"One hundred million per piece, why don't you grab it?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Han Xiangbei's face darkened. To this point, disguising was meaningless.
Ye Fan, this bastard, seemed to be able to read minds, and he had a clear look at all his thoughts.
Han Xiangbei can only show his strong fangs:
"Besides, you have rescued the ten patients who injected Chunxiao."
"The other pneumonia patients did not get Chunxiao injected. What does it have to do with me?"
"At worst, I said Chunxiao had some minor problems that need to be further improved. I won't make money from this wave of pneumonia."
His eyes became extremely cold: "Ye Fan, don't think about blackmailing me."
As soon as this sentence was said, several bodyguards showed fierce eyes and stared at Ye Fan, putting pressure on Ye Fan.
"blackmail?"
Ye Fan ignored Han Xiangbei and the others' pressure: "No, just make a deal."
"On the surface, you only injected Chunxiao to ten patients, but I believe that with your eagerness for quick success and instant benefits, you must have provided potions to many big shots."
"They may not use the dose high, and you notify you in time to stop the medication, so there are no side effects for the time being, but it does not mean that their organs are not exhausted."
"What you need to make up for you is very expensive. They are not as easy to fool like Mrs. Tang."
"And you held a press conference and bragged the bull, and countless patients were waiting for the large-scale use of Chunxiao tomorrow."
"You said that Chunxiao had a problem, and combined with the recovery of Mrs. Tang's ten patients and a hundred thousand per unit, I'm afraid everyone will believe you are waiting for the price."
He smiled: "In this way, the more praise you are today, the more damage you will be tomorrow."
Han Xiangbei crushed the coffee cup with a click.
Ye Fan hit his weakness.
Among the hundreds of pneumonia patients, there were several big men. In order to make friends, Mrs. Tang and her friends got better when they tried the medicine, he gave medicine to the big men.
Although they were slowing down for half a day, the situation was getting worse.
South Korea must make up for it.
"Mr. Han, you have no choice. You are already in a difficult position now."
Ye Fan stabbed the last knife without mercy:
"If you don't want to convene a press conference and admit your mistake, then pay for my ninety pills."
"Nine billions are not much for you at all. When the stock market falls slightly, it will be billions or tens of billions."
"If you don't buy it, I'll buy it with the head of the Han family, and the price will double."
He turned around and walked to Han Xiangbei, picked up a pen, and wrote a series of numbers on the US dollar bill:
"Prepare the money and call me"
Outside the window, a thunderclap sounded, and the sky was changing as soon as it was changed, and it fell.
Not big, but not small.
"Hahaha--"
But before Ye Fan could go out, Han Xiangbei laughed loudly and looked at it with US dollars:
"The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave."
"I, Han Xiangbei, have seen strong storms in my life, but this is the first time I have seen someone like Ye Fan, a rampant person."
"Whether it is a family member or a nephew of the royal family of his king, he will always call me respectfully when he sees me."
"I scolded and even beat and scolded a few times, and they would just listen respectfully."
"I only see you in this life if someone like you who not only does not give face, but also threatens me unscrupulously."
"I just don't know if you should say that you are young and energetic, or you don't know how high the world is."
Han Xiangbei pinched out a cigar, lit it and vomited a sip of smoke, and then stood up:
"But no matter what, I'm going to teach you a lesson today."
"Let you know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there is someone beyond man."
His gentleness, elegance and peace were all gone, and his face was only the majesty and cruelty of the superiors.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Han wants to touch me?"
"It's not that you touch you, it's that you want to help you face yourself."
Han Xiang looked northward at the exquisite woman: "Jessica, let Ye Fan stay in this office and reflect on it."
"When will I figure it out, I am willing to hand over the secret recipe for Dawn and join the Life Group, and when will I let him leave this office?"
After saying that, he waved to Ye Fan and walked straight out of the dean's office.
As soon as Ye Fan moved, the exquisite woman and the three bodyguards got blocked.
"Mr. Ye, stay."
The exquisite woman reached out to stop Ye Fan and said, "If you want to leave, agree to Mr. Han's conditions."
Ye Fan smiled: "Can you stop me?"
The exquisite woman smiled slightly when she heard this, reached out and teared her narrow skirt apart, making her move more sensitively.
The pair of straight stockings long legs were exposed.
Extremely admired.
But she said something very disdainful: "You can try to make a breakthrough."
Ye Fan grabbed a fruit knife on the table, lowered his head, and rushed towards the blocked door.
The three Han bodyguards blocked the faces of coldness.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Ye Fan rushed into the crowd, swaying randomly and swaying violently like willow branches in the wind.
The light of the sword shattered the light, but it was only a matter of a moment, and the sound of the cold sword breaking the wind stopped abruptly.
During this process, the fruit knife that Ye Fan was holding tightly did not touch the Han family's bodyguard at once.
The three Han family bodyguards who used swords all fell into a pool of blood.
The humming was extremely sad.
There were several wounds on their abdomen, which were not deep, but they were enough to lose their ability to fight again.
"Swoosh!"
Seeing this, the delicate woman's eyelids twitched, but she never expected that Ye Fan would be so domineering.
But she didn't have time to think too much, so she moved, pulled out a dagger, and slashed at Ye Fan's face.
There is no fancy, no moisture, only the ruthlessness and skill that has been immersed in for many years.
As the cold light flashed, Ye Fan had already moved.
He moved his feet with strength.
The bottom of the shoes that were pedaling on the floor was like a sudden brake at high speed, and there was a strong friction with the ground.
With a crisp bang, Ye Fan had already approached the delicate woman's arms before the knife was slashed.
"Bang--"
With a loud bang, the exquisite woman didn't even touch Ye Fan, and was knocked four or five meters away by Ye Fan.
Then, she smashed a bookcase and fell down.
Bleeding of the mouth and nose, and broken ribs.
No ability to fight back.
The delicate woman's face is as if dead.
Ye Fan didn't even look at her, grabbed a black umbrella, and went out without expression.
He flashed out of the office, then went straight down the fire ladder, and went to the rainy ground parking lot in one breath.
He used the umbrella to sway many people in succession, appeared in front of Han Xiangbei like a phantom, and rushed to the Han family's convoy without saying a word.
The fruit knife in his hand turned, and the tip of the knife was diagonally downward, stabbing it.
The Han family's bodyguard did not react at all, and did not believe that anyone attacked Han Xiangbei. When he found that Ye Fan was approaching and attacking, the fruit knife had already stabbed him.
"This is!"
A series of squeaks that made people feel sour, amid the sparks of metal rubbing against metal, rang the noisy parking lot.
The dagger that Ye Fan held tightly in his hand stabbed accurately in the moment before the car door was closed.
The door and the blade rubbed and vibrated, and finally failed to close.
Instead, it bounced away.
Then Han Xiangbei's face was revealed and he was slightly stunned when he saw Ye Fan.
"Mr. Han, sorry."
Ye Fan kicked a bodyguard away with a close hand, then looked at Han Xiangbei and smiled: "I'm meeting again."
Han Xiangbei was very angry and very surprised. Jessica, who had been following him for many years, did not keep Ye Fan.
Then, he stared at Ye Fan holding the knife and said coldly: "What are you going to do?"
"What are you not doing"
Ye Fan smiled brightly: "I just want to tell you that the wind and rain are heavy, so my father-in-law is careful all the way."
"Ba"
After saying that, Ye Fan slapped Han Xiangbei in the face.
Crispy and loud!
Then, Ye Fan left.
Han Xiangbei covered his cheeks, first stunned, then furious, and then laughed wildly.