Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

222 A Prodigal

On the other side, Ye Feng was completely unaware of what was happening on Zhou Shuyao's side.

It was dinner time when he got home.

Ye Baoguo and Ma Xianglan had already prepared a table full of dishes.

The three of them had dinner together.

"Grandpa, Grandma, I've already booked the birthday banquet tomorrow. It'll be held at the Shangri-La Hotel's Fan City branch."

Ye Feng wiped his mouth with a napkin and told the two of them about the birthday banquet.

"The Shangri-La Hotel's Fan City branch? That's the best restaurant in our Fan City, so it should be quite expensive, right?"

Ma Xianglan was surprised.

"A table at the Shangri-La Hotel would cost at least 20 to 30,000, right?"

Ye Baoguo also looked at Ye Feng in a daze.

"Uh... It's almost the same."

Ye Feng nodded his head perfunctorily, and he wanted to get away with it.

However, Ye Baoguo's eyes were sharp, and immediately saw the problem. "Tell me, how much did you spend?"

Under his grandfather's intense gaze, Ye Feng had to tell the truth. "5... 500,000 yuan a table."

"Pfft..."

Ye Baoguo, who was drinking water, spat it out.

Then, he choked and coughed violently.

Ye Feng and Ma Xianglan had to pat him for a while before he could recover.

"How... How much? 500,000 yuan per table? Are you eating, or are you eating money? What kind of food is worth 500,000 yuan?"

Ye Baoguo was so excited that he was incoherent.

"That's right, Xiao Feng, how can there be 500,000 yuan for a table of food? Did you get scammed?" Ma Xianglan also asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, Grandma. The owner of the restaurant is my friend. This is already the cost price."

Ye Feng quickly explained to the two.

"Did you just say 500,000 yuan for a table? How many tables did you book?" Ye Baoguo continued to ask.

"I've booked ten tables,"

Ye Feng had a feeling of guilt.

"You... I think you have a lot of money to burn. Spending 5 million yuan on a birthday banquet? Did your money come from the wind?"

Ye Baoguo was both shocked and angry.

Ma Xianglan nodded. "That's right, Xiao Feng. Isn't it just a birthday party? We could have just cooked at home, why would we go to a restaurant? Can you still return the money?"

Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I think the ingredients are already on the way, I can't return them."

Ye Baoguo trembled with anger. "You... You're really a prodigal. With the way you spend, even if there's a mountain of gold and silver, it'll be gone."

Ye Feng hurriedly massaged his back to please him.

"I didn't have the ability before, but now that I have some money, of course I'll throw you a grand birthday banquet. Let those snobs see that our Ye family is rich now."

Ye Baoguo listened to him.

He knew that his grandson was trying to help him gain face.

Although he still felt a little heartache for the money.

But what was done was done.

He could only nod helplessly.

"This is the only time!"

This time, before Ye Feng could speak...

Ma Xianglan didn't agree.

"Why just this once? You held a grand birthday banquet, but when it's my turn, you're not going to hold it?"

Ye Baoguo looked a little unhappy. "Isn't it just a birthday banquet? What's there to fight about?"

"Why not? Xiao Feng was brought up by me. Have you ever helped?"

"Who said I didn't put in any effort? Xiao Feng has been bullied since he was a child! When have I not gone to help him vent his anger?"

"That's called 'contributing'? Which meal at home isn't cooked by me? Which piece of clothing wasn't washed by me? I didn't sew that blanket? You ungrateful b*stard!"

"You're just being unreasonable."

"You're the one being unreasonable!"

"..."

Ye Feng looked at this pair of old jokers. They were arguing until their faces were red because of a small matter.

He felt that it was both funny and heartwarming.

He got up and went back to his room.

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and posted a message on his Moments.

[Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, at the Shangri-La Hotel in Fan City. It's my grandfather's birthday party. Those who have the money can attend, and those who don't have the money can attend.]

He had set the permission to view this post.

Only some of his childhood friends in Fan City could see it.

After that, he went to take a shower with a towel and soap.

He took a cold shower.

When he returned, he heard his phone ringing non-stop.

He picked it up and saw that it was Zhou Shuyao.

He didn't even think and immediately answered.

"Didn't you leave your phone in Zhonghai?"

"Yes, I just bought a new phone and got a new SIM card. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh, your mom didn't bring up the blind date again, did she?"

"Hahaha, I feel like laughing when you mention this. When my mom came back, she kept saying that it's a good thing that I didn't get married. Otherwise, I would have missed out on a good son-in-law like you."

"Son-in-law? It's called like this... It's a little inappropriate, right?"

"My mom has already set her mind on you. She even wants me to marry no one else but you."

"Uh... Did I smash it in my hand?"

"What did you get in your hands?"

"What if your mother forces me to marry you in the end?"

"Then I'll make it real. Am I not worthy of you?"

"That won't do. My little sisters are still waiting for me. I can't give up the entire forest for a crooked tree like you."

"Who did you say is a crooked tree?"

"Uh... I'm just making an analogy."

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't bother you. After a while, I'll tell her that we've broken up. Don't tell me she'll still use a knife to force you to marry me?"

"That's true."

"No matter what, I still have to thank you for today. Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'll treat you to a meal."

"Tomorrow afternoon..."

Ye Feng thought about it.

His grandfather's birthday party was held at seven in the evening.

There was still some time in the afternoon.

"Okay, send me the address after you've chosen the restaurant."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

He hung up the phone.

Ye Feng immediately snuggled into his bed, then took out his phone and opened WeChat again.

He wanted to see how many replies there were.