Improper stepping stone for men

After teasing his illegitimate brother, Yang Wendong felt refreshed instantly, and walked out of the club triumphantly with his good brother's shoulders on his shoulders.

"Do you think this is interesting?" Yang Yan didn't understand his thoughts very well, "If Yang Wencai goes back and sues you, Mr. Yang will definitely give you a scolding. If you quarrel with him again, he will be angry, but you will suffer too." Cursed, what good does it do you?"

"The advantage is that labor and capital are happy!" Yang Wendong said with a smile, "As long as the old man is unhappy, I will be happy!"

Yang Yan understood a little bit, he changed his mind and persuaded: "If one day you stand at a height beyond his reach, he, Yang Wencai, and even that woman have to curry favor with you in order to survive, will you be more serious? Are you happy?"

"That's a must!" Yang Wendong laughed when he thought of that scene, "The old man will not give him labor if he wants to, and tell him to take his illegitimate son and mistress to beg for food!"

"Then you come and work with me!" Yang Yan said indifferently, "In less than five years, I will make your dream come true."

Although Mr. Yang may not be around in two years, but let's talk about it first after deceiving someone.

Yang Wendong turned his head suddenly, with an expression of "I'm still young, don't fool me": "Brother, you are exaggerating too much! Although the old man's character is not very good, the strength of Yang's enterprise is still there."

"Now that everyone is on the same level, if you want to step on it in five years, I'm afraid it's just a dream!"

"Is it okay to say what you say?" Yang Yan hooked the corner of his lower lip confidently, "Why don't you come to my office to talk tomorrow?"

"Okay, my brother's talk has come to this point, it's a bit untrue if I don't accept it!" Yang Wendong made a gesture of surrender with both hands, "Can I see you at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon? I have to sleep in the morning .”

"Okay!" Yang Yan nodded without hesitation.

The two talked and laughed and walked to the parking place, each opened the car, and after saying goodbye, they parted ways.

Yang Yan drove away first, and Yang Wendong was about to open the door to get into the car after watching him go far away, when suddenly five or six people surrounded him, including him and the car, and the car keys were also snatched away.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Wendong raised his mobile phone and said, "If you dare to mess around, I will call the police!"

"Young Master Yang, Young Master He invites you to come over." The leader snatched his cell phone and said indifferently.

"He Zimo? He doesn't really have a problem with his brain, does he?" Yang Wendong's eyes widened in anger, "Lao-management has said that it has nothing to do with labor-management. It was his little lover who bumped into him, and labor-management hasn't even asked her for mental damage. Fei, what else does he want?"

"I don't know about these things. I'm only responsible for inviting Young Master Yang to be in front of Young Master He," the man said expressionlessly, "I hope you can cooperate a little bit, otherwise I don't mind getting rough."

"Who do you think you are? Do black people know?" Yang Wendong laughed angrily, "You also go crazy when He Zimo gets sick?"

"Hurry up and return the phone to me, and then leave the labor and management! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Then you can only offend." After the man finished speaking, he motioned for his subordinates to do something, and the people around him grabbed him without hesitation.

"Fuck! Are you serious?" Yang Wendong hurriedly avoided, but at this time several other people also surrounded him, and he was quickly restrained and taken to the car next to him.

The black commercial vehicle started quickly, a puff of green smoke was drawn between the tires and the ground, and with a harsh sound, it galloped away quickly.

At this time, Yang Yan went back and forth, his eyes fixed, and he drove closely behind without hesitation.

The two vehicles were speeding along the road one after the other, and the driver of the commercial vehicle quickly spotted the vehicle following them and yelled: "Boss, someone is following!"

The man in the collar looked back and recognized Mu Yangyan's car. He frowned and ordered, "Get rid of him!"

"Yes!" The commercial vehicle immediately began to weave through the traffic. The driver turned the steering wheel to the left sometimes to the right, overtaking and drilling gaps, and one car after another was left behind by them, causing horns and noises along the way. Scolding.

But the black off-road vehicle followed them closely all the time, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Boss, what should we do?" The driver panicked.

"Don't worry about him, just drive back to the villa." The man thought for a moment and said.

"Yes." The driver responded, and did not rob the road again, but the speed was still fast, and he drove to a villa area after about 10 minutes.

He accelerated and rushed towards the gate. Seeing that he was about to hit the barrier, he slammed on the brakes and stopped. The people in the car rushed forward under the influence of inertia. Wen Dong, who was suppressed in the middle of the back seat, almost flew out. Fortunately, the person next to him escaped with a pull, but his head unfortunately hit the seat.

"I'll wipe it!" he said angrily, "Can you drive?"

The driver gave him a cold look and didn't speak. The railing opened quickly, and he kicked the accelerator again and rushed in.

Seeing that the railing was lowered to separate the two cars, he laughed mockingly. Unexpectedly, the railing opened again soon, and the black off-road vehicle followed up lingeringly.

"Stupid, aren't you?" Yang Wendong sneered, "Both labor and capital also have a house here!"

The act of showing off his wealth caused everyone to glare at him, making him feel furious. This was the deep resentment from the social animals.

The car quickly stopped in front of a villa, and Yang Wendong was pushed out of the car. Without being restrained by others, he raised his face and smiled at the man who got off the off-road vehicle: "Sanhuo, brother, you are the most handsome today after all these years! But I still hope you remember to call the police."

"Forget." Yang Yan casually said after hanging up the phone with him.

It turned out that before Yang Wendong was robbed of the phone, he had quickly dialed the No. [-] phone number, which belonged to his good friend Mu Yangyan. That's why he knew about his brother's arrest, so he quickly turned around and rushed back. .

"It's over!" Yang Wendong said angrily, "Another one got caught."

"He Zimo dare not do anything to me." Yang Yan said confidently that he had already walked in front of them, snorted coldly, and said, "Let him go!"

"Master Mu, what can you say to Master He in person," the leading man took a step, stood in front of Yang Wendong, and said calmly, "Please don't make things difficult for us."

"Hard to do?" Yang Yan sneered, "What if I just want to make things difficult for you?"

"Then we can only be blunt." The man lowered his face.

Yang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly punched him in the abdomen. When he bent down in pain, he raised his leg and hit him on the chin, knocking him down.

"Boss!" The others cried out in alarm, and they all attacked him.

Yang Yan dodged a punch sideways, stretched out his hand and slashed at his neck with a knife, and knocked out another person. After that, he hit him three times, five times and two times. Within a minute, he beat everyone to the ground and couldn't stand up, including those who had been controlling Yang Wendong's two.

"Three fires! Awesome!" Yang Wendong moved his shoulder that was scratched twice, and gave him a thumbs up, "Brother, I just found out today that you are so good at fighting!"

"I only found out today." Yang Yan said lightly.

Yang Wendong thought he was joking, and gave him a "tss" in dissatisfaction.

He didn't know that Yang Yan was telling the truth. The original owner knew a little self-defense, but it was definitely not that powerful. He knew these things himself, but he had lost his memory long ago, so of course he wouldn't know.

When facing those few people just now, he just had an intuition that the other party could not pose a threat to him, and then he acted decisively based on his feeling, and the result was self-evident.

"Let's go," Yang Yan straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, "Since Young Master He invited us so enthusiastically, let's meet him."

"He Zimo is crazy!" Yang Wendong instantly aroused the anger in his heart, "Lao-management must beat him to the ground today!"

After he finished speaking, he strode to the door of the villa, clenching his five fingers into fists and pounding on the door vigorously: "Open the door! He Zimo, you bastard, get out of here!"

Yang Yan walked slowly behind him, looked at his irritable look and asked in puzzlement: "Does your hand not hurt? Why didn't you ring the doorbell?"

"..." Angrily beat Yang Wendong, whose hands were red.

Brother, don't look like this!How can you get angry when you call me that?

Yang Yan ignored him, lightly pressed the doorbell, and then stood there straight, like a polite guest invited.

Naturally, the nanny could not fail to hear the previous movement. She shrank carefully behind the door, afraid to open the door in fear, but the people outside did not leave because no one answered, and continued to ring the bell reluctantly.

"Wh, who is it?" The little nanny could only ask tremblingly through the intercom.

"Please tell Young Master He," Yang Yan said politely, "Mu Yangyan and Yang Wendong whom he sent to invite are here."

"Please wait a moment." Seeing that he was good-looking and had a good attitude, the little nanny was relieved, and temporarily gave up her plan to call the police.

"Okay, thank you." Yang Yan said politely.

"Sanhuo, are we here to find fault?" Yang Wendong was puzzled by his attitude, "Why do you look like you were really invited as a guest?"

"Aren't you here as a guest?" Yang Yan chuckled, "He Zimo sent so many people to invite you, we should be more polite."

Just when the second monk Yang Wendong couldn't figure it out, the little nanny who was going to pass the message came out. She politely welcomed the two into the room, offered them two cups of tea, asked them to sit down and left.

Soon He Zimo came down from upstairs. He walked quickly in front of the two with his long legs, with a stiff smile on his face: "Young Master Mu, I didn't intend to drag you in."

Yang Yan looked up at him indifferently, and said: "Wen Dong is my good brother, you invited him to be your guest so warmly, and I want to thank you too."

"I think this is a personal grievance between the two of us." He Zimo said with an ugly face.