Chapter eight hundred and eighty third remember to pay
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Qingyi drove to the Song Group to pick up Ye Fan.
After she exchanged a few greetings with Song Hongyan, she sent Ye Fan to Qingyuan with a respectful look on her face.
After President Jiang died, Yuan Qingyi changed to a place called Qingyuan to serve as the headquarters of the Dragon Capital of the Wumeng.
Qingyuan, located in the suburbs, is a giant gray-white building that looks like a large winged eagle flying in the sky, and looks even more extraordinary with its back against the Great Wall.
This is an old-fashioned building half a century ago and it is also the place where Yuan Qingyi grew up. After she was excluded and married, no one lived here.
Later, after Yuan Huihuang became the core figure, he kept the Qingyuan and found an opportunity to give it to Yuan Qingyi.
After Yuan Qingyi took control of the Longdu Martial Alliance, he moved in without saying a word and decided to be the headquarters of the Longdu Martial Alliance.
Ye Fan got out of the car door and glanced at the environment.
Qingyuan swept away the deserted and dead silence of the past and restored the traffic of many years ago.
The dozens of red lanterns that moved to the house gave it a bit more festive atmosphere.
Ye Fan chuckled: "Hidden wind and water are a good place."
"The simple land makes Ye Shao laugh."
Yuan Qingyi was wearing a light blue cheongsam, which not only made her figure look straight, but also made her thighs appear and appear at the slits, which was very attractive.
"Please please in Mr. Ye. I made an appointment with the Miao family at 3:30. I still have time. Don't worry, take your time."
Then she gently turned her hand and introduced Ye Fan to Qingyuan. Her respect and tenderness surprised many of the Wu League's children.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ye Fan followed Yuan Qingyi into the garden and asked curiously:
"Did Miao Jinge come in person?"
After returning these days, Ye Fan was not idle. He secretly sent out a message to tell Miao Jingyun that he was not dead and that he was living in his hands.
He thought Miao Jinge would attack him or catch his own transactions alive, but he didn't expect to talk to him first.
Although we haven't met yet, Ye Fan was able to judge that 80% of them were related to Miao Jingyun.
"Miao Jinge heard that Si Nian's son was too sick. He lay on the bed and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and he couldn't even get into the ground."
Yuan Qingyi whispered: "I don't know whether this news is true or false, and it's hard to find out. After all, no one around him can penetrate it."
"Miao Jinge is sick..."
Ye Fan sneered when he heard this:
"What's the trick?"
For a ninth-generation evil man like Miao Jinge, Ye Fan would not believe that he had lost his longing and became sick, and it seemed that he had some conspiracy.
Moreover, Miao Jinge has high medical skills, so how could he not get out of bed if he is sick?
"I think he is pretending to be sick, but it's still good for him."
Yuan Qingyi told Ye Fan what he knew: "At least he moved his uncle out."
"Miao Taidou is the old patriarch of the Miao clan and Sai Mengchang in Miao City. He has many disciples. By the way, he has also been an official in Miao City."
"I am in my seventies and have great prestige. This time I come to Longdu, one is to visit old friends, and the other is to come to see you on behalf of Miao Jinge."
Her smile was very playful: "But I feel that I am coming to trouble you more."
Ye Fan laughed when he heard this: "Miao Jinge is treating his uncle as a gun."
"He clearly knew that it was difficult to reconcile the conflict between me and him. If he really wanted to calm down and rescue Miao Jingyun, he should come and solve the problem himself."
"Pretending to be sick, Miao Taidou appears, he wants to use his hand to suppress me."
"It's a pity that he doesn't understand. If Miao Taidou could suppress me, I would have been unable to get involved in Longdu long ago."
He smiled faintly: "Miao Jinge's pattern is still a little smaller."
"You have to be careful. He is a person who has been rising and falling in Miaocheng for many years. Not only is he deeply rooted in Miaocheng, but he is also widely connected in Longdu."
Yuan Qingyi whispered a reminder:
"You know, Longdu also has a certain proportion of the powerful people in Miaocheng, and they also respect Miao masters."
"If you have a big fight with Miao Taidou, they will probably join forces to deal with you."
She sighed quietly: "This world has never been a fight or killing, either black or white, but human nature."
Ye Fan turned his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I can still stand up with my waist today."
Yuan Qingyi chuckled, "I have always been full of confidence in Mr. Ye."
A hint of heat flashed through her eyes, but she felt a little regretful. When meeting the right person at the wrong time, how will God do to others?
"I have met Xunzhang Ye and President Yuan!"
"President Yuan, Mr. Miao and the others came ten minutes ago, accompanied by Elder Duanmuchang."
Ye Fan followed Yuan Qingyi before he stepped into the hall, a woman in yellow greeted her and reported to the two of them respectfully:
"I'm waiting in the hall. Mr. Miao was very angry when he saw that you were not here. Two of the tables were broken."
She lowered her voice: "Elder Duanmuchang is also a little unhappy, saying that you are too disrespectful to the elders."
"Elder Duanmu is here too?"
Yuan Qingyi frowned slightly, then spoke to Ye Fan: "The old man from Yuanlao Pavilion, the former Wu League witch doctor, came from Miaocheng, and is a bit of a Taoist practice."
Ye Fan said lightly with his hands on his back: "No matter what elder or patriarch he is, if he dares to rely on his seniority for me, I will not give him face."
After saying that, he walked into the open hall.
The hall of nearly 100 square meters does not have much decoration, just a few calligraphy and paintings and sets of bamboo furniture, and there is not even a TV.
It seems simple, but it is antique and has a lot of opinions.
But as the woman in yellow said, the hall was in a mess.
Several chairs were scattered on the ground, several cups were shattered, and there were still several tea traces on the ground.
In the middle, there were two old men with obvious styles of seedlings, one was chubby, one with one meter six words, with a round face, and their mood was not revealed.
He is tall, 1.9 meters tall, with a pork waist and a goatee, but his face is obviously wrinkled and powerful without being angry.
Behind them, there were seven or eight men and women standing, with a proud posture and a lofty look.
In this Longdu Martial Alliance, they have always felt that no one cares about it.
One of the beautiful women in strong clothes was wearing more than a dozen gold bracelets on both hands, and he was even more arrogant.
Without Yuan Qingyi's introduction, Ye Fan could also judge that the goatee is Miao's master, and the fat man is Duanmu Chang of the Wu League.
"Bastard, have Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi come?"
Seeing someone coming in again, Duanmuchang thought he was a mess again, and he couldn't scold him and shouted:
"We've been waiting for ten minutes, when will we wait?"
He asked in a tone: "It's getting more and more unruly. Don't you wait in advance if you know we're coming?"
"Let them get over to me right away."
Miao Taidou was even more murderous: "If you don't come again, I will slap them on the table later."
While he was talking, he slapped the table and the bamboo table cracked with a crack.