More than tempted for you

Chapter 21 Are You So Short of Money?

"Well, I'll come pick you up later."

Yemo slumped into the chair, pressed his temples, and was about to close his eyes and squint for a while, as if he remembered something, he dialed the phone: "I don't have time to pick you up tonight, go back by yourself."

Today is the day when Jiang Xiaobai moved his things into the main house, and he had agreed to drive to help him carry his things.

The other side didn't care: "I have already said that I don't have enough things, so I will take the bus there by myself."

Yemo frowned: "Take a taxi."

"The bus is also very convenient."

How can the bus be as convenient as a taxi? It’s just that the bus is cheaper.

The young master became angry: "Is it so short of money?"

He was going to talk about a multi-billion project at night, but his wife in the legal sense was struggling to squeeze the bus in order to save dozens of dollars, which made him feel tight in his chest.

The voice on the other end was also a little more angry: "I know you stand tall, and you can't see the hardships of ordinary people in order to survive. Young master, you just live your happy life in spring and snow. You don't need to worry about me, and you don't need to stand tall. It's my life, and how I want to live it is up to me."

With a snap, the young master hung up the phone, stubborn!I don't know how to change things, money makes money is the way to get rich, money is naturally not saved, she doesn't understand, she deserves to be poor!

What Yemo thinks about all day long is the struggle of interests and power struggles, so he naturally can't put himself in the shoes of others and think about why he has to work so hard for a few dozen dollars, he doesn't understand her life.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, under the crystal lamps, cups and cups were exchanged, and the person in charge of the bidding was so elegant that everyone at the banquet called him Mr. Song.

A table of people talked about the inevitability of the RMB becoming an international currency, who is the culprit of the South African economic recession, and who can benefit from the Asia-Pacific rebalancing strategy. The teacher pretended to be crazy and stupid, but refused to answer his words.

Su Hang gave him a wink, and if he really wants to have a meal, he will take down the project.

Yemo snorted coldly in his heart, a man can bend and stretch, there is nothing he can't stand, he understands that today's banquet is just a matter of trying to get along with him. I don't like to rely on the shadow of the Ye family.

Halfway through the banquet, Peng Cheng walked in, holding a long box in his hand, and leaned over to Ye Mo: "Mr. Ye, I got it."

Ye Mo straightened his expression, opened the scroll, and said to the people beside him, "Mr. Song, I got a piece of calligraphy recently. I don't know if it is genuine or fake. Please help identify it."

As soon as the scroll was opened, Mr. Song's eyes lit up and he fondled it fondly, admiringly: "Huizong's "Thousand-Character Essay in Thin Gold Style" is wonderful..."

A piece of calligraphy and painting opened up Mr. Song's chatterbox: "Huizong's calligraphy is tall, straight, beautiful, elegant and sharp, and he created the original thin gold calligraphy. After 800 years, no one can match it. It can be called No. 1 in ancient and modern times..."

Seeing his eyes eager to communicate, Yemo could only chuckle, how could he understand this?He was sent abroad to study since he was a child, and he even spoke with an imperceptible accent, and he knew nothing about these precious Chinese arts.

Fortunately, Su Hang knew a thing or two, and was able to accompany and echo a few words, so as not to be cold.

After drinking for three rounds, Mr. Song proposed to go to a teahouse to drink tea instead, and talk about elegance in the wine and meat place.

(End of this chapter)