Underworld Pass

"High imitation goods, what's the point?"

The master in charge of pawning casually glanced at the Versace that Ye Fan put on the counter, smiled contemptuously, and said: "You can't fool me with this thing. Of course there are many people in China who can afford this dress, but there are not many who are willing to wear it. It seems that it was brought to our pawn shop, so let's not talk about it."

"Don't look at it?"

Ye Fan chuckled, and after lighting a cigarette, he silently tapped the table with his left hand, and Vacheron Constantin revealed brilliant colors slightly through the cuff of his shirt.

"Then there's more—wait, let me see!"

The master of the pawn, after all, is a thief, and he is just a job of eyesight, and things like seeing six ways are the most commonplace for them.

Therefore, the moment Ye Fan revealed Vacheron Constantin, he knew that this outfit was likely to be real.

Versace hardcover, specially designed for the first-class existence, tailor-made, each set is worth a lot of money, more than seven figures, it is the real gold and jade, wearing this outfit, wandering in the high society, it is also a face.

"Look."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Fan spoke in a leisurely manner.

"I said, Old Sun, what's so interesting about this, it must be fake."

Wang Haibo on the side, seeing that the old grandson really helped Ye Fan to check it, and even called a few masters to check it together, he couldn't help but stare, the treatment is much higher than him.

You must know that the current gold inspection only needs a little sister to easily turn it upside down, and no more manpower and material resources are needed at all. Wang Haibo, who just watched this scene, was a little bit dumbfounded.

I don't see what this guy has, what's the matter, can he really afford hardcover Versace?

"Old Sun, how come the more you live, the more you go back, this guy can wear real clothes, don't be ridiculous!"

"That's right, Old Sun, you're free too, hahaha——"

Following Wang Haibo's voice, many people looked over and expressed their disbelief that Ye Fan, an ordinary-looking man with a little bit of elegance, could afford such expensive clothes.

Ye Fan didn't answer, just silently watched Lao Sun and the others caressing the fabric of the clothes with a cigarette in his mouth, all of them looked a little excited.

The answer is already obvious, and Ye Fan has long been a little tired of pretending to be slapped in the face, let others say, just don't say a word.

"Sir, we can give you a maximum of 80 yuan for this dress. Do you think it's okay? After all, these are all tailored to your body. Even if it's easy to find someone with your figure, it will be uncomfortable to wear after all."

The old grandson carefully looked at Ye Fan outside the counter. There are a few simple people who can afford this kind of clothes. They must have nothing to do to amuse them. Or maybe they don’t have cash or a mobile phone with them, so they want to pawn the clothes, and get some money to deal with the big shots who are in trouble.

"Fuck, old grandson, are you kidding, eight, 80?"

"A set of clothes can be exchanged for a house in a second- and third-tier city, old man, you must be out of your mind."

"That's right, old grandson, don't tell me you and this kid partnered to cheat. If your boss finds out by then, it won't be strange if he doesn't take your skin off."

For a while, many people were vigilant to the old grandson, telling him not to be confused, so as to save him from crying when something happens.

The old grandson ignored the group of people, and just handed over a bank card to Ye Fan. The password was written on the back of the bank card, and then helped Ye Fan enthusiastically fill in a pawn ticket.

It's not just Lao Suntou who is so enthusiastic, even the old buddies who follow Lao Suntou look at Ye Fan attentively. Although such a big man will not have much contact with each other in the future, it is good to make friends now.

"Thanks."

Ye Fan, who was holding a bank card, didn't linger, turned around and walked out.

"No, old grandson, you guys are crazy!"

"You're crazy, Old Sun, these fellows, which one of them is as smart as a monkey, that guy just now seems to be really a local tyrant."

"It's not just a local tyrant. I just checked his watch on Baidu. It is Vacheron Constantin, worth 2000 million. There are almost no imitations of Vacheron Constantin on the market. No wonder the old man is so enthusiastic."

Wang Haibo, who still wanted to try to wake up the old grandson, felt a little confused when he heard this, Vacheron Constantin! ?
It seems that the Vacheron Constantin watch worn by Ye Fan is worth all their net worth, my God!
At this moment, Wang Haibo was a little dumbfounded, and there were ten thousand muddy horses galloping in his heart.

Ye Fan, who came out of the pawnshop, took a look at the gradually gloomy sky and the still bustling scene on the street, and couldn't help but sneered, "It's almost the holiday after all."

After walking to an Adidas store and choosing a down jacket and trousers, Ye Fan returned to the street, ready to stroll around and find a place to eat and sleep, and come back tomorrow to see if he can meet Zhang Yue by chance.

Who knew, Zhang Yue happened to appear in Ye Fan's sight again this time.

But this time, Zhang Yue appeared in Ye Fan's sight along with two other girls who were much prettier than her.

Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and his heart trembled slightly after seeing Zhang Yue. Ye Fan knew that when his love disaster came, it must be her.

Although the current Ye Fan doesn't know how to get through this love calamity, but after all, he has to develop into a couple, which seems to be the best way to overcome the calamity.

"Hi pretty girl."

Ye Fan blocked Zhang Yue's way almost immediately, looked at her with piercing eyes, and said, "You are my destined person!"

"You're crazy!"

"Yeah, how did you become your destined person?"

Zhang Yue is obviously a shy girl, she hasn't expressed her opinion yet, the two girls beside her can't wait to stare at Ye Fan in front of her, as if they want to drive Ye Fan away.

"My name is Ye Fan, from Pengcheng, Jiangsu Province, you are really my destiny!"

Ye Fan ignored the two extremely beautiful girls, and his eyes were still fixed on Zhang Yue in front of him.

"Go, go, don't pay attention to this crazy person!"

"That's right, let's go, Zhang Yue."

"Ah."

In fact, looking at it from the perspective of any normal person, when encountering a situation like Ye Fan, he would definitely regard the other party as a patient with a brain hole, so the three women almost avoided Ye Fan without thinking.

It's just that after walking a few steps, the three girls are also a little strange, aren't they predestined, why didn't this guy chase after him.

But they don't have yin and yang eyes, so how can they see the two demon ghosts sitting on Zhang Yue's head at this moment.

The three girls turned their heads almost at the same time, and looked at Ye Fan, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching them go away with a sneer, and then they gradually walked away.

"I said Xiaoyue, is that guy sick?"

"do not know."

"Could it be a snake spirit disease that sprang out from somewhere, so I just fell in love with you, giggling—"

"How do I know."

Zhang Yue was in a bad mood after being teased by Ye Fan, especially after being told by her sisters, her feeling towards Ye Fan was even worse.

I originally agreed to go shopping after get off work, but the Spring Festival is approaching soon, and I want to spend time with my good sister who hasn’t been home for many years, go shopping, eat, and do some shopping.

Who knew that Ye Fan's appearance really completely disturbed Zhang Yue's heart, and made her feel a little annoyed.

"Like this, it seems that I can't pick up girls."

Ye Fan seemed to be aware of this too, so he couldn't help but move his chin, and said: "Besides, I don't know the details of this girl, what should I do, after all, I need to find someone to help investigate—"

If Ye Fan doesn't give any hope to these two snacks, who should he turn to?

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fan put this idea behind him again. If he knows everything, then what's the fun? He is here to overcome the catastrophe, so naturally he has to look like a catastrophe. Love catastrophe——

"It looks like you, Brother Fan, and my charm have also been withdrawn by the system, sir—"

After thinking about it, Ye Fan felt that it was the same, but even so, Ye Fan was not a person who gave up lightly, he really didn't believe that there would be women in this world whom Ye Fan couldn't catch up with.

The pedestrian street is more lively in the evening, the neon lights are flashing on the whole street, and various small shops are holding various sales promotions to attract customers who come and go.

The three girls, except for Zhang Yue, who are relatively low-income, the two around them are the richest. They go to famous brand stores and shop around for all kinds of luxury goods. Although few actually buy them, after all, even if they are rich, they can’t be so prodigal. They are just for decoration.

Zhang Yue was sandwiched between these two girlfriends who were stronger than her in terms of wealth and family background, and she felt a faint sense of defeat.

Especially when she saw an LV bag asking for 3 yuan, she was even more frightened. You must know that her total assets are only more than [-] yuan.

"Come on, Xiaoyue, try this bag, it's super pretty!"

"Yeah, try it, try it if you don't buy it, otherwise it's just a waste of money."

Zhang Yue's two girlfriends, under the dark-faced gaze of the shopping guide, encouraged Zhang Yue to try it out. Zhang Yue, who had a small face and was pretty pretty, blushed slightly, and was about to say no. Who knew that a beautiful shopping guide lady would come from not far away. She smiled at Zhang Yue and said, "Miss Zhang Yue?"

"Yes, it's me."

"This is your bag, please keep it!"

The shopping guide smiled slightly, and put the most luxurious sachet worth 17 yuan in Zhang Yue's hands, along with an exquisite invoice.