The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"Northwestern kingship?"

Ye Feng withdrew his hand, glanced lightly at the man in the black practice uniform, and shook his head slowly, obviously he had never heard of this name.

Wang Quan nodded, and didn't make any more moves, but stood aside respectfully.

"Old Wang, what are you..." Zhao Wenchang couldn't understand for a while, and looked directly at Wang Quan beside him, deeply puzzled.

Wang Quan shook his head, and reminded him out of morality: "Old Zhao, I can't help you with this favor..."

"This……"

Zhao Wenchang frowned. He didn't expect that the master he hired with so much money and connections would be so fragile and vulnerable.

After all, the old fritters who have lived in this complex and complex Beihai City for more than ten years, Zhao Wenchang naturally has more than one or two cards in his hand, and at the same time, he will not easily admit defeat.

Firstly, it’s not good in face, and secondly, if he, Zhao Wenchang, loses to a little ruffian like this, who would want to cooperate with their Zhao Group in the future?

After weighing the interests, Zhao Wenchang's expression calmed down again.

"Little brother, I know you are good at beating, but if you beat my son, it would be too disrespectful to me, Zhao Wenchang."

"Give you face?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Then your son plotted against my second sister and cheated me of 5000 million. When did you give me face?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Wenchang frowned all of a sudden.

Then, he glared at Zhao Longchen beside him like lightning.

He is old now, and he no longer manages the affairs of the group, but the public pays attention to relaxation and health preservation, so although he knows about Zhao Longchen's beating, Zhao Wenchang has no real inside story. clear.

Hearing Ye Feng's words at this time, Zhao Wenchang realized that something was wrong with his son.

"What the hell did you do?"

Zhao Wenchang looked at the trembling Zhao Longchen, and asked sharply.

"I..." Zhao Longchen faltered for a while, not daring to speak.

But at this time, Ye Feng came over and took a deep look at Zhao Wenchang: "It's nothing, your son just cheated me of 5000 million, and even designed to plot against my second sister, and tied my second sister to you asshole!" Group for several years..."

"Tell me, how should this account be settled?" Ye Feng asked lightly.

Zhao Wenchang's face turned green and pale for a while, and then he waved to the secretary beside him: "Xiao Wu, you are the closest to the chairman on weekdays, tell me, is what this little brother said true? .”

When the secretary saw Mr. Zhao Wenchang interrogating the matter in person, he immediately lowered his head: "The young master has indeed plotted against General Manager Ye Lin, and an hour ago, there was an inexplicable extra deposit of 5000 million in our company's account."

"Bastard!"

Zhao Wenchang suddenly became furious, and slapped Zhao Longchen's face with his backhand.

Although Zhao Wenchang didn't have Ye Feng's strength, his mouth was still extremely heavy, almost knocking Zhao Longchen, who was standing there without reacting, to the ground.

"Xiao Wu, within 3 minutes, immediately return this gentleman's 5000 million deposit!" Zhao Wenchang said decisively.

"Yes!"

Secretary Wu responded, and immediately ran to handle it.

"Don't, old Zhao, this matter can't just be left alone!" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and said in a calm manner.

As the world's top expert, his scheming and methods are naturally not much worse than Zhao Wenchang who has been in the old world for decades.

Although Zhao Wenchang is now showing a clear distinction between right and wrong, he is decisive in his actions, and he is sincere in admitting his mistakes.

But that's not because at this moment, Mr. Wang beside Zhao Wenchang was defeated by Ye Feng, and there was no one around him to protect him. Moreover, even if the 5000 million was returned, there would be no loss for the Zhao Group. It was originally Ye Feng's!
Ye Feng can rule the dark world of the West, how can these people compare his means and cruelty?
"What do you want?"

Zhao Wenchang, who was wearing a Tang suit, did not have the slightest fluctuation in his face, and asked indifferently.

"Your son imprisoned my second sister in this shit company for four or five years, shouldn't you make some compensation?" Ye Feng tilted his head and said with a half-smile.

"Okay, then I'll pay Ms. Ye another 500 million Chinese currency!" Zhao Wenchang said slowly with an ugly expression on his face.

"500 million?" Ye Feng's face changed slightly: "Are you begging for food?"

"Five million is not enough, how much do you want?" Zhao Wenchang asked in a deep voice, frowning almost together.

His premeditation and calculations were seen through by the young man, and he was still at a loss for a while.

Ye Feng touched his chin and stretched out a hand.

"This number."

Looking at the five slender fingers stretched out, Zhao Wenchang narrowed his eyes.

"5000?"

"No, no, no!" Ye Feng shook his head immediately.

"My second sister has worked in your group for so many years. She works hard, advises, and doesn't ask for compensation. How can 5000 million be enough? I'm talking [-] million!"

Ye Feng's words fell to the ground, and the whole hall was silent for a while, as if following a ghost.

Five billion!
Such a huge number, even the top enterprises in Beihai City, it is difficult to get all of them at once!
This is nothing short of extortion!
"Five hundred million? You are a little too unrealistic!"

Zhao Wenchang sneered again and again, staring at Ye Feng's eyes, and said mockingly: "500 million, the value of the woman next to you, I say [-] million is already very high."

"So you're not going to give it?"

The smile on Ye Feng's face was a little ruffian, but also a little cold.

"It's not that I won't give it, it's impossible to give it!" Zhao Wenchang said firmly.

"Hehe..." Just as Ye Feng was about to speak, he saw a commotion outside the Zhao Group. Several extended Rolls-Royces were parked by the side of the road, and a group of bodyguards opened the doors.

A woman in a long black dress came out slowly.

Ye Feng glanced through the glass door, his eyes flickering slightly.

But Zhao Wenchang, who was at the side, was a little confused: "With such a big posture, why does that person look familiar?"

At this time, Zhao Longchen, who had been beaten into a pig's head, slapped his forehead, and shouted as if suddenly realizing: "Dad, I suddenly remembered that people from the Beihai Group are coming to our company to discuss business today!"

At this time, Zhao Longchen couldn't care about other things, and asked directly to the security guard: "Who is the Beihai Group coming this time?"

"It's a woman, she seems to be called Mr. Lin..." said an employee.

"Boss Lin?" Ye Feng licked his lips and said to himself.

"Which Boss Lin?" Ye Longchen asked subconsciously.

"Beihai Beihai Group, there is only one President Lin!" Zhao Wenchang took a deep breath, looked at his son and said slowly.

"Could it be..." At this time, Ye Longchen's expression also became serious.