Han Ye in front of him had a very short-sighted vision, which was a 100,000-mile difference compared to Han Xiaotian.
If such a person is in charge of the Han family, the Han family will sooner or later be destroyed in his hands.
"You could marry into the Qin family for money five years ago. Five years later, even if you have a daughter, if you are given the opportunity to become a son-in-law of the Han family, you will definitely not give up."
Han Ye expressed his thoughts.
"In addition, I hope you can stay away from my father!"
"Although you saved my father by chance, you have used your relationship with my father to gain great benefits for you. I think this life-saving feeling has been returned to you far."
"Of course, you can not admit this, after all, you saved my father's life, and I am very grateful!"
Han Ye said a lot in one breath, and then he took out a bank card and placed it on the coffee table.
"There is 50 million in this card, just treat it as your reward for saving my father!"
"You can earn 50 million by just a simple effort. For you, it should be a huge sum of money, right?"
Han Ye finally showed a little smile on his face, but with a little ridicule.
"In your opinion, is the life of the head of the Han family only worth 50 million?"
Yang Chen suddenly asked.
Han Ye frowned: "Young man, don't be too greedy in life! You used to borrow the things that my Han family had for their own benefit. I can't ignore you. I'm giving you 50 million, which is enough!"
Obviously, in Han Ye's view, whether it is the Chen family in Zhoucheng or the official family in Jiangzhou, they mistakenly think that Yang Chen and the Han family have a very close relationship, so they are fooled.
Yang Chen suddenly laughed, and his eyes were filled with mockery when he looked at Han Ye.
He has seen stupid ones, but never seen such stupid ones.
If he was just a child of a small family, it would be fine if he thought about it this way, but he was one of the three wealthy families in the provincial capital and the heir of the Han family.
But he is so short-sighted and has no real idea of things clearly, so he thinks he is self-righteous.
Such people are not only stupid, but also very pitiful.
If Han Xiaotian really delegates power to him in the future, I am afraid that the Han family may be destroyed in Han Ye's hands.
"Do you think that whether it is Chen Yinghao or Guan Xuesong, the reason why they followed me was because I borrowed the power of your Han family?"
Yang Chen suddenly asked.
Han Ye frowned: "Isn't it?"
"Since you think so, why not call Chen Xinghai and Guan Zhengshan personally to see if they made friends with me Yang Chen because of your Han family?"
Yang Chen looked proud, and his aura burst out instantly as if he was overwhelmed.
"As for your doubts about my purpose of approaching your daughter, you can rest assured that in my eyes, she is just a sister."
"Maybe in your opinion, I'm just pretending, but so what?"
Yang Chen's face was cold and his voice became much louder. He did not have the respect for Han Ye when he first entered the room.
At this moment, Han Ye suddenly felt a little dazed. Could it be that he was really making a mistake?
"Do you really think I dare not contact Chen Xinghai and Guan Zhengshan?"
Thinking that he was shocked by Yang Chen just now, Han Ye suddenly became angry and gritted his teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I can let the Chen family and the butler give up you with just one phone call!"
"Don't believe it!"
Yang Chen looked sarcastic, suddenly turned around and left, and said as he walked, "If you come to me just to say these things, I will not be with you!"
"I suddenly realized that the head of the Han family was not like a person who was greedy for power. He had already established you as the heir of the family, so why did he refuse to delegate power to you?"
"Now, I think I understand, because you are not qualified to inherit the Han family!"
When Yang Chen finished speaking, he had already stepped out of the room.
Yang Chen's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Han Ye's ears, roaring in his mind.