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398 Give me two hundred

He was worried about what to make up for Mr. Chen. Now that someone has come to give him money, he would be too sorry for the idiot Ye Fan if he doesn't accept it.

When Qiu Mucheng heard that she had lost and wanted to pay for the house, her pretty face turned pale even more, and her beautiful eyes turned red. She could not imagine what would their family do in the future if Ye Fan really lost the house. Would they have to sleep on the streets?

Thinking of this, Qiu Mucheng was so angry that she almost burst into tears.

She never expected that Ye Fan would be so brave now to use their house to bet with others.

"Mu Cheng, divorce?"

"This country bumpkin is completely crazy!"

"Now he dares to use the house to bet with others, and in the future he will dare to treat you as a bet with others."

"I really don't know where he got the courage. A person who knows nothing about treasure appraisal actually took the house to gamble?"

"He's an idiot!"

Susie was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

However, Ye Fan did not notice the reaction of Qiu Mucheng and the others. He was still standing in the Babao Pavilion, holding the picture of "Dry Wood and Strange Stone" imitating Su Dongpo.

After confirming the bet with Yang He, Ye Fan asked while taking his wallet: "Tell me, how much is it? I bought this painting."

"I'll go!"

"Are you still taking it first?"

"It seems that this silly boy really thinks this painting is real?" Hearing Ye Fan's words, the people around him burst into laughter.

Yang He waved his hand generously and sneered: "I don't have money, I'll give it to you directly."

Yang He said, feeling sarcastic. He looked at Ye Fan as if he was an idiot, and he was a gift of something, and only an idiot like Ye Fan was a treasure.

"No need, save disputes in the future. Tell me, how much is it, I will buy you the original price."

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't want to give it to him, Yang He had no choice but to buy it, so he said, "Okay, then I'll sell it to you 25 yuan."

Haha~~

Yang He's words once again made everyone laugh.

He was obviously humiliating Ye Fan and saying that Ye Fan was 25 years old.

But Ye Fan seemed to have not heard it, and he lowered his head and started to get the money. But the embarrassing thing was that Ye Fan only had fifty dollars in his wallet.

There was no choice but Ye Fan had to ask Qiu Mucheng for money: "Mucheng, give me two hundred."

"Give you a head!"

"Don't call me, I don't know you, you're so angry!" Qiu Mucheng was so angry that she was almost exploded by Ye Fan. How could she give her money? She wished she could blow up this transaction and save money from losing her house.

"I'll go"

"After a long time, this guy is not just an idiot, but a poor guy?"

"Not even a hundred dollars in your pocket?"

"I guess the poor losers from the countryside are not there?"

"Is this kind of poor guy so embarrassed to come to such a place?"

“Isn’t this embarrassing?”

“Hahaha~”

There was another harsh laughter coming from around.

Han Shaojie also shook his head and smiled: "A Fei, are you really sure he is a big shot, not a big fool?"

"I...I...I don't know him either." Chen Fei twitched his eyes, and finally turned his head decisively, pretending not to know Ye Fan.

After all, at this time, anyone who has something to do with Ye Fan will be embarrassed.

“Haha~”

"I said you kid is funny?"

"I just don't want the money to be given for free, but now you can't get it out if you collect the money?"

"I was a poor guy, but I pretended to be generous!"
Chapter completed!
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