No one knew whether what was waiting for him was a bullet or a cannonball, but everyone knew that his trip to Syria to beg for food would never come back, and death in a foreign land was unavoidable.
After teaching Mo Tianyang a lesson, Ye Fan slowly turned around and looked at He Yongfeng with a playful expression.
"Shua——"
As a result, his simple look scared He Yongfeng to the point of almost having a heart attack.
Syria? Africa? Oh my God! Does he want me to beg for food there too?
At this moment, He Yongfeng was trembling with fear and his expression was extremely horrified.
He was so frightened that he knelt down in front of Ye Fan, and said with a face of pain: "Mr. Ye, I have realized my mistake, can you let me go? I don't want to go to Syria to eat bullets, let alone
I don’t want to go to Africa and be eaten!”
"call--"
I saw Ye Fan take a deep breath, and then slowly spit out the smoke.
"Mr. He, you can let me go if you want, but the best shop in your mall must be rented to us!"
Ye Fan flicked the ash from his cigarette and said calmly.
"Mr. Ye! The most expensive shop in the mall has been rented to someone else, and it has been renovated! Where else can I give you a shop?"
He Yongfeng looked aggrieved and said.
"That's your own problem! In short, if you want to be safe, you must rent your bunk to us!"
Ye Fan's attitude was very firm and he said coldly.
"Okay...okay!"
He Yongfeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
At this time, he asked weakly: "Mr. Ye, if you want to rent, that's fine, but what about the rent...?"
"Rent? Mr. He, talking about money hurts feelings! We rent your bunk to give you face! You ask me for money? Isn't it too hurtful to me?"
Ye Fan spread his hands and said with a helpless expression.
"I?"
Suddenly, He Yongfeng was furious, but he didn't dare to get angry.
no way!
Ye Fan is a man that even Ouyang Dong has to bow to. Let alone the rent exemption, even if Ye Fan occupies his shopping mall, he does not dare to say a word.
In the end, He Yongfeng was forced to agree to the "unequal treaty" proposed by Ye Fan.
At first he thought he was fine, but the next second, Ye Fan said playfully, "Mr. He, although I let you go, a little punishment is still necessary!"
"Punishment...punishment? What kind of punishment?"
Suddenly, He Yongfeng turned pale with fright, and his heart was filled with panic.
Oh my God! I rented my shop to you for free, why the hell do you still want to punish me?
Are you the devil?
So, he asked nervously: "Mr. Ye! What's the punishment?"
At this time, Ye Fan just stretched out his hand and pointed at the wine on the wine table.
At this time, He Yongfeng was startled and seemed to realize what Ye Fan meant.
So, he breathed a long sigh of relief, then patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "Oh! So Mr. Ye, you asked me to punish myself with three drinks? No problem! I will punish myself with three drinks now!"
Just when he was about to pour three glasses of wine to punish himself, Ye Fan stopped him with his hand.
"Mr. He, I asked you to punish yourself with three cups of wine, but it is not as simple as punishing yourself with three cups of wine!"