859: C859 Borrowing Money

C859 Borrowing Money

Hee Qiming was quietly attending his lesson when he suddenly heard his phone ring. He was so scared that he trembled.2

But before he could do anything, the old professor who was teaching threw a fierce look at him.

"Hang up the phone."

The old professor said coldly. He didn't like the sound of interrupting his lecture.

A flash of displeasure appeared in Hee Qiming's eyes.

Ever since Ye Ziheng helped him kill his brother, Hee Qiguang, he had become the only official heir of the He family. With the support of Ye Ziheng's identity as a good friend, he had quickly gained the attention of the entire Martial Arts World in Hengshui City. Everyone had come to curry favor with him. All of a sudden, he had a feeling that he had become the king of Hengshui City.

Almost everyone who knew him knew that he was still in school. Moreover, he hated people calling him during class. Ever since he became the first successor of the He family, this was the first time he received a call during class.

Hee Qiming sighed and suppressed the anger in his heart. He took out his phone and was about to turn it off when he glanced at the caller.

But this glance was not good. At this moment, Hee Qiming suddenly realized that the person who called him was actually his family's Boss. A Boss that he had not contacted for four years.

Hee Qiming was overjoyed. He did not care about the reminder from the professor and directly took his phone out to answer the call.

Seeing this, the professor felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. He threw the textbook on the ground and shouted angrily.

"It's your fault!"

However, after he finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the textbook on the ground. Then, he began to speak to the students who were still present.

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"Hey, Boss, is that you?"

Hee Qiming's excited voice came from Ye Ziheng's phone, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Yeah, I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"No, no, no. What did you say about the Boss? How could you disturb me when you called me?"

"Alright, we're both brothers. I won't say any more nonsense. I want to borrow some money from you."

When these words came out, Hee Qiming was stunned for a moment. Then, he frowned and revealed a doubtful expression.

Ye Ziheng was a martial artist. Martial artists never cared about money. Moreover, they absolutely treated money like dirt. How high was his big brother's cultivation? If he couldn't get what he wanted, how could he ask for money?

For a moment, Hee Qiming was full of doubts about the person who claimed to be his elder brother on the other side of the phone.

"Who exactly are you? No one in my martial arts world will take money seriously. Besides, my big brother and you are amazing. Money should not be something he needs."

Hearing Hee Qiming's words, Ye Ziheng was suddenly stunned. He obviously didn't think Hee Qiming would say that.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it made sense. He really hadn't attached much importance to money. After all, they were all worldly possessions. Furthermore, in the Martial Arts World, money couldn't be exchanged for anything. Therefore, money could be said to be the most useless thing for martial artists. It felt hard even when he wiped his butt.

Ye Ziheng was also very helpless when faced with Hee Qiming's question. His face revealed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and he was somewhat at a loss as to what to say to him.

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