Underworld Pass

Ye Fan felt that his life was really not in vain.

Last month, he once again accomplished a small goal in his life, earning [-] billion.

A few days ago, the head of the Federal Reserve Bank invited him to have dinner, just begging him not to frenziedly lead another world economic crisis.

Just now, he ruthlessly dumped his childhood sweetheart and sworn girlfriend in college, well, he dumped him mercilessly, and even verbally humiliated her a lot, followed by the kind that he would never see again.

"Dude, buddy, wake up, wake up, we're closed, um, pay the bill."

In a fly restaurant, the owner of the shop pushed and even ate crayfish, wishing he could suck up all the juice in the shrimp shells, but the one who was dressed up was the gentle Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan was not in a good mood at this time. Why is there always a huge gap between dreams and reality? How about this night? Even if you have a happy dream, you will be disturbed by others, it's too uncomfortable.

"Well, you've spent a total of one hundred and one yuan. Let's see if it's right. Our store has a small profit, but since you've just been dumped by your girlfriend, we don't want that one."

The shop owner took out the bill and put it in front of Ye Fan, who was a little sober and not too thick-skinned.

"Well, do you have hangover soup? If not, give me a Coke."

Ye Fan wiped his face, there were still faint traces of tears on his cheeks, but he couldn't see it clearly after being slapped down by him.

"Some, some, give."

After tidying up the shop, I waited for the lady boss who was closing to bring over a bottle of Coke quickly. She didn't forget to look at the young man and muttered, "You look good, but you don't have any money. That little girl just now is too powerful. Young man, let's open it up. Isn't it the same for young girls nowadays?

"What are you mumbling about, go and go."

The boss glared at the proprietress in displeasure, wasting a bottle of Coke!
Seeing the proprietress's smirk, he looked at Ye Fan and said, "Young man, pay the bill, this Coke will be given to you, 100 yuan."

Ye Fan took a sip of Coca-Cola, nodded, took out 100 yuan from his wallet, and slapped it on the dining table. Then he walked out of the fly restaurant with his newly bought briefcase hanging his head.

"Clean up, old lady, we should go back."

The shop owner behind him urged the proprietress to clean up. Ye Fan outside, carrying a can of Coke and a newly bought briefcase, walked on the slightly dark street with a melancholy expression, confused.

"It's all bullshit to talk about pledges of eternal love and childhood sweethearts."

Ye Fan, who has always been gentle and doesn't like to be rough, if he didn't feel that there was still half a drink in the can of Coke, he might have thrown it out long ago.

"It's only been half a year since I graduated, and I, Ye Fan, have no family, no money, no status, but so what, don't bully young people to be poor, Feng Shui turns around, maybe someday I will get rich."

"What to say is just to see that I am not bad, take me as a friend with sex, any relationship is just a joke, be realistic, fuck you-"

"My monthly pocket money is only one thousand or eight hundred. In order to buy you a kidney machine, I saved food and money, worked part-time, and paid more than ten cents. What did I get in return? It's your words. Haha, everything is updated now. Kidney 6 is outdated, and Kidney 7 is popular. I'm going to Nimei—"

"I'd rather cry on a BMW than laugh on a bicycle, why don't you cry to death—"

After muttering and walking for a long time, Ye Fan felt a little better in his heart, but he also felt that he was ridiculous. Isn't it just a relationship of several years for a big man, and there is nothing he can't let go of.

But the memory fragments from the past are like slides, constantly flashing and replaying in his mind, lingering and indelible.

"Why is I so sentimental? He's crying again."

In the final analysis, after all, it was a relationship of several years, and it was impossible to let it go as soon as it was said. He, Ye Fan, was not as ruthless as her, Xin Xiaoqi.

At the intersection, a figure suddenly ran towards Ye Fan who was walking a little bit staggeringly.

click-

With a crisp sound, a small sculpture fell to the ground, breaking a corner.

"My family heirloom, my family heirloom, bastard—you knocked my family heirloom away, lose money, lose money—"

The hoarse roar woke up Ye Fan, who was still a little drunk, and his body shook violently. What kind of family heirloom is it?

Regardless of the man pulling his arm vigorously, Ye Fan lowered his head and glanced at the past, only to see that the base of a black elephant on the ground was broken. Although it was made lifelike, this thing is not worth the money, it is a defective product in the flower and bird antique market, used to fool people.

"I said big brother, don't lie to me, I just broke up with you, okay, it's worse than you now."

Seeing the excitement on the face of the person who bumped into him, Ye Fan explained: "You were the one who bumped into me just now, so, how can I be blamed for this matter."

"When did I bump into you? It was obviously you who was drunk and bumped into my arms. Oh, you see that I am alone and weak. You want to bully me—"

bully you?
Ye Fan took a look at the person in front of him. He was at least 1.8 meters tall and strong. I am only 1.7 meters six, and I am as thin as a monkey. Big brother, figure out who is bullying whom!
But before this guy finished speaking, he really saw a ghost on this dark roadside. After a while, several people came out, pointing at him with contempt on their faces.

"He broke someone's family heirloom and drank alcohol. This kid has no character."

"That's right, he's a drunkard, maybe he'll rely on this heirloom to save his life."

"Look at this kid, he looks like a dog. Who would have thought that he was a bum and wanted to renege on his debts."

"No wonder you got dumped by your girlfriend, you deserve it!"

"Pooh--"

Where is it!

Listening to the noise of passers-by, Ye Fan suddenly thought of something, he seemed to be touched.

Although most of Pengci are old people who touch cars, but these guys seem to play more slickly. They directly use fakes to Pengci. Is it really okay to play so tall and noble? It's too bullying.

"How about calling the police?"

Ye Fan said something tentatively, took out his old Nokia that can be used as a brick, and wanted to call the police, and by the way, let these guys see how poor he is.

"Why call the police, it's so late at night, young man, why don't you do this and lose money, my family heirloom is not worth much, but you don't have much money, otherwise, not much, 5000 yuan!"

The guy who bumped into people at the beginning, and many people around him, all looked at Ye Fan who was still using Nokia bricks with contempt.

Dressed in refined manners, why are you so poor!
"Five, five thousand—"

Ye Fan subconsciously tightened his briefcase. There was his two-month internship salary, which was exactly 5000 yuan, and he wanted to send it back to his parents, and pay the rent for the rest, and then he was thinking about his own living expenses.

If this is handed over, how will he live the next day.

There was a sharp-eyed person in the crowd, who had a good sense of perception, and gestured to Ye Fan's handbag at his accomplice.

"Boy, this is my family heirloom—"

"What are you doing? I'm going to call you, I want to call the police!"

"Why call the police, it's not good to bother people at such a late night, don't you think so?"

"That's right, young man, lose money, and see why you are so gentle!"

"You guys are robbing, I, I will fight with you!"

"Oh, not bad, do you still want to do it?"

"Whatever you do, the money belongs to me, and it was obviously you who bumped into me—oh—you guys are robbing me—fuck—"

How could one person be the opponent of four or five people, even though Ye Fan dreamed of himself as a superman, but now he can only watch this group of robbers, this group of somewhat tall antique pottery gang, snatch his handbag, open it, and search for the last dime inside.

In addition to these, they opened a ladle for him, and blood slid down his cheeks.

"Come on, this family heirloom will be given to you. Let me go with you guys, let's go, hahaha——"

"Let's go to Xiao Bei's house. I heard that a nice sister has come, very nice!"

"Success, let's go to Xiao Bei's house."

With resentment, hatred, and anger, Ye Fan watched these guys walk away swaggeringly.

Call the police, is it useful?

The mobile phone was smashed, why call the police!
Ye Fan picked up the briefcase on the ground with some bitterness, and was about to leave, but he still looked at the Yan Luoxiang who broke the base with some resentment in his heart.

Grabbing the Yama Elephant on the ground, Ye Fan didn't notice that there was blood on his forehead that had been scooped open, and fell on the Yama Elephant.

"Just you, worth five thousand, I'll go to Nimei—"

Ye Fan, who viciously threw the Elephant Yama away, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked towards the rental house with a melancholy expression.

whoosh-

Yan Luoxiang, who was thrown at least a long way by Ye Fan at first, saw a ghost, fell from the sky, and accidentally hit him on the forehead. After this smash, even the person with him disappeared, as if disappeared out of thin air.