"Ahem, Brother Ye, please stop making trouble. Let's do this. While there is still some time, you write a suicide note first. If something happens, I will convey it to your family."
Seeing Ye Fan's unkind expression, Lin Xuanyu swallowed his saliva and immediately changed the subject.
"The password we just speculated is incorrect. Maybe we thought too simply. Fujima Nagao is an old guy and he must be more traditional. I think the password should be his birthday in the lunar calendar."
The speculation was already very reluctant, and his tone was not very confident. Ye Fan couldn't think of a way for a while: "Try again, if it doesn't work, just do it."
"But, what was the lunar date on October 19th forty-five years ago?"
The two stared at each other, speechless for a moment. Lin Xuanyu refused to give up his last hope: "Today is the eighth day of the tenth lunar month, let's work forward together!"
Ye Fan kept grinding and chirping for a long time, his fingers kept drawing on the ground.
It's been almost ten minutes and the results haven't been calculated yet.
Lin Xuanyu was confused when he heard this: "Brother Ye, are you chanting a spell to curse Fujima Nagao to die early and be reincarnated?"
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and opened his calendar.
Ye Fan said impatiently: "Then you can tell me the number!"
"Ye Fan, I figured it out!" Lin Xuanyu put the phone in front of Ye Fan, "This is it!"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier..." Ye Fan's head was full of black lines and he was about to type. Lin Xuanyu suddenly thought of a question and quickly held his hand.
"Ye Fan, there is an extremely serious problem here. If he chooses his wife's birthday, or his own phone number, or the birthday of an important person, it will be over."
Ye Fan bit the bullet and said, "Forget it, let's be a gambler for once."
Enter a string of numbers, and unfortunately, the red light turns on again.
"how so!"
Ye Fan was a little discouraged. He took out his pistol and said, "Mader, since we have to ask for the password when entering the room, it means there is no one inside. I think we should just go ahead and find out which room Fujima Nagao is in.
Kill them at the door!"
"Um...Brother Ye, are you going to risk your life?"
Lin Xuanyu shook his head repeatedly: "It's too dangerous. If it gets smashed, you can run away, but I can't save my life..."
By the way, we still have one last chance. People say that Fujima Nagao loves his son the most, so let’s celebrate his son’s birthday!”
When Ye Fan heard this, he regained his motivation, cheered up, took a deep breath, and prepared to enter the birthday of Fujima Nagao's son.
But Lin Xuanyu suddenly thought that a lustful middle-aged man like Fujima Nagao would use the birthday password of his young lover.
Ye Fan felt that Lin Xuanyu was like a grumpy old woman. He slapped him on the forehead and immediately told him to close his mouth and squat in the corner, drawing circles and cursing someone.
"Okay, don't be wordy! If you run away if you fail, what will you lose?"
Ye Fan finally decided to use his son's birthday. He gritted his teeth and pressed it. The green light came on. Within three seconds, he took out an iron wire and poked it inside. The door opened immediately.
The interior layout of Fujima Nagao's rest suite can be called luxurious, and even Lin Xuanyu, who has seen so much of the world, can't bear to be moved.
He excitedly pulled out a knife and cut the leather of the sofa, which was said to be made from the fur of no more than a hundred snow leopards in the world.
What's even more exaggerated is that the sofas come in a set, and the surface is completely covered with extremely beautiful leopard fur. Just for this set of sofas, the lives of countless snow leopards were sacrificed, and the value is at least tens of millions.
"It seems that Fujima Nagao likes to enjoy it very much. Normal people would not buy this kind of fur for fun! Brother Ye, these things are all real!"
"It has nothing to do with us." Ye Fan shrugged indifferently, "Do you think he will give this place to us?"
Lin Xuanyu was right when he thought about it, but he couldn't bear to take action and asked: "I still don't know when Fujima Nagao will come back. Should I continue to wait for him here?"
"We can't wait any longer. Let's knock out the management on the sixth floor, and then trick the guy at the elevator door. Once they find something wrong, report it to the senior management of the Foreign Enterprises Association, and you won't even have a chance to escape!" Ye Fan sneered.
"Brother Ye, if we are discovered, are you really going to leave me alone?"
"You will only get in the way if you stay by my side. You are the young master of the Binhai Hidden Ancient Clan. Even if they catch you, they won't dare to do anything to you."
Lin Xuanyu rolled his eyes, and suddenly saw that the wine cabinet was filled with high-end products, and grinned: "I'll go, they are all world-class collections of famous wines!"
As he said that, he started to pry open the wine cabinet.
"Lin Xuanyu, you are also from a hidden ancient clan, why are you so hopeless?" Ye Fan frowned and said.
"You don't drink, what do you know!" Lin Xuanyu hummed without looking back.
"There are several bottles of wine here that are the most expensive in the world. It is said that one bottle can be sold for several million. Although I have some in my family, my father won't let me touch them at all.
Let me tell you, the value of these things can only be realized by drinking them. Now let me test whether they are worth so much money!"
Ye Fan glanced at him with disgust, took out his cell phone and dialed Long Chun's number.
"Hey, I'm Long Chun, who are you?"
"I am Ye Fan!"
"Well, Mr. Ye?" Long Chun's voice suddenly trembled, "What do you plan to do when you come to Dongxing Pavilion..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let me ask you something. Are you familiar with Fujima Nagao?"
"In reply to Mr. Ye, Fujima Nagao and I are quite familiar with each other." Long Chun's voice was very low, "I wonder what you want to see him for?"
Ye Fan was immediately overjoyed and said in a low voice: "I have some business that I want to discuss with him. Come to his room and I'll wait for him here."
"Well? What are you doing in his room?" Long Chun was stunned.
"Don't worry so much. No matter what method you use, if he doesn't arrive within five minutes, then I will make you punished too!" Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
Long Chun immediately shuddered and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I will go with him right away."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan sat back on the sofa, turned his head suddenly, and saw Lin Xuanyu pulling off a sheet, laying it neatly on the floor, and placing bottles of high-end wine in the wine cabinet on the floor.
"Lin Xuanyu, you really embarrass the hidden ancient clan!" Ye Fan was speechless.
Lin Xuanyu did not stop what he was doing, and smiled to Ye Fan: "Brother Ye, these are all world-famous wines. I will rank them first and taste them starting from the cheapest ones!"
Ye Fan was a little surprised.
You know, Lin Xuanyu is the young master of the hidden ancient clan, and he has seven or eight figures of spending power at random. But even he is moved by these hidden wines, which shows that these wines are indeed extraordinary.
Although Ye Fan doesn't like wine, he is also curious about rare objects.
Immediately he said to Lin Xuanyu: "Okay, okay, you can do whatever you like, and give me some of it later."
…
Fujima Nagao and Ryuharu led a group of followers through the long corridor and walked towards his room.
Ryu Chun always wanted to sit in his room, which made Fujima Nagao a little suspicious.
"Mr. Long, is there anything else you want to talk to me about alone?" Fujima Nagao smiled and walked towards Long Chun.
Long Chun nodded, "Yes, there is indeed something else. By the way, Brother Tengzhen, do you know a person named Ye Fan?"
"Ye Fan?" Fujima Nagao was stunned, "I've never heard of it!"
"Haha, that's good! I'll introduce you to him when I get the chance. Mr. Ye seems to be quite interested in you too."
"Mr. Ye? Mr. Long, is he your friend?" Fujima Nagao didn't expect that Ye Fan was waiting for him in his room.
"Yes!" Long Chun didn't dare to speak too clearly before he understood Ye Fan's true attitude towards Fujima Nagao.
Behind Fujima Nagao, followed closely was a middle-aged man who was thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and full of elegance.
As soon as he heard the word Ye Fan, he seemed a little stunned. He quickly approached Fujima Nagao and whispered, "President, I seem to have heard of this Ye Fan..."
"Have you heard of it?" Fujima Nagao was stunned.
"Yes." The middle-aged gentle man nodded: "President, think about the name of the person who has always made Suwu Jinyi hate him?"
Fujima Nagao was slightly surprised and blurted out: "Ye...Ye Fan?!"
"That's right." The middle-aged gentle man responded and reminded in a low voice: "President, how could this perfectly good Mr. Ye come to us? It's very possible that he came with bad intentions!"
Fujima Nagao's heart felt cold for no reason, "The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the soil. Come in with me and act according to the opportunity!"
"Yes!" The middle-aged gentleman nodded.
Arriving at the corridor outside Fujima Nagao's lounge, he waved to his subordinates, "You all should step aside!"
Fujima Nagao looked at Long Chun who was standing in the corridor looking at the picture frame, "Mr. Long, please come this way. You all can go down. Mr. Long and I have some private matters that need to be discussed!"
"Yes!" Everyone left, and only the man with glasses and a bodyguard followed them in.
When he came to the door, the man with glasses opened the door for him first. His humble attitude and respectful actions made Fujima Nagao very proud.
Fujima Nagao walked into the room first with his personal bodyguards, followed by Ryu Chun and Sven Man.
As soon as the four people entered the living room and saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned for a moment.
I saw two strangers sitting grandly opposite each other on the sofa. There was a dining car next to them. On the marble-inlaid silver table, there were roast goose, fish rolls with prawns and stuffed lobster, pan-fried foie gras, and stuffed veal steak.
Anchovy salad.
The food was dazzling, the aroma was fragrant, and two bottles of red wine were opened. Only the candles were not lit, otherwise it could be called a French palace feast.
The expensive camel hair carpet was strewn with debris, bones, wine stains, and oil stains, making it a mess.
Among them, the long-haired young man held a large lobster in each hand. He neatly removed the head and squeezed the tender, sweet white meat from the shell into his mouth.
Then he threw away the shrimp shell that was still wet with saliva and juice, wiped it on the million-dollar snow leopard leather sofa, tore off a spicy chicken leg and started to gnaw it.
The other young man in black was even more exaggerated. He obviously had a finely carved crystal cup beside him, but he didn't use it. He grabbed a bottle of Patrus wine and drank it down his throat.