The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Ye Zhibing collected himself, and asked the third uncle, "Sanshu, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The third uncle thought that the strategy had succeeded, so he smiled and said: "The thing is very simple, that is, I have a mine in Nanshan, and now I have opened it to Nanshan Temple. Please help me persuade the abbot of Nanshan Temple to move. I will compensate him 500 yuan. Ten thousand."

Ye Zhibing understood that he was going to help the third uncle with the demolition, and the demolition object was a temple.

As for the demolition, if the compensation is proper, most people are willing to relocate.

The third uncle is willing to pay 500 million, but Nanshan Temple is unwilling to move, there must be some reason.

Or I think the compensation is too low, or I think this is my home, and I don’t want to move any money.

That is someone's choice, and there is no way to judge whether it is good or bad.

Ye Zhibing didn't dare to make a big deal, so he said ambiguously: "Let me try."

The third uncle said with a smile: "No problem, I will tell Mr. Ye the answer when Mr. Ye has settled this matter. Mr. Ye can ask. I am not bragging, Uncle San. He must keep his word."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "That is."

After supper, the third uncle appointed a middle-aged man named Sun Chengyi to be in charge of contacting Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing asked for Sun Chengyi's phone number and drove back to the hotel.

As soon as Ye Zhibing left, the person next to the third uncle said angrily: "Third uncle, why did you let this kid slip away like this, won't you avenge the young master?"

The third uncle had long since lost his smile, and with a livid face, he said in a low voice: "What do you know, I have already made arrangements. Let's go, let's go to the hospital."

Ye Zhibing returned to the hotel, parked his car, and went upstairs.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of the door opening in Alice's room next door.

Is Alice still up so late?

Ye Zhibing was puzzled.

Wearing a white nightgown, Alice poked her head out of the room and saw that Ye Zhibing was back, so she walked out.

"Miss Alice, why did I disturb you?"

Alice shook her head, "No, Mr. Ye, it's just that I had a nightmare, and I was scared and couldn't sleep."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly at Alice and said: "It turned out to be a nightmare. But Miss Alice, you are a psychologist, you should know that dreams are dreams, not real, so don't worry, drink a glass of water, sit down, and it should pass gone."

Alice said earnestly: "I, I really want to talk to someone, otherwise I will be very panicked."

Ye Zhibing thought for a while, although it was late, but he was going to the East China Sea tomorrow, and when things were done, Alice would return home, and the two might never have the chance to meet again.

Otherwise, take some time tonight to appease Alice and let her leave a warm memory in this country.

So Ye Zhibing said, "Then let me chat with you, okay?"

Alice couldn't wait for it, and said quickly, "Thank you, come to my room."

Ye Zhibing pulled out the key, followed Alice into her room, and sat down on the sofa chair by the window.

Alice asked Ye Zhibing if he wanted some tea.

Ye Zhibing nodded, "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Alice frantically boiled water, brewed two cups of tea, brought them to the small table next to the chair, sat next to Ye Zhibing, and chatted while drinking.

"Miss Alice, what did you dream about just now?"

Ye Zhibing took a sip of tea and asked softly.

Alice closed her eyes, recalled the dream just now, organized her words, and started to tell.

"Just now I fell asleep and dreamed of Paul. Paul was covered in blood and ran towards me, shouting for help..."

Ye Zhibing was taken aback, he was present when Paul died, but Alice still dreamed of such a terrible scene.

Of course, Paul was not covered in blood, but was poisoned to death.

Ye Zhibing listened quietly to Alice's description of meeting Paul in her dream, without interjecting.

Maybe what Alice needs at this time is to talk, and there is a very patient audience listening to her to talk about her inner distress.

And Ye Zhibing happened to be the very suitable candidate.

"Paul and I have known each other since we were in college. He is very nice and ambitious."

Alice focused on talking about her past with Paul.

Ye Zhibing listened for a while, then interrupted and asked, "After Paul goes to work, do you know exactly what he does?"

Alice quickly replied: "He told me he was in PR for Angel Oil."

Ye Zhibing sneered in his heart, poor girl, Paul is not that simple, he didn't tell you the truth.

Paul's Angel Petroleum Company is a big company in the West, with a lot of wealth and wealth. Of course, it does a lot of bad things. Sometimes it even does white-glove jobs for Western politicians who don't want to come forward. Do it by any means.

In the past, Ye Zhibing often confronted them in order to safeguard the interests of the country and the organization, and they even got to know each other very well.

Paul is deep in it, can he keep himself clean?
This time Paul came here to find Ye Zhibing, wasn't he sent by Angel Oil Company?
Unexpectedly, he died in a foreign land and his soul returned to heaven.

Ye Zhibing wouldn't tell Alice these things, and she didn't have to know.

When things are over, live the life of an ordinary western girl.

Right and wrong in the world are beyond her control as a girl.

After pouring out her inner distress, Alice was also sleepy.

Ye Zhibing offered to leave, and Alice got up to see him off.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for willing to listen to some of my nonsense."

Alice stood at the door to thank.

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "You're welcome, people here are very enthusiastic, if you stay for a long time, you will understand."

Alice said: "I understand, Mr. Ye, you are very enthusiastic."

Ye Zhibing just smiled and didn't answer.

Alice waved her hand, "Mr. Ye, I missed your rest, go to sleep."

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Okay, good night."

After returning to the room, Ye Zhibing simply washed up and went to bed to lie down.

He recalled what Alice said just now, and felt a little insomnia.

"Poor bone beside the Wuding River, still the person in the spring girl's dream."

For some reason, Ye Zhibing suddenly thought of these two lines of poetry, although they are not very appropriate, but Alice dreams of Paul, isn't it the same sadness and resentment?

Ye Zhibing gradually became sleepy, and his eyelids slowly closed.

When Ye Zhibing opened his eyes, it was already bright outside.

Ye Zhibing quickly checked the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Can't delay the schedule, Ye Zhibing washed his face and went to find Alice.

Alice had already packed up and was sitting in the room waiting.

"Miss Alice, why didn't you call me? You have to wait for a long time."

Alice smiled and said: "It's okay, you slept late yesterday, I'm sorry to disturb you to rest."