On the night Murong Wuxin talked with Sun Xiucai, Murong Wuxin’s information was also placed in front of Ye Fan.
At the same time, Song Hongyan's video also came.
While eating instant noodles, Ye Fan opened the video and soon saw a charming woman in red clothes.
"How come you have time to come to video?"
Seeing the familiar face, Ye Fan felt soft: "Is the Xiangguo business done?"
"Qian Film Company reopened and completed the merger of Baolai House, which has become the largest film and television group in the country."
Song Hongyan smiled softly:
"Jin Zhilin has also changed to a bigger storefront. I will transfer Hua Yanyu to take charge of the overall situation."
"I also bought the Seventy-Two Golden Houses to build our place in Xiangguo."
"The Peninsula City State sold out."
"The top ten pharmaceutical factories have completed integration!"
"The Xiangguo is slowly completing our plan."
"But I called today not to report to you the record of Xiangguo."
Song Hongyan sat on a single sand on a white terrace: "I'm here to tell you about the Murong family."
Ye Fan, who happened to flip through a few pages of information, smiled and said:
"Murong Wuxin is Tang Pingfan's uncle, and he is also your relative. Do you want love?"
He was also surprised to see the relationship between the Murong family and the Tang Sect just now.
But he can now face it calmly. If the Murong family doesn't provoke him, he will not attack him.
But if the Murong family wanted to stab the knife, Ye Fan would not say mercy to Song Hongyan's relatives.
"plead?"
Song Hongyan smiled charmingly:
"The wealthy family is ruthless, and brothers and sisters can kill each other, let alone Tang Pingfan's uncle."
"Don't say I have no relationship with him or have never met him."
"Even if there is feelings, as long as he blocks your way, I will support you in the process of stepping on him."
She expressed her position simply and neatly so that Ye Fan would not be scruples because of her relationship.
"With your words, I can let go of the battle."
Ye Fan laughed: "But do you want to say hello to Tang Pingfan? Why do Murong Wuxin say that he is also his uncle?"
Although Ye Fan had no good impression of Tang Pingfan, the Tang Sect supported him several times.
Especially with the unconditional financial support of Xiangguo World War I, he is still grateful.
So I also want to give Tang Pingfan some respect.
Maybe Tang Pingfan could convince Murong Wuxin not to intervene in the battle in West China, so as to avoid the embarrassment of the two sides' wars.
"Murong Wuxin is indeed Tang Pingfan's uncle, but the two sides had a falling out many years ago."
"When the old leader of the Tang Sect was still there, Murong Wuxin got closer to Tang Sanguo."
Song Hongyan raised her legs, held a glass of red wine, and smiled lazyly at Ye Fan:
"Old Mrs. Tang is Murong, Tang Pingfan's mother...well, my grandma."
"She saw that the power of Tang Sanguo was rising and suppressing her son Tang Pingfan more and more, so she was so angry that she wanted to get rid of Tang Sanguo."
"Once, the old sect leader invited his family and relatives to enjoy the moon and have dinner together."
"Mrs. Tang instigated Tang Shi'er to learn Li Bai's sword dancing while watching the moon."
"It means he wants to find an opportunity to stab Tang Sanguo, a powerful competitor, to death."
"Tang Shier has always supported Tang Pingfan and agreed without hesitation. He said he would dance the sword while drinking while eating."
"The old sect leader allows it."
"Tang Shi'er then danced with a poison-deep sword and stabbed Tang Sanguo from time to time."
"Murong Wuxin saw something was wrong. He shouted that one person was too lonely to dance the sword. It was interesting to fight against the two."
"So Murong Wuxin also carried a sword and blocked all the poisonous swords that had stabbed Tang Shi's ears at Tang Sanguo."
"Murong Wuxin saved Tang Sanguo's life, but he became a betrayer despised by the Murong family."
Song Hongyan sighed quietly, which seemed to be light, but it reminded people of the turbulent waves of the past.
Ye Fan smiled: "It's not a Murong family's fault for spitting."
"If Tang Shi'er had stabbed Tang Sanguo to death that night, your father would probably not have to spend too much effort to deal with Tang Sanguo."
But he quickly stopped the topic. If Tang Sanguo was stabbed to death, there would be no Tang Ruoxue.
When I was wandering on the streets, I wouldn’t have the bag of char siu buns or the little girl’s encouragement.
"The Tang Sanguo failed to take office, and Murong Wuxin was kicked back to West China by the Murong family to protect Murong Zuye."
"Yes, the ancestors of the Murong family started their career as mining sheep in West China."
"They later grew stronger and walked out of West China, and with the protection of the Tang Sect, Gusu Murong, a wealthy family member who became a prosperous place."
"I asked Tang Pingfan why he didn't attack Murong Wuxin?"
"He said that, one is blood relationship. Murong Wuxin said that it was his uncle, so it was inconvenient to start."
"I don't believe this sentence at all. Bloodline is not as valuable as five liang of gold to Tang Pingfan."
No one knows his father as much as his daughter, and Song Hongyan can understand Tang Pingfan's thoughts:
"Second, he needs Murong Wuxin to atone for his merits and take over the resources of West China."
"This may be a real idea, because a person's position at the pyramid is not only about profit but also about fame."
"So, if Murong Wuxin is not seeking death, you can see the face of me and the Tang Party, and the water of the well will not interfere with the river."
"If he seeks death, you can clean up with him."
"But moves quickly. Once you take action against the Murong family, the Tang Sect will definitely grab the fruit of victory."
"Tang Pingfan has raised pigs for so many years in vain, and he won't watch you take them alone."
Song Hongyan smiled: "You Thunder took it down, and I will declare it to be ours. Tang Pingfan dared not say anything more."
"Hongyan, thank you!"
Ye Fan whispered after listening to it.
He knew in his heart that in addition to telling the grudge between Murong Wuxin and the Tang Sect, Song Hongyan also told him not to have any burden on him.
Do whatever you should do. She will take care of the Tang Sect’s blame.
“Pediatric!”
Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan a white look: "By the way, there is another reminder that Murong Wuxin likes to play with the silly, so you must be careful."
Ye Fan nodded: "Don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility. Actually, I still hope that he will take action in my heart, otherwise I wouldn't have the intention to take the Murong family."
"I am worthy of being my man, and I am becoming more and more ambitious and courageous."
Song Hongyan smiled faintly and then stretched:
"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to take a milk bath. It's a pity that you're not here, otherwise we can take a shower together."
"But it doesn't matter. We can take a night out of wedding photos that night."
She teased: "I will hide a gift on my body for you to find..."
Ye Fan's cheeks burnt and smiled: "Christmas will arrive soon..."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan did not look through the information, but digested Song Hongyan's phone content.
Then, he fell into deep thought, wondering how to get through one and three.
Although the Murong family's enemies and friends have not yet been completely clear, Ye Fan had to think of this step in confrontation in advance.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for the Murong family to join forces with the two tycoons to do their best, and he would easily be caught off guard.
The next morning, Ye Fan, who had been thinking about all night, got up a little late.
After washing up, he was about to burn incense to Liu Fugui, but Yuan Qingyi flashed in.
"Mr. Ye, it's not good!"
"Zhang Youyou and Miss Tang had some minor problems in the teahouse and were surrounded..."