Chen Jianghe was so angry that he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Seeing his angry look, he seemed to want to take action.
But the next second, Ye Fan was so scared that he didn't dare to take a step forward with a look.
"What's wrong? Mr. Chen! Do you want to fight me one-on-one? Haha! Why don't I let you have one hand?" Ye Fan smiled playfully and teased deliberately.
"Damn it—"
Chen Jianghe gritted his teeth. Ye Fan was so skilled in martial arts, how could he dare to fight Ye Fan alone?
Therefore, he had to suppress the anger in his heart.
Just when he had no choice but to deal with Ye Fan, a serious voice sounded at the scene.
"Mr. Chen, what happened?"
At this time, an old man in Tang suit appeared.
I saw the old man's head full of silver hair, and his deep eyes were cunning, and he exuded a strange look from time to time.
After seeing this old man, Chen Jianghe and his son hurriedly and enthusiastically greeted him as if they had seen a big boss.
"Master Ouyang, are you finally here?" Chen Jianghe and the others were like dog slaves, smiling and pleasing to their master.
That's right!
This person is not someone else, but is behind the scenes supporting Chen Jianghe, the big chaebol in West China... Ouyang Yuande!
Ouyang Yuande glanced at Ye Fan coldly, then a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with a sense of arrogance, as if he did not take Ye Fan seriously at all.
He looked serious and asked coldly: "Mr. Chen, what happened just now?"
"Mr. Ouyang, Ye Fan and his team tried to sneak into the cocktail party with fake invitation letters, but we found out that they dared to deny it here and refuse to admit it!"
Chen Jianghe glared at him, pointed at Ye Fan and said.
"Are you sure the invitation letter is fake?" Ouyang Yuande frowned slightly and asked with a serious look on his face.
At this time, Chen Jianghe was reluctant to use Ouyang Yuande's hands to eradicate Ye Fan.
So, he lied.
Chen Jianghe lied without having to draft the draft at all, and said, "I can be 100% sure the invitation letter is definitely fake!"
"Then I understand!"
Ouyang Yuande nodded, then turned around and said coldly to Ye Fan: "You are Ye Fan, right? I heard that you are very arrogant and do things too much. As an elder, I would like to advise you to stay at your own pace.
, Let's meet again in the future!"
Ye Fan shook his head, giving Ouyang Yuande no face, "Sorry! I have always believed in 'If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, he will be punished even if he is far away'!"
"Swish--"
Suddenly, Ouyang Yuande's face turned pale. As the helm of the West China chaebol, he was now humiliated by a stinky boy, and he suddenly felt dissatisfied.
So he asked in a low tone: "Boy, do you know who I am?"
"You? Sorry! I don't know you!"
Ye Fan spread his hands and deliberately pretended to be confused.
At this time, Chen Jianghe, who was standing by, sarcasticly mocked: "Ye Fan, you are really a rural bully. You have never even heard of the famous Mr. Ouyang? He is the head of the West China chaebol! Holding his hands
Huge capital, a powerful business legend!”
"Wait? Mr. Chen! You said he is the head of the West China Grand CBP Group... Ouyang Yuande? Mr. Ouyang?"
At this moment, Lin Ruobing was frightened.
She had only heard of Ouyang Yuande's deeds, but she had never seen him. Now when she saw it, she never expected that the old man in Tang suit in front of her was actually the rumored business legend... Ouyang Yuande!