a good grudge, I can still tell!" Faang Cheng, thank you for what you did today, I will be leaving first, in the future … "See you again if fate wills it!"    

    

The Third Young Master Ye laughed as he drove the wheelchair, and turned to leave. Only then did Faang Cheng finally let out a sigh of relief, and turned around to look at Wan Anming with a smile before heading back to his own private room.    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]