Rebirth: The School Beauty Is Chasing After Me, I Can’t Hide My Talent

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, there was silence in the box.

Chen Shuyi and Wu Fei, two beautiful women, didn't even dare to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, He Yicheng laughed, raised his cup and said, "Okay, since Brother Ye has said this, I'll do it!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"good!"

Ye Xuan held a cigarette in his mouth and clapped his hands.

"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"

One person's applause echoed in the box, always sounding a little dry.

"Don't stand still and applaud."

Ye Xuan glanced at the two women, and then Chen Shuyi and Wu Fei began to applaud as if they were belatedly.

Only then did he nod with satisfaction: "Hey, that's right. It sounds much more pleasant to my ears."

He Yicheng said that it sounds like shit, you make me look like a busker!

Although he was dissatisfied, he still said with a smile: "Brother Ye, it's not my fault. My other abilities may not be great, but this is definitely my ability in drinking."

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up.

He had been severely outed by the opponent just now, and he also wanted to use this method to regain some ground.

Ye Xuan flicked the ashes of his cigarette: "Brother He, if you talk about other things, I can praise you a little. If you talk about your drinking capacity, I won't be sleepy anymore."

He Yicheng was stunned for a moment: "Brother Ye has changed his mind and wants to drink with me?"

"No, I have a friend who can drink eight kilograms of liquor when he was in junior high school. You still have to practice."

After saying that, Ye Xuan picked up the tea cup and tasted it leisurely.

He Yicheng would definitely not believe such nonsense.

Based on his experience, 99% of those who start with "I have a friend" are bragging.

Chen Shuyi was frightened: "Then what's his current weight?"

"Now..." Ye Xuan took a puff of cigarette and said quietly: "The grass on the grave is already two meters high..."

"puff……"

Chen Shuyi burst into laughter immediately after reacting.

He Yicheng silently put down his wine glass, feeling uneasy and pushing the glass further away.

When Ye Xuan saw it, he said: "Feifei, don't be stunned, pour some wine for Mr. He."

"Huh? Oh oh."

Wu Fei finally came to her senses and quickly picked up the Maotai bottle.

He Yicheng waved his hands repeatedly: "I won't drink anymore. I won't drink anymore."

Although he also knew that what Ye Xuan said was false, the sentence that the grass on the grave was two meters high was too scary. If he dared to drink it again tonight, there would be a ghost!

How could Ye Xuan let him go: "You blame me, I shouldn't mention my junior high school classmate, Feifei. Quickly pour some wine for Mr. He and let him drink to calm down his shock."

He Yicheng was so angry that he laughed.

I was so worried about drinking that something would happen to me that I stopped drinking. Now you want me to take a sip of wine to calm down?

Crazy!

But he had asked Ye Xuan for help, so he had no choice but to acquiesce to Wu Fei pouring him wine, and then picked up the cup and thought about it.

"Brother He has a huge amount!"

After Ye Xuan praised him, he stopped thinking of ways to get him drunk.

When talking about things, momentum is very important. If he drank at He Yicheng's request at the beginning, it would mean he was afraid of the other party.

After all, it was the first time that he and He Yicheng met, and their relationship was not that of friends or classmates.

The reason why He Yicheng made up his mind to let Ye Xuan drink was because he had the same idea.

Now the result is obvious. Ye Xuan not only didn't drink, but also gave He Yicheng a drink and a sip. The goal was achieved.

"To be honest, I asked Brother Ye to come over this time because I have something to ask for."

He Yicheng took a bite of food, drank some wine, and then spoke slowly.

"Brother He, just say it."

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he added in his heart: "If I promise you, I will write my last name upside down!"

He Yicheng brewed his feelings for a while and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "I have a friend..."

Ye Xuan nodded, wondering if this friend of yours was born on the same year, same month, and same day as you, with the same father, same mother, and the same name?

He Yicheng: "He also plays stocks, but his skills are limited and he always loses money."

Ye Xuan nodded: "Is he just addicted to food?"

He Yicheng's thoughts and feelings were no longer coherent at that time!

No...how the hell did you manage to condense such a rich and tragic experience of losing money in the stock market into just four short words?

Chen Shuyi suppressed her laughter until her face turned red.

After a long time, He Yicheng felt sad again: "You can say..."

Ye Xuan flicked the cigarette ashes: "So, you want me to take you to stock trading?"

He Yicheng waved his hands in fear: "It's not me, it's my friend."

Ye Xuan patted his forehead: "Yes, yes, you have a friend, so your friend wants me to lead him to trade stocks?"

He Yicheng gave a thumbs up: "As expected of the folk stock god, he can get it right with just one click!"

Ye Xuanxin said that you are talking about this. If I don’t understand anymore, I will not be a folk stock god, but a stupid folk god.

"Brother He, you are making things difficult for me..."

Ye Xuan took out another cigarette and said quietly.

He Yicheng sighed: "I also know that this request is a bit abrupt, but if Brother Ye is willing to agree, my friend will give 20% of each stock trading profit as a thank you."

"This is not a matter of money or not, but...how to put it."

Ye Xuan put the cigarette on the cigarette case, leaned forward, scanned the whole place, and said in a low voice: "Actually, our Ye family is a family of stock traders."

"???"

He Yicheng and others were all stunned.

Longguo only founded A-shares in 1990, and it has only been around for 14 years now. Why is there such a family of stock traders?

Is it possible that Ye Xuan’s ancestors were overseas Chinese?

"The ancestors have set a rule for us, so that we descendants must not lead others to trade stocks. Brother He, your request is to make me make a decision that goes against our ancestors!"

Having said this, Ye Xuan picked up the cigarette again, lit it and started smoking.

"..." He Yicheng was stunned for a long time, and said with a strange expression: "Brother Ye, it's not that serious, is it?"

"It's just that serious, but..."

As soon as Ye Xuan changed the subject, He Yicheng's eyes lit up and he said, "Is there a solution?"

"have."

"any solution?"

"I am a person who believes in fate. Let's play a game of guessing coins. If Brother He is unlucky and doesn't guess correctly, then I really have no reason to disobey my ancestors."

Ye Xuan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said with a smile.

"this……"

He Yicheng looked hesitant.

Although the probability of guessing the coin correctly is as high as 50%, there is still a 50% probability of guessing it incorrectly.

If he agrees to this condition, he will have no reason to persuade Ye Xuan anymore.

Ye Xuan saw his embarrassment and smiled: "If Brother He is not confident in his luck, you can also ask Feifei for help. You two guess together. As long as one of you can guess correctly, you will win."

He Yicheng originally didn't believe in the nonsense about "a family of stock traders" and "ancestral rules".

Now I think... this may be true. Why else would Ye Xuan bother to design a question for them to get points?

"Okay, since brother Ye is giving me face like this, what else do I have to hesitate about?

If Feifei and I don't guess correctly, then it's my fate, brother, and I will never mention anything about asking you to take my... friend to trade stocks! "

He Yicheng slapped the table and made a decision.

"Brother He is domineering!"

Ye Xuan gave a thumbs up, then took out his wallet and found a dime coin inside.

"Ding"

With a flick of his finger, the coin spun and jumped in mid-air.

The moment it fell into Ye Xuan's palm, he covered it with his other hand and looked at He Yicheng and Wu Fei: "Guess which year this coin was made?"

He Yicheng: "???"

Wu Fei: "???"