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Halfway through the physical transaction between the two of them that day, Zhan Yifei suddenly turned around and left, leaving the young master Zhengye lying on the bed alone, regretting too much.

He was frustrated that he should endure it a little longer, and he might eat it if he endured it any longer. He was frustrated that he felt like he had lost his mind when he saw this kid, and he was woken up every morning by a handsome man.

After returning to his sanity, Yan Qin couldn't help feeling a little angry. Zhan Yifei simply regarded himself as a winner. If 6000 million yuan was exchanged into hundred-dollar bills, it would pile up very high. If it were exchanged into coins, there would be thousands of tons. Everyone has to kneel down and call him "Grandpa" and knock their heads on the ground until they are broken.But this kid actually took the money and ran away, only sending a flimsy IOU.

Didn't that actress surnamed Liu get revenge by being stripped naked, humiliated and retaliated against because of her inaccurate assessment of herself?But if someone treats her as a winner, at least they still enjoy it!Yan Qin tore up the IOU, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, but he didn't dare to take this anger directly on Zhan Yifei.

After thinking about it, I feel that Lao Pu is still insightful. Like Li Hongzhang, he knows how to save the country with curves.

He wanted to do it early in the morning, but because his father has been in Shanghai these days.No matter how cruel the young master of the Zhengye Group is, he has to submit to him as soon as he sees his father.

Yan Zhongyu was in Shanghai for the past two days to participate in a warm-up event organized by the Zhengye Group's annual business meeting. The scale is not bad, with a hundred or so people, spanning three years of politics, business, and education. Some big names in the entertainment industry will also come to kneel and lick.It is said that just to have a chat with Yan Zhongyu, a group of business people squeezed their heads, especially the young entrepreneurs who are about the same age as Fang Funong. Just borrowed strength and made great strides.

Yan Qin didn't want to show up at such a boring meeting, but his father ordered him to attend.And only smile, no chatter.

Yan Qin was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey him.Taking advantage of the fact that his father was so busy that Longyan could not see him for a few days, he decided that he had to eat Zhan Yifei before talking, otherwise he would be vomited to death by his own uselessness.

In order to show his sincerity, he went out in person, asked Lao Pu out, and sat on the other party's disgustingly purple BMW.

Yan Qin's original intention was definitely not to hurt Zhan Yuanyuan, this is his sister-in-law, he just wanted to invite Zhan Yuanyuan to "sit for a while", so he also invited Zhan Yifei along the way.As a result, Zhan Yuanyuan ran away as soon as he saw him, faster than a rabbit who saw an eagle, and was hit by a car in a panic.

Blood splattered all over the ground, directly frightening the driver who caused the accident.The doctor said that the fortune was picked up, but the treatment and recovery must be very careful, otherwise nine out of ten will be lame.

Zhan Yifei was stopped outside the ward, and Ma Huili cried so loudly that she was not allowed to approach her daughter, and she was not even allowed to look through the ward door.

Zhan Yifei raised his head in a daze, looked around, Wen Yu was not there, Xue Tong was lying down, his sister-in-law had changed, but he was always an outsider in this family.

"It's you who caused the trouble! Since your second uncle brought you back, nothing good has happened to our family!" Ma Huili raised her hand and opened her mouth, making Zhan Yifei's ears ringing, "You turned the company into a mess!" That way, you can’t even sell it now! Your dad can only sell the steel factory!”

Does this mean that he kept Mi Ya?Zhan Yifei didn't have time to think about it carefully, because Ma Huili raised her hand and slapped him again. The way this woman slaps someone's mouth is quite ridiculous, because she can't reach it unless she jumps up and hits.

But her strength was astonishing, and for three to five minutes after the beating, Zhan Yifei found that he could not hear anything, and he didn't know whether it was because he was too hungry or because he was dizzy from the beating.

He lowered his head instinctively, pushed Ma Huili away and broke into the ward, and then saw a rather embarrassing scene——

The aunt who accompanied the bed happened to be cleaning the urinal for my sister.A dirty urinal filled with yellowish urine was placed on the stool. The auntie carefully raised one of the girl's movable legs, put a clean urinal on it, covered it with toilet paper, and pulled the removed underwear for her. superior.

The hospital bed was quite narrow, Zhan Yuanyuan lay there, his skinny appearance was like a flower planted in the alcove.With a bandage on her body and a tube inserted in her nose, she turned her neck with difficulty, saw her brother standing aside in a daze, and burst into tears with a "wow".

She pulled the quilt with a moving hand, trying to cover her half-exposed lower body.

"The family is unlucky! This is the family's misfortune!" Ma Huili shouted very dramatically, trying to drive the young people who were stuck in the ward out.But Zhan Yifei couldn't hear at all, he indifferently endured a woman's pinching and pushing, watching her lips move, her face was old and ferocious.

Walking out of the ward, the smell of disinfectant and blood mixed with the smell of urine drilled into his pores, Zhan Yifei felt that he was about to vomit again.

Squatting on the ground, the skin of his palm touched the stubble on his face, and his throat kept making retching sounds.His body had been smashed to pieces, leaving only a layer of skin wrapped around him. He tightly covered his mouth, fearing that when he opened his mouth, what he would spit out was not filth but flesh and blood.

A boy in sportswear stood timidly far away from the ward, looking at him all the time, wanting to speak but not daring to speak, Zhan Yifei couldn't remember such an ordinary appearance, let alone he only had one thought now.

He wants to kill Yan Qin.

The kick-off meeting of the Zhengye Business Annual Conference was held as scheduled, and the venue was on the Bund pier, where the yacht that Yan Qin had just bought was moored.The wind on the Huangpu River is gentle, and there are many celebrities and beauties.Because all the people who attended the kick-off meeting were famous people, under the arrangement of Zhengye Group, dozens of private bodyguards patrolled the venue, and the police from this jurisdiction also came.

When the event entered the buffet session, Yan Zhongyu was sitting on the side facing Jiang Jing, Li Hui was sitting beside him, and Zhan Rong was also sitting with him, appreciating knives.

A half-meter-long Tibetan knife, the scabbard is beautiful and generous, and the decoration is very rough and aesthetically pleasing, but it is a pity that it does not have a sharpened edge.

The two men were chatting while rewarding the knife, and the woman occasionally interjected a sentence or two.Yan Qin did not shy away from Li Hui appearing in public together with him. Compared with his wife who could neither leave the hall nor the kitchen, this woman was beautiful, dignified and decent.

The topic jumps from south to north, and it will inevitably fall back to Rong Xing and Mi Ya in the end.

"I originally wanted to buy Rongxing, but your elder brother refused to let it go. After several rounds of talks, it failed. But now, the land he invested in has become a 'ghost town'. I can wait for him to go bankrupt. The property is auctioned."

"I just visited that place recently." Li Hui nodded, "I parked at the intersection for about [-] minutes, and there wasn't a single car or pedestrian passing by in front of me. It was so easy to build, and the vacancy rate of commercial housing is over [-]%.”

Yan Zhongyu smiled at Li Hui, "So you want to buy Miya, and I never objected to it. Even if you spend two to three hundred million on Banyan Star, he won't be able to survive."

"No, I don't plan to buy Miya anymore."

"What's the matter?" Yan Zhongyu was puzzled, "The leak in the house happens to be raining all night, and it doesn't cost you much to buy Miya at this time."

"It's true that I wanted to lower the price at the beginning, but no matter how low the price is, I can't buy a bunch of garbage." Yan Zhongyu didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the cosmetics industry, but Li Hui, who runs Huazhiyue, was very concerned about any troubles in this industry. Knows everything.As she said at the time, Fang Fu Nong, what she valued was MIYA's production base in Suzhou and wide distribution channels, but now that neither of them exist, she doesn't need to focus on MIYA. "Not one of the hard-to-find technical experts in those industries remained, the factory lost nearly ten million in production equipment, and half of the agents ran away. Such a company is worthless at all."

"Xiaohui," Yan Zhongyu smiled, "You are so sympathetic."

A lock of her black hair was blown by the river wind, and Li Hui returned with a bright and cute smile: "I don't sympathize with drowning dogs, not because drowning is not pitiful, but because only stupid dogs fall into drowning."

Recently, Li Hui suddenly fell in love with Su Tong's book "Talented Talents and Martial Arts". After reading it repeatedly, the last sentence of the book particularly impressed her——

The story of Empress Wuzhao is unique for more than 1000 years. Who will forget Empress Wuzhao?Who can imitate the Empress Wu Zhao?

For Yan Zhongyu, Li Hui hated and complained, but she was also grateful and admired.These conflicting emotions came together perfectly in a man who was very different from any man she had ever known, Fang Funong included.

The two men were still chatting when they suddenly heard commotion from the crowd.

Zhan Yifei appeared here uninvited, and jumped on Yan Qin as soon as he saw him.One man was murderous, while the other laughed. The two chased each other on the pier like a cat chasing a mouse.It wasn't until this time that Yan Qin felt that this event was not so boring. He regretted not listening to Lao Pu earlier - you see, once Zhan Yuanyuan was provoked, wouldn't Zhan Yifei automatically come to the door?

A man jumped up, stepped on a dining table with exquisite western food, jumped off in a hurry, and ran away.The other also followed the opponent's footsteps and chased after him.The people who were dining uttered exclamations, and after a while, the guests at the other dining table also suffered, because Zhan Yifei directly pushed the table down and threw it on Yan Qin.

Zhan Yifei also pressed his body up, and punched the opponent's face one after another. A few punches missed Yan Qin's body, but hit the ground directly. His own knuckles were also torn and bleeding Although he was bleeding, he still didn't stop, with the viciousness to kill the other party.

Yan Qin was beaten terribly, but laughed wildly: "It's so cool... so cool!"

Chickens and dogs were in a mess, and the bodyguards in the venue didn't know how to deal with this unexpected incident. Their young master obviously seemed to be enjoying it, so it seemed inappropriate to intervene at this time.

The bodyguards stood aside in a daze, and Yan Zhongyu ignored them.Many well-known people in the venue looked at him quietly with strange eyes, but he sat still like Mount Tai.Looking at the hidden knife in his hand, he asked Li Hui, "What's going on?"

"I heard that Zhan Bo's daughter was hit by a car and became crippled. Your son was there at the time." Li Hui answered truthfully, seemingly impartial, and did not add insult to injury.

"Oh, I've been busy with business these years, so I've neglected to discipline him." Yan Zhongyu sighed, and turned to look at his son—Yan Qin didn't notice that Lao Tzu's eyes were on him, even if he was punched by the opponent, Even when he was so strangled that his face was flushed and he was almost dying, he still danced and shouted and laughed like crazy.

Yan Zhongyu asked Li Hui again: "Does he really like this kid surnamed Zhan?"

"It's quite infatuated." Li Hui smiled, "Probably because he just bought a yacht, he withdrew 6000 million from the company account, and it should have been given to Zhan Yifei."

Yan Zhongyu thought for a while, then raised his wrist and gestured to a bodyguard.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and when Yan Qin was about to be strangled, a group of bodyguards swarmed up and grabbed Zhan Yifei.

Zhan Yifei's eyes had already turned red, and he refused to be bound. He didn't expect to be punched as soon as he struggled. Fei even vomited out his stomach juice, and was forced to kneel on the ground by two men on one left and one on the right holding his shoulders.

"What are you doing!" Yan Qin finally got up and yelled at the bodyguards, "Let him go! I'm flirting with my baby, I'm comfortable! I'm happy! Fuck your shit?!"

Just as the bodyguards were about to let go, they heard a voice behind them, "Don't let go."

Yan Zhongyu came over, still holding the unsharp Tibetan knife in his hand.Walking in front of the young man, he pulled out the knife and put the tip of the knife against the other man's throat——

In fact, they are not uncommon. When they met, Zhan Yifei sometimes called him "Uncle Yan", but now, Yan Zhongyu acted as if he didn't know each other. He lifted Zhan Yifei's face with the tip of a knife and looked at him , and then said, "6000 million is too expensive for prostitution."

Zhan Yifei raised his head, his dark eyes were slightly closed, looking sad and desperate.

Yan Zhongyu sent his arm forward vigorously, and the unsharp tip of the knife sank deeply into his neck, almost like tearing a layer of paper, piercing him.

"Old bastard! You—" Yan Qin cursed in a hurry, and was caught by the bodyguard just as he was about to pounce on Lao Tzu.

"I will take care of my son for the old Zhan." Yan Zhongyu looked up at Zhan Rong, and said with a smile, "I forgot, I also have the same surname as you."

Zhan Rong looked away and looked elsewhere, "It's not my son anyway."

Even if it is an unsharp handicraft Tibetan knife, if it is directly chopped on the face or body, it will be a terrible pain.At first the bodyguards had to hold Zhan Yifei's shoulders, but later they didn't need to. The young man collapsed limply, beaten like a fish on a chopping board.

"Old bastard! How dare you fucking beat me!" In front of a group of guests, the young master of the Zhengye Group jumped like a clown, yelling, "I, I beat myself to death! I'll fucking kill you!"

The more Yan Qin scolded, the more Yan Zhongyu beat Zhan Yifei, cursing and cursing, Yan Qin understood and didn't dare to scold him anymore.

Zhan Yifei had a bloody head, a broken nose bone, and two broken ribs. He was picked up by two bodyguards like a puddle of mud, and thrown into the street.

Many people saw this scene, but no one cared, not even the police.Zhengye Group's public relations are the most in place, such a small matter will not be published in the newspapers tomorrow.

Yan Qin always turned a blind eye to what Yan Qin did in his daily life. It was not because he spoiled his son, but he just felt that it was natural for the rich to entertain the poor, and it was not worth intervening.But today it had gone too far, and his son had humiliated him on such an important occasion.

Yan Zhongyu threw away the hidden knife in his hand, and slapped his son with a backhand. He said, get out of the country immediately, and don't embarrass me by staying in the country!I can leave the money to you, or donate all the money!

Yan Qin was beaten badly, and Zhan Yifei was beaten even worse, but he still seemed to want to stand up.After struggling to climb two meters on the ground, when he got close to a utility pole, he supported it, wobbled, and straightened his spine.

There are small advertisements posted on the telephone poles for the recruitment of "Mr. Public Relations" in the clubhouse, requiring an open style of work and promising high salaries every day.

His whole body was in pain, the pain was so painful, Zhan Yifei stared at the paper for a while, the blood on his head suddenly flowed into his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.