The Monster President is going crazy again

"Boss, Mr. Ryan just got off the plane."

"Ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yan's phone vibrated.

Ahao answered the phone for him.

"Boss, Ryan will meet at the Kelaixiang Hotel at 4pm."

"4 O'Clock?"

Ye Yan's eyes were a little solemn, and he seemed dissatisfied with the time.

"Boss, do you need to change the time?"

"Five o'clock, that's just the right time."

The man sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, and he turned his lighter on and off but didn't light it.

He Wenhao didn't ask too many questions, thinking that the boss might have other things to do, so he changed the appointment time.

The Kelaixiang Hotel.

A fit, hot woman in a tight skirt.

The close-fitting design of the skirt makes the woman's curves more obvious, and her whole body exudes sexiness and charm.

………………

A middle-aged foreign man hugged a woman and kissed her passionately.

Ye Yan and He Wenhao arrived at the door of the suite. The bodyguard standing at the door bowed to Ye Yan and greeted him, then turned around and knocked on the door of the room.

The people inside did not respond.

Ye Yan's eyes were fierce, and the bodyguard standing at the door was scared. He had no choice but to knock on the door again.

"Damn it, I'm doing something, just get out of here!"

There was swearing in a foreign language inside the room.

To Ye Yan, these words meant a death sentence.

He took two steps back, and He Wenhao kicked the door open.

The man and woman sitting on the sofa looked towards the door at the same time.

The woman stood up quickly.

………………

Ye Yan sighed.

The woman pulled her skirt up.

I glanced at the ground...

Then she curled the corners of her mouth, not caring at all, and raised her eyebrows at the man who broke in.

Ye Yan simply ignored the woman and strode in.

"Mr. Ryan, how elegant." The voice was extremely sarcastic.

"Ayan, I can't help it. I was supposed to come at 5 o'clock, but you changed it to 5 o'clock. I was so anxious that I couldn't help it."

"It seems that I have disturbed Mr. Ryan." Ye Yan sat down on a single sofa and lit a cigarette.

"No, no, Ayan, it's just that the beauties from Country Z are too enthusiastic... But I like Oriental beauties the most."

Mr. Ryan waved his hand and asked the beautiful woman standing next to him to leave first.

The woman's eyes were still fixed on Ye Yan. How great it would be if she could have sex with such a handsome, good-looking and strong man.

The woman's thoughts seemed to be guessed by the man. Ye Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a look of disdain.

The woman twisted her slender waist and walked past Ye Yan in a seductive manner. There was a vulgar smell of perfume. Ye Yan reached out and touched his nose, feeling disgusted.

Ryan got dressed.

Then he sat down and said:

"Ah Yan, I need you to help me transport a batch of goods from Thailand to the United States. Everyone knows that the commission of the Scorpio Death Squad is high. There is no other way. For the sake of safety, this batch of goods is large in quantity and very important. I need your mercenary group."

"Ryan, you bought 3000 rifles and 5000 grenades from me last month. I thought you were going to make a scene. You bought so many weapons, but you don't even have a single person? Do you need my soldiers to deliver the goods for you?"

In order to consolidate his personal power in the United States, Ryan purchased a huge amount of weapons from Ye Yan. Only two months later, he came to him again. Ye Yan thought that the goods were not enough.

It seems that Ryan is not planning to buy weapons, but has other ideas.

"What kind of stuff? Explain clearly."

Ye Yan flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked directly to the point.

According to Ye Yan's rules, what goods are shipped and who the contact person is must be clear and explicit. This is the rule of the Scorpio Death Squad.

"That's right, that's right, Ayan, you just need to send out the people. Can you please not worry about the goods?" Ryan stuttered.

Ye Yan sneered. It was a waste of his time. What business could he talk about with someone who didn't even follow his rules?

Ye Yan stood up and was about to leave.

"Ayan, I am really sincere about this cooperation. The commission will be 50-50." Ryan also stood up.

"Hey, you mean to give me money? You want to use my shipping channels?"

Ye Yan has seen all kinds of storms. Before Ryan even sticks his butt out, Ye Yan knows whether he is going to poop or pee.

"A seller should only sell goods, not deliver them? Ryan, are you trying to drag me down? What I hate most is committing a crime. You dare to provoke me even though you know it. Are you tired of being a congressman?"

It was obvious that Ye Yan's mood had become very bad.

"Ah Yan - this is a business that makes money quickly, why don't you make money?"

Ryan still wanted to persuade Ye Yan. He thought, as for money, it would be unreasonable not to earn it even if it came right to your door.

Ye Yan, who was standing opposite Ryan, took a puff of cigarette, blew out the smoke slowly, leaned forward, and put out the remaining half of the cigarette in the ashtray.

The air pressure in the room was extremely low, and there was a terrifying aura.

Ryan smiled and waited for Ye Yan to nod.

Before Ryan could react, Ye Yan grabbed his short hair with his big hand and slammed him directly onto the coffee table. The force was so great that the coffee table exploded in an instant. Blood spurted out of Ryan's head and broken glass was stuck on his face.

The bodyguard standing behind Ryan was caught by He Wenhao before he could draw his gun. He immediately confiscated his pistol and hit the bodyguard's head with a backhand blow, causing blood to flow all over his face.

"Ryan, don't forget who helped you get promoted to the position of congressman. Poison fans are my bottom line. You don't want to do this anymore, you don't want to live anymore!"

Ye Yan pressed his elbow on the back of Ryan's neck, and his face was rubbed on the broken glass, already bloody.

"I hate people who don't listen the most."

Ye Yan pressed Ryan's head, and as the glass was about to pierce his eyeball, Ryan begged for mercy:

"Ayan, there won't be a next time."

Ye Yan raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile. He patted Ryan's face and let go of his head.

Ryan had difficulty getting up for a moment, and lay there trembling all over.

"I'm sorry to disturb your elegance. If you call a few more, it'll be my responsibility."

The beautiful woman who had been waiting at the door for a long time entered the room.

"what--"

A scream.

Scared.

Ye Yan and He Wenhao had already walked away.

Ye Yan sat in the back seat, leaning back on the leather seat, closing his eyes to rest, his fingers tapping on the chair occasionally.

The Bugatti C18 parked in front of the school gate was extremely eye-catching.

A little after 6 o'clock.

A large group of college students poured out of the school gate, of varying heights and weights. The girl walked out from the group of students.

She has a fair and clean face and is pretty. She is not tall, but her legs are dazzlingly white. Her ponytail is tied high, and when she walks it seems as if the ribbons are dancing, full of vitality.

The girl dressed neatly, with her shirt buttons all the way to her neck, and she didn't mind it being too tight.

He still looks like a middle school student.

Even though she was not tall, Ye Yan still saw her first among the crowd.