Four o'clock in the afternoon, Starbucks coffee shop in Hengcheng.
Ye Fan brought Dugu Shang to the door.
After he parked the car, he looked around and locked his eyes on Han's four fingers.
He was wearing a shirt, sitting upright, motionless in the corner.
It may seem inconspicuous, but his aura is so saturated that it seems like if you put a needle in it, it will explode.
And from the perspective of Han's four fingers, the entire entrance and exit situation can be controlled.
This demonstrates the professionalism and quality of Han Si Zhi.
Ye Fan smiled and asked Dugu Shang to stay outside, while he walked towards Han Sizhi.
After receiving a call from Han Sizhi, Ye Fan immediately made an appointment to meet.
In addition to wanting to know more about Uncle Dong's meaning, he also wanted to see how he could help.
Boren was not killed by me, but because of me, Ye Fan felt that he had to bear some responsibility.
And he and Han Sizhi are also old friends.
When he was arrested by Ye Tang at the gate of the Hongyan Group due to Qin Jiutian's violent death, it was Han Sizhi who led the team on behalf of the Northern Branch.
Although Han Sizhi had to arrest Ye Fan because of his duty, he still gave him adequate care and protection.
Zhu Jing'er's Three Thousand Red Armors were able to rush to Hou Men for rescue at that time because Han Sizhi raised his hand and did not remove the tracker on the car.
Han Sizhi even faced Wei Hong and pointed his gun at them because of him.
Ye Fan had a very good impression of him.
So he strode over and extended his right hand to Han Sizhi: "Uncle Han, hello, hello, long time no see."
Ye Fan’s indescribable enthusiasm.
"Master Ye, hello!"
Seeing Ye Fan appear, Han's four fingers also lost their sharpness, and he smiled and shook hands with Ye Fan.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your precious time."
Han Si pointed out with a smile and said: "It's just a matter of supporting a family of brothers, and I have to shamelessly contact you."
"Uncle Han, what are you talking about?"
Ye Fan said: "Uncle Dong is my elder, and you and him are brothers, so naturally you are also my elder."
"When something happens to you, would it be unreasonable for me, my nephew, not to lend a helping hand?"
"Besides, I still owed you a favor when I was Hou Men."
"So you and I don't need to be too polite. That would look out of place. Don't call me Mr. Ye, just call me Ye Fan."
Ye Fan waved his hand and ordered two cups of coffee and several snacks.
"It's been less than a year since Hou Men parted ways, and Young Master Ye has grown up a lot."
Han Sifeng smiled and said: "Okay, I will shamelessly take this elder for granted."
"Uncle Han, I already know about Uncle Dong. How is the situation in the 17th Department?"
Ye Fan asked: "I heard that you were also punished?"
"In addition to the resignation of King Dong, I and one hundred and twenty disciples with more than five years of seniority have also been dismissed this time."
Han Sizhi spoke softly: "In order to explain to the Yang family, in addition to never using it, there is no compensation or pension."
Although there was a hint of regret in his words, his tone did not fluctuate at all, as if being dismissed was insignificant.
"So serious?"
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "You still want to expel all the disciples with more than five years of experience?"
These are all veterans of the Seventeenth Department, and they are also the foundation of the Seventeenth Department.
It seems that Song Hongyan's guess is correct. Yang Feicui's sudden death was just the trigger. The real reason is that they have too deep marks of Ye Tang on their bodies.
"Yeah, overnight, we became unemployed."
Han Sizhi also sighed with emotion: "It's all my fault for my inability to move last night and being timid."
"In order to save people with the minimum cost and minimal impact, I ordered that the jackals should not be slaughtered as much as possible and adopted a strategy of attacking in the east and attacking in the west to rescue people."
"After dragging Yang Feicui up from the rain shaft, in order to ease her collapse, I did not insist on forcibly taking her away from the alley."
"In the end, we failed in our efforts and even implicated Ye Zhendong and all the brothers."
Speaking of last night's action, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes: "The most shameful thing is that the sniper didn't catch it either."
"Uncle Han, I can't blame you, I can only blame God."
Ye Fan quickly comforted him: "Uncle Dong and the others also know that you and your brothers have tried your best."
"By the way, why did you come to me and say you wanted a job?"
Ye Fan didn't want Han Sizhi to feel too guilty, so he quickly changed the topic: "Uncle Han, what does this mean?"
He originally wanted to say that he had injured the sniper, but he decided to keep it a secret.
"Didn't I just say that this operation was a mistake and failed, and the welfare compensation and pension are gone."
Han Sizhi picked up the coffee and took a sip, then responded to Ye Fan with a smile: "But I still have a large family behind me that I need to support."
"So I want to get another job and make some money while I'm still angry."
"It's just that our skills are limited and our status is sensitive. Even if there are suitable jobs, people don't dare to hire us."
"Old King Dong asked me to come to you, saying that you have many connections and a wide range of connections, so there is no need to be afraid."
"I just tried to call you."
Han Sizhi joked: "Our livelihood depends entirely on you, Mr. Ye."
Ye Fan was startled: "You?"
"Yes, besides me, there are one hundred and twenty brothers."
Han Sizhi laughed loudly: "That means you have to take care of the jobs of one hundred and twenty-one people, hahaha."
"A job for one hundred and twenty-one people..." Ye Fan's smile became meaningful: "Uncle Han, tell me what you want to do and I will arrange it."
He vaguely sensed Ye Zhendong's deeper intentions.
This seems to allow him to solve one hundred and twenty-one employment problems, but in fact he is handing the team of the Seventeenth Department into his own hands.
And these are seeds. If you scatter them, they will easily grow into towering trees.
"In addition to collecting information, we also engage in fighting and killing."
Han took another sip of coffee with his four fingers: "But since you have Cai Lingzhi in your hands, there is no point in asking us to collect information."
"What's left is fighting and killing, which means more brute force."
Han Sizhi sat up straight: "Just arrange some security work for us."
Ye Fan laughed when he heard this: "Hahaha, security work?"
"Young Master Ye is extremely skilled, and there are generals such as Dugu Shang, so they don't seem to need our protection."
Han Sizhi said thoughtfully: "If Mr. Ye has any difficulties, you can introduce us to other chores."
"No, no, Uncle Han, there's no problem."
Ye Fan smiled brightly: "I don't need the protection of you and my brothers, but my Jin Zhilin does."
"My Jin Zhilin is now blooming everywhere. Not to mention the branches within the country, there are also more than a dozen abroad."
"We have branches in Wolf Country, New Country, Southern Country, and Elephant Country, and we will expand to Brahma Kingdom, Rui Country, and other countries in the future."
"You know, people's lives are low in other countries, and property can easily be manipulated overseas."
"It doesn't require local policies or business opponents to suppress it. It's easy to have a headache if a few gangsters smash things up."
"So I plan to equip each overseas Jin Zhilin with a team of three people as bodyguards."
"I usually work in Jin Zhilin to grab medicine and do odd jobs. When something happens, I transform into a 'Black Man' and deal with it secretly."
"The average salary is 30,000 yuan per person, food, accommodation and transportation are all included, and Jin Zhilin is also given an extra profit of one point every year."
Ye Fan looked at Han Si and smiled: "I can guarantee that there are one hundred and twenty one of you, and each of you will receive a total annual remuneration of no less than one million."
One hundred and twenty-one people, each with an annual salary of one million, may seem like a lot, but Ye Fan feels it is very worth it.
In addition to his belief that Han Sizhi and the others could protect each Jin Zhilin, there was also the fact that Uncle Dong's face alone was worth one billion or eighty million.
Annual salary of one million?
Han Sizhi was slightly surprised, surprised by Ye Fan's wealth and wealth, and even more surprised by Ye Fan's kindness and righteousness.
If it were any other employer, other than the money they could get from helping kill people and setting fires, they would never give them this kind of salary.
The most important point is that Ye Fan attaches great importance to them, which makes Han Sizhi feel the sense of accomplishment that he is needed.
He felt warm in his heart, then stood up, stretched out his hand to Ye Fan and said with a smile: "Master Ye, I don't have much to say."
"My one hundred and twenty brothers and I will be on your side from now on."
Han Si pointed out very directly: "Just tell me how you want to arrange it."
"What are the specific arrangements..." Ye Fan scratched his head and felt very embarrassed: "I guess I have to find my wife."
While Han Sizhi was talking to Ye Fan in a low voice, a beautiful figure sat under another umbrella in Starbucks.
The delicate Western face shows a touch of softness in the sunshine.
While taking a selfie with her mobile phone and peeking at Han's four fingers, she whispered softly into the Bluetooth headset: "Madam, the target is locked and you can take action at any time."
