The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

After hearing Xia Meng's request, Feng Mo did not have any doubts. Instead, he felt that Xia Meng was right to think so. At least Xia Meng's attitude towards dealing with things was positive.

"This?" Feng Mo hesitated. After all, some things involved personal privacy. Although Xia Meng was Feng Mo's subordinate, the time they had spent together was too short, and Feng Mo could not completely trust Xia Meng.

Xia Meng saw Feng Mo's hesitation and grabbed Feng Mo's arm. Her helpless eyes tilted undisguisedly, allowing Feng Mo to see everything.

"Brother Feng, I...I just want to be fine, Brother Feng, please."

"Brother Feng is here. I only know you. If even you don't help me, I really..." Xia Meng's eyes began to turn red as she spoke.

"I really don't know what to do."

Feng Mo still felt a little guilty towards Xia Meng. It was unfortunate that Xia Meng was valued by Master Fan on the first day he brought her to the Dynasty.

Feng Mo hesitated for a moment, then said,

"That's fine, but..." Feng Mo stared at Xia Meng and reminded her solemnly,

"I can tell you, but you can't tell anyone else."

Xia Meng assured again and again, "Thank you, Brother Feng. Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone."

Feng Mo nodded, then lowered his voice and said to Xia Meng,

"You should know something about Mr. Fan's temper."

Xia Meng nodded, "I know a little bit, but I'm not smart, so I hope Brother Feng can give me more advice."

Feng Mo nodded, "Okay!"

"Mr. Fan is his father's only son, so he has been spoiled since he was young. He has developed a lawless personality and no one can control him. He only listens to what his uncle says."

"Mr. Fan's uncle?" Xia Meng asked curiously with eyes wide open.

"Who is Mr. Fan's uncle?"

Feng Mo looked around, then carefully reminded, "Mr. Fan's uncle is a very important person. It is impossible for us little people to meet him normally, but..."

Feng Mo's voice lowered, "His uncle is also a frequent visitor here, but even when he comes, he uses a special passage, so few people can see him."

Xia Meng looked at Feng Mo with admiration, "It's hard for ordinary people to see this, but you know it, Brother Feng. Brother Feng, you have a wide network of contacts! You really deserve to be called Brother Feng!"

Facing Xia Meng's compliment, Feng Mo was very happy and said, "No, no, although I am just a small figure, I have been in the Dynasty for a long time and know many people, so I do have some face."

Xia Meng continued to flatter, "Brother Feng, who is Mr. Fan's uncle? I'm really curious, just tell me!"

Although Feng Mo was flattered by Xia Meng's compliments, when he heard Xia Meng's question, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed across his face, as if he was reluctant to tell Xia Meng.

Xia Meng saw it and immediately said,

"Brother Feng, I'm just curious. Even if I knew, so what? I'm just a nobody like Brother Feng. I hardly ever see those big shots. Even if I did, I don't have any evidence. If I go out and talk nonsense, no one will believe me. Besides, how can I dare to go out and talk nonsense about big shots like them?"

After listening to Xia Meng's words, Feng Mo nodded, thinking that what Xia Meng said made sense.

What could small people like them do even if they knew such a secret?

Do they dare to say it?

Even if they dare to say it, will anyone believe them?

Even if someone believes them, do they have evidence?

Even if they have evidence, what's the use?

Those people are very powerful, and they are not someone that small people like them can deal with easily.

So Feng Mo looked around, and then whispered a name into Xia Meng's ear.

When Xia Meng heard that name, her pupils dilated instantly. It was actually... him!

Feng Mo finished speaking and patted Xia Meng on the shoulder.

"Okay, this matter is between you and me, so don't tell anyone else."

"As for you, just serve Master Fan well. His uncle probably doesn't need you to serve him."

Xia Meng nodded and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Feng, for reminding me." Then Xia Meng asked again,

"Brother Feng, what kind of person is Mr. Fan's father?"

"Boss Fan?" Feng Mo thought about it carefully, then said,

"Boss Fan is also a frequent visitor to the Dynasty. He looks rough, but he is actually a very cautious person. He is generous, but he has a bad temper and holds grudges very much!"

"I remember that year, someone offended Boss Fan. That person had a very deep background, but Boss Fan didn't get angry at the time. The next year, after that person fell, Boss Fan had him arrested and brought to Dynasty, where he was humiliated!"

"However, perhaps because Young Master Fan is often here, Boss Fan rarely looks for girls to play with in Royal Dynasty," Feng Mo whispered to Xia Meng.

"But if Boss Fan comes with friends, he will also play with the girls, and the play is... very crazy!"

"Boss Fan is a man who cares about his reputation and likes to show off. He has a private room in our Dynasty, on the top floor..." At this point, Feng Mo glanced at Xia Meng.

"Big shots can go directly to the top floor through a special passage."

"There are several halls on the top floor, but I've never been there," Feng Mo said with a click of his tongue. "Only the top stars of the Dynasty often go there to play with the big shots."

"Even if you follow Young Master Fan, Boss Fan will most likely not take you seriously. If you meet Boss Fan, just behave yourself. Boss Fan doesn't think highly of people like us."

"I have heard that in order to improve his genes, Boss Fan plans to marry his son to a beautiful girl with a good family background and high education. It's not that there are no girls in our dynasty with high education, but their family backgrounds don't match!"

"How could a girl from a good family come to our dynasty?"

Xia Meng nodded continuously, and then asked, "What about Mr. Fan's friends? What kind of tempers do they have? Is there anything I need to pay special attention to?"

Feng Mo thought about it, then lowered his voice and told Xia Meng some of the things he knew.

Xia Meng nodded as she listened. After Feng Mo finished speaking, Xia Meng thanked Feng Mo sincerely.

"Thank you, Brother Feng. I'll remember that!"

Feng Mo put his arm around Xia Meng's shoulders and said, "Hey, if you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me. I will definitely help you if I can, but you also know that Brother Feng is just a small figure in the Dynasty. If I can't help you, I hope you won't blame me."

"How could that be!" Xia Meng said sincerely, "Brother Feng has helped me a lot."

Feng Mo looked at Xia Meng with an admiring smile.

"I know that you are different from other women, Xue'er. Brother Feng is so good to you. Remember, Brother Feng is very touched. In the Dynasty..., everyone has to help each other in order to live a better life. Do you understand?"

Xia Meng smiled brightly, "...Brother Feng, don't worry, I understand!"

Feng Mo showed satisfaction in his eyes, and then he turned to Xia Meng.

"Let's go, Master Fan must be getting impatient."

Xia Meng nodded, then followed Feng Mo to the previous box.

Feng Mo stood at the door and said to Xia Meng, "Let's go, remember what I told you."

Xia Meng, "Yeah."

Feng Mo took a step forward and opened the door, with a flattering smile immediately on his face.

"Master Fan, Xue'er is here!"

Feng Mo came close to Fan Shaodong, bent over, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Master Fan, you have a good eye. Xue'er is my latest discovery. I think she is prettier than our oiran. I wanted to let her participate in the oiran election, but since you are backing her, I don't think it's necessary."

"Xue'er is so lucky to be favored by you as soon as she arrives. "

Fan Shaodong glanced at Feng Mo nonchalantly, then said,

"You...Feng Mo, right?"

Feng Mo hurriedly said, "It's me, it's me!"

Fan Shaodong looked proud and said, "Well, you are very good."

Then Fan Shaodong looked at Xia Meng, with a much more genuine smile on his face. He extended his hand to Xia Meng. Xia Meng endured the nausea and sat down next to Fan Shaodong.

Fan Shaodong, like a domineering CEO, held Xia Meng in his arms with one hand and asked Xia Meng in a low voice,

"Do you want to compete for the title of Oiran? If you want, I can make you the Oiran."

Xia Meng showed a shy smile on her face.

"No, you know, I'm shy, and I already have you, so it doesn't matter to me whether I compete for the title of Oiran or not."

"good!"

Fan Shaodong was very satisfied with Xia Meng's answer. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Xia Meng, and said to Xia Meng generously,

"There's a million dollars in this card, spend it as you like. Tell me when you're done and I'll transfer the money back to you."

Xia Meng pretended to be surprised, "Thank you! Mr. Fan is so nice to me!"

A vain smile appeared on Fan Shaodong's face.

Feng Mo, who was standing aside, was secretly shocked when he saw Fan Shaodong spend one million. Although spending one million was not a rare thing in the Dynasty, there were not many women who could make Fan Shaodong spend one million.

Thinking of this, Feng Mo subconsciously looked at Xia Meng. When he saw Xia Meng's face, Feng Mo's heart couldn't stop aching again.

Alas, Feng Mo seemed to see Fan Shaodong pulling out his own cash cow with his own hands.

This is the cash cow that he fell in love with at first sight!

However, although Feng Mo was complaining in his heart, he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

Mr. Fan is not a good person, and Feng Mo really doesn't dare to provoke him.

Mr. Fan raised his head and looked at Feng Mo.

"Why don't you leave?"

Feng Mo's expression stiffened when he heard this, and he pulled the corners of his mouth.

"I'm leaving right now. If you have anything to say later, Master Fan, just let me know."

There were many people who wanted to do things for Fan Shaodong. After hearing Feng Mo's words, Fan Shaodong didn't have any ideas in his mind and just nodded perfunctorily.

Xia Meng said,

"Mr. Fan, Brother Feng is very nice to me."

After hearing what Xia Meng said, Fan Shaodong laughed at her.

"You just haven't seen the world. When I take you to see the world, you will know that I am the only one who treats you well."

However, Fan Shaodong still took Xia Meng's words to heart and said to Feng Mo who was about to leave,

"In the Dynasty, if you encounter any problems that you cannot solve, you can report my name."

Feng Mo was overjoyed!

"Oh, Mr. Fan..., thank you, Mr. Fan, thank you, Mr. Fan!"

Feng Mo kept bowing to Fan Shaodong, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing,

"Thank you, Mr. Fan!"

Fan Shaodong looked at Feng Mo bowing to him repeatedly, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, but he was not stupid, instead he added,

"However, if you use my name to do evil things outside, be careful or I will kill you myself!"

The smile on Feng Mo's face froze, and then his expression became serious, and he said hurriedly,

"No, no! I wouldn't dare. Please rest assured, Master Fan."

Only then did Fan Shaodong nod in satisfaction and signaled Feng Mo that he could leave.

After Feng Mo went out, Fan Shaodong pulled Xia Meng to sing and drink together.

"Oh, this is so boring!" Suddenly a young man with yellow hair stood up and said to Fan Shaodong,