The old man's hair is sparse and gray.

The face is covered with wrinkles, but it is very clean.

She wore a white shirt on the upper body and a suit pants on the lower body, which was neat and neat, unlike those elderly people wearing vests and exposed belly.

He should be a particular cultural person.

"Mr., do you need me to help you up? Or call 120?"

Ye Chen squatted down and asked softly.

Qianqian, on the old man, held an umbrella on the head to block the sun.

Ye Chen did not move the old man rashly because he was afraid of secondary harm.

"My leg seems to have broken. Please help me with 120."

Ye Chen's approaching and inquiring made the old man feel relieved.

The words he said were trembling because of the pain, hoarse and dry, but were still quite polite.

Ye Chen nodded, Optics Valley Hospital is very close to this place.

After the 120-phone call was broadcast, an ambulance arrived in five minutes.

The old man's family has not arrived yet.

The nurse glanced at Ye Chen, but the old man patted his pocket: "I brought my bank card, and my family arrived soon. So don't worry!"

Then he looked at Ye Chen: "Thank you, kid!"

Ye Chen waved his hand and said goodbye to the other party.

Soon, the ambulance took the old man away.

Qianqian held an umbrella and looked at Ye Chen, feeling a little moved.

"Brother Ye, aren't you worried?"

Qianqian asked softly.

"Worry? What are you worried about?"

Upon hearing this, Qianqian was stunned at first.

Then he realized.

What can ordinary people think of blackmail that cannot be withstanded by the young man wearing Blancpain in front of him?

Is this the confidence of rich people?

The confidence is to invite friends to dinner, so you don’t have to worry about being too expensive or not paying the bill.

The confidence is to cause trouble, and you can easily take responsibility and solve problems.

Most of the problems in the world can be solved with money.

So some chicken soup articles always say that the rich have a pattern, while the poor have no vision...

This is fart.

If you have money, you have a pattern.

Qianqian thought about it and wrapped around Ye Chen's arm again.

She also wants to be a woman who has the confidence to face anything.

And only Ye Chen can help her achieve this opportunity.

...

Qianqian was thinking.

Ye Chen was also thinking.

Just now on that old man.

Ye Chen saw Mu Qi.

When people reach old age, osteoporosis.

If you fall, you may have a fracture and you will never be able to get up again.

Ye Chen didn't know why, but he was actually worried about the arrival of that day.

If you are old, you can only lie on the hospital bed.

People need to take care of both eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping.

So what else is life meaning?

Ye Chen was even a little frightened.

He doesn't want to have the day he gets old.

He doesn't want to feel the powerlessness of life again.

I heard that some wealthy people in Europe and the United States have started research institutes such as how to prolong life, freeze, and brain replacement...

I also heard that there are anti-aging agents and the like.

You can pay attention to it in the future.

By the way, I have a system...

Soon, Ye Chen recovered from the contemplation brought by the evening air.

A youthful smile rose again on his face.

"I advise you not to cherish your golden clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth.

If there are flowers that can be broken, you must be broken. Don’t wait until there are no flowers to break branches.”

Reciting this poem that I like most.

Just cherish your good years...

Now I have money.

You should experience all the things you want to experience and what you have not experienced before.

As for aging and death?

That's at least forty years later.

It's too early to worry now.

...

I took a taxi back to Shangri-La.

The two of them took a casual bite.

A lonely man and a widow...

I planned to do something.

However, Ye Chen's cell phone ringing.

"Mr. Ye, the rice people want to talk to us about the authorization matter!"

"The other party's Minister of Commerce has arrived in Seoul and will visit our company in the future to negotiate cooperation."

It was called by Zhang Han.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen frowned.

Minister of Rice Commerce?

Chen Zhenwei?

I remember that I had communicated with the other party.

Rice wanted to invest, but was rejected by itself.

It seems that I didn't give up.

"Okay, I'll go there later. Manager Zhang, please receive them first!"

After replying to Zhang Han, Ye Chen hung up the phone.

Qianqian in front of her obviously heard the phone call.

A little disappointed on his pretty face.

I thought I could do something today...

The flexibility brought by the yoga I practiced for many years will definitely beat that woman Cheng Meng.

Completely made Ye Chen fascinated him.

However, Ye Chen had something to leave.

"Sorry, I'll be with you next time!"
To be continued...