"Cheng'er, what's going on? Why did you become Master Ye?" Ye Feng looked at Ye Cheng in confusion, his eyes full of surprise.

Ye Cheng smiled lightly and took a step forward, and everyone's eyes moved with him.

Ye Cheng explained lightly: "Grandpa, they were able to come here because I saved their lives."

Tang Yi was originally covered in secret diseases, and he couldn't live for a few years, and Feng Lun was the same. Every night, his body would have been destroyed. If Ye Cheng hadn't refined the pills, he would have lived for two years. Yan Jinpeng had met his destined enemy, and the Burmese divine master came to take his life. If Ye Cheng hadn't taken action to kill the Burmese divine master, Yan Jinpeng would have died long ago. Later, someone on Longtou Island challenged Yan Jinpeng's position as the boss of Meizhou, which was equivalent to Ye Cheng saving him again.

"Save their lives?"

Such a mindless sentence made everyone suspicious.

Ye Feng wanted to ask again, but Tang Yi spoke, "Come on, bring the gift!"

"Yes, Master!"

A butler of the Tang family nodded and asked someone to lift a jade Buddha, which was more than three feet tall, and was completely carved from pure jade. It was magical and natural, and emitted a stream of pearls and treasures, shaking so that everyone present had their eyes straightened, and their eyes followed the jade Buddha.

"This is a laughing Maitreya auctioned at the Hong Kong Island Sky Sea Summit. Today I will give it to the old man as a birthday gift!" Tang Yi said with a smile.

"Oh my God, this laughing Maitreya seems to have sold a sky-high price of 100 million yuan!"

Someone has been following the auction of the Tianhai Summit and can't help but exclaim.

Everyone looked at this person together, and then they all took a breath. Any gift was priced at 100 million yuan. They were worthy of being the richest man in Central and Southern Province, and only he had such courage.

Compared with the jade turtle in front of Ye Zhiping, this jade Buddha is many times more expensive.

Ye Zhiping opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

Several other uncles and aunts, including Ye Cheng's parents, Sister Xiaolan, Aunt Xin and several cousins, all of them lost their voices.

"This...this is too expensive! I can't accept it, I can't accept it!"

Ye Feng shook his head frequently. Such a valuable gift was almost equivalent to the value of all the Ye family's property.

"Grandpa, since it is Mr. Tang who gave you a birthday gift, you can accept it!"

Ye Cheng stepped forward and held the old man's trembling arm that was so excited that he injected a trace of spiritual energy into it. The old man calmed down.

Ye Feng looked at Ye Cheng with a smile, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Tang Yi then raised his hand, and the old housekeeper of the Tang family immediately asked someone to carry this smiling Maitreya into the living room of the Ye family.

Everyone still couldn't understand. How could Mr. Ye have such a great face? All of this is because of Ye Cheng!

But these people still don’t understand what Ye Cheng has to ask Tang Yi to celebrate Mr. Ye’s birthday and give him a gift worth 100 million yuan!

This is definitely not a simple friendship.

"The Ye family is about to rise!"

"If you are with the Tang family, the richest man in Central and Southern Province, you will never have to worry about this life!"

"One word from Mr. Tang can make an ordinary person not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life and live a rich life!" The guests sighed.

Boss Chu, Boss Liu, Boss Zhou and Boss Huang looked at each other. Even if their value was not enough, it would be impossible for them to give a gift worth 100 million yuan.

Ye Cheng's uncles, aunts, cousins, and cousins ​​seemed to not know Ye Cheng, and they all looked responsible, especially Ye Ying's eyes were full of surprise, jealousy and envy.

They still remember that during the Chinese New Year last year, Ye Cheng was still unknown, so why did he know the richest man in Central and Southern Province this year?

He also brought almost half of the wealthy people in Central and Southern Province to celebrate the old man's birthday.

Ye Zhiming and Tang Xuelan shine. Parents never expected that their son would have such ability.

"Miaoyi, you have been studying with Cheng'er in the past few months. Do you know what happened?" Tang Xuelan asked Chen Miaoyi on the side.

Xue Xin also looked at her daughter.

Chen Miaoyi shook her head, and a bitter smell came from her mouth.

"I don't know the specific situation, I only know that Ye Cheng is very respected by these rich people. They call him King Ye Dan, Master Ye, and Master Ye!"

"King Ye Dan?"

"Master Ye?"

"Master Ye!"

After hearing this, the few people were stunned.

At this time, Feng Lun smiled and said, "Give it a quick look, send the gifts up."

This time, it was also a jadeite, completely carved from a whole piece of jade. It was a two-foot-long cabbage. The meaning of "vegetable" was to convey the meaning of "wealth". The white jadeite cabbage and the dark green cabbage leaves were simply a live cabbage.

The only difference is that this cabbage is completely carved from jade.

"This is Jade Cabbage. It is said that there are only two trees in the whole of China. Some people say there are only three trees. The largest one is now protected in the Forbidden City in Yanjing for tourists to see! Such a tree is worth at least 80 million yuan!"

"Hiss! This is a national treasure!"

Many people took a breath and were shocked again.

"There is Jade Buddha first and then the Jade Cabbage. It is poverty that limits my imagination!" Someone shook his head with a wry smile.

"Release in, carry in!" Feng Lun waved his hand, as if he was afraid that he would say slower, and the Ye family would not accept it.

"Haha, old man, I don't have any jewelry or jade to give you. I know that you like calligraphy, so I will send you a pair of calligraphy to celebrate your birthday!" Yan Jinpeng smiled.

The person behind him was very clever. He took out a scroll of calligraphy and paintings and slowly spread them out in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at it together and said it was a piece of characters.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is in Kuichou. At the beginning of late spring, I met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

"This is, the preface to the Lanting Collection!"

"hiss!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air again.

These three gifts add up to the same weight as Mount Tai.

The old man was extremely excited and walked forward quickly, and his body almost stuck to the "Preface to the Lanting Collection". The old man loved calligraphy and wrote a piece of calligraphy almost every day, which had never changed for decades.

"This is a "Preface to the Lanting Collection" copied by Huang Yan, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it is the closest article to the original work of Wang Xizhi. Unfortunately, Wang Xizhi's original work has been lost. It is rumored that the original work of "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was brought into the underground palace by Emperor Taizong of Tang, and will always be with his tomb forever, and it is no longer found in the world." Yan Jinpeng sighed lightly.

Although it is a copy, not an authentic one, and it is said that the original one has been brought into the tomb by Emperor Taizong of Tang Li Shimin, even if it is a copy, it is already very good from the old man's happy smile.

As for such a copy, it is not much different from the original one. It is a copy from the Tang Dynasty, a calligraphy imitating Wang Xizhi. Huang Yan himself is a great calligrapher. Adding up many conditions, this copy of "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is worth at least 100 million yuan.

"Very good, very good! The old man doesn't expect any extravagant to have such a copy." Ye Feng's face was full of smiles, but his eyes never left this "Preface to the Lanting Collection".

Seeing this, Ye Cheng stepped forward and reminded: "Grandpa, the guests are still here. You should put away your calligraphy and paintings first. It will not be too late to see them slowly until the birthday is over."

"well."

Ye Feng nodded unstoppably, reluctantly put away his calligraphy and paintings, not allowing others to touch them again, and held them in his arms like a treasure. Even if his friends such as Wang Guoao wanted to take a look at them for a few more times, he would not allow them.

Looking at Mr. Ye’s happy appearance, Yan Jinpeng knew that this time he was giving a gift.

'This guy always likes to take shortcuts. Why didn't I expect to send calligraphy and paintings? There is also a genuine work of Huang Tingjian in my room!' Feng Lun secretly regretted it.
Chapter completed!