nucmednet Chapter 757: 1
Chapter 757: 1
Chapter 757: One Million
Ma Xiangfu was delighted when he heard this: "Son, you..."
Halfway through the conversation, I saw that the phone had been hung up.
The joy on his face faded, and a lonely expression appeared on his face. He turned around and saw Ye Changqing looking at him. He smiled awkwardly: “This child missed me and was in a hurry to come back.
He hung up halfway through the call."
Think about it?
Ye Changqing was surprised when he heard this. Couldn't this old man see that his son wanted the one million?
I can't say it back, but hearing about money makes me more excited than a dog smelling shit.
He said he wanted to come back almost without thinking, and didn't even bother to say a word to his father before rushing to buy a plane ticket.
Ye Changqing felt that the old man was alone, and it was rare for his son to come back, so he didn't want to expose him, so he smiled and said, "Well, your son is back, this is a good thing.
Congratulations, you can see your son."
Ma Xiangfu clapped his hands, as if Ye Changqing had guessed the answer correctly, and shouted in surprise: "You are right, this is a good thing.
Haven't been back for five years.
Finally you're back, that's good, you sit down first, I'll go clean up."
After saying that, he ignored Ye Changqing, picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor.
Ye Changqing was a little surprised. It was not just his son coming back, but the leaders were not so enthusiastic even when inspecting the work.
Start cleaning early in the evening.
This was more grand than welcoming a leader to inspect the work. Qian Cheng touched Ye Changqing's arm and whispered, "Isn't this enough for this old man?"
As he spoke, he pointed his finger at his head.
Ye Changqing glared at Qian Cheng and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Do you remember what he said when you first saw him at the door?
He said his son had arrived at the village entrance and used his son to intimidate us.
The old man is as clever as a monkey."
Qian Cheng was even more puzzled: "Then why can't he see that his son came back for money?"
Ye Changqing suddenly remembered the scene when he came out of prison and returned home.
People in the village who saw him would avoid him.
After he left, many people pointed and talked about him behind his back.
But when we got home, my parents were so excited that they burst into tears.
Did they not know that they were prisoners? Of course they knew, but in their eyes, even if they were despised prisoners, they were still their sons.
Ma Xiangfu knew that his son came back for money, but he didn't care.
What he cared about was being able to see his son.
Seeing Qian Cheng looking at him, as if waiting for an answer, he smiled and said, "You'll know when you become a father."
Qian Cheng curled his lips and said, "Whether I get married or not in this life is another matter.
Tell me what happened. "
Ye Changqing said: "I just want to see my son. My son is here for the money, he doesn't care."
Qian Cheng shook his head slightly: "You must be mentally ill. You should kill him for raising a son like this, yet you still welcome him so warmly.
I can’t get married anymore.”
As the two were talking, Ma Xiangfu came back with a broom. Dad put the broom on the coffee table, took out his phone and pressed the number two.
Soon the call was connected, and Ma Xiangfu said with a smile: "Second brother, what are you doing?"
There was a noisy sound coming from the external speaker of the phone, heavy drum beats and powerful music.
Another man replied in a shout, his voice forceful but still unclear amidst the clamor of the music: "I...drink...what do you want to say? Tell me now."
Ma Xiangfu smiled and said, "How about you drink first and talk after you finish drinking?"
A woman's voice rang out amidst the clamor of music: "Boss Ma, we're not booking a room today. Let's go to my house..."
Finally, he was interrupted: "Don't talk, I'm on the phone, Dad, if you have something to say, tell me quickly.
Or call tomorrow morning.
If you don't say anything, I'm dead." Old Ma frowned and wanted to say something, but finally held back and said with a smile: "Our Fumai is a high-yield variety. I think as long as we plant more land, we can still make money.
Would you like to come back and grow Fumai?"
An impatient voice came from the phone: "Are you out of your mind? That's a godforsaken place.
There are no street lights at night, what am I going to do back home? Please don't call me.
I will never go back!"
Ma Xiangfu sighed, then changed the subject and said, "If you don't want to, I will sell Fumai.
They probably gave 100 million..."
Before Ma Xiangfu could say anything, he was interrupted by his son: "How much?
100?
Is there really a fool who offered a high price of 100 million?" The muscles on Ye Changqing's face twitched. He actually became the fool in other people's mouths.
Ma Xiangfu glanced at Ye Changqing awkwardly, then said, "Don't talk nonsense, she's right in front of me.
Our Fumai variety still maintains a high-yield record. We are very smart.
If people are willing to buy, it proves that they know what they are doing.
Maybe it’s worth more than a million.”
The noisy voice on the other end of the phone gradually faded away: “Dad, I’ll come out and call you.
Now that you mention it, I also think it's worth more than 100 million.
Well, I'll come back now.
I negotiated the price with him!
Please wait for me to come back. I will be home in two hours at most by plane."
After that, the other party hung up the phone. Ma Xiangfu took the phone and said to Ye Changqing apologetically: "I'm sorry, my son is used to speaking casually, don't think too much.
He didn’t mean to scold you.”
Ye Changqing waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about this."
Ma Xiangfu nodded: "That's good, I'll call the third brother."
As he was speaking, he dialed the number of the third brother.
The call was connected, and a woman’s singing voice came from the outside of the phone: “I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
Thinking of you for the last time.
Because tomorrow I will be,
Someone else's bride.
Let me last time..."
Then came the man's unclear voice: "Why are you calling again? Didn't you call me last month?" Ma Xiangfu smiled and explained: "If it wasn't last month, I haven't called you for three months.
Son, I have something good to tell you."
The man said with a disgusted tone: "What good news can you tell me?
They are all trivial matters. Tell me, which relative’s child is getting married?
Let me first state that I don’t accept gifts.
I will never go back to my hometown in the future.
Giving gifts is a loss of money!"
Ma Xiangfu smiled and said, "You know Fumai is very productive..."
An impatient voice suddenly came from the outside of the phone: "Don't mention Fu Mai to me, please, don't mention Fu Mai anymore.
I don't know how to grow wheat, so I'll be begging for the rest of my life.
They don’t farm.”
The smile on Ma Xiangfu's face disappeared. "In that case, I plan to sell the Fumai seeds and planting methods, the Fumai heritage passed down by the Ma family for dozens of generations..."
The voice on the phone became even more impatient: "A pound of wheat costs more than one yuan, and the three melons and two dates you sold are not even enough for my plane ticket.
I won't go back.
You figure out how to sell it yourself.
Okay, I'm still busy, hang up.
Don’t bother me with this kind of thing in the future.”
Ma Xiangfu suddenly became anxious: "Don't hang up, there's one more thing. Someone wants to buy Fu Mai's inheritance and wants one million!"