Huang Jun was very angry, but after thinking about it, he still relaxed his fists and drove away from the high-speed rail station.
Starting half a year ago, he had a few red spots on his body. There was nothing unusual about it, but after having sex, he became red and hot like a soldering iron.
Every time there was an attack, Huang Jun was in so much pain that he wanted to hit him and died on the wall.
Because of this severe pain, Huang Jun, who has always been lustful, dared not touch a woman anymore.
He had seen many doctors but failed. Now when he heard Ye Fei's words, Huang Jun felt a glimmer of hope, so he could only endure his anger.
On the way forward, Ye Fei turned on his phone and sent a message to Song Hongyan, telling him that he had arrived in Nanling.
If she doesn't respond before sunset tomorrow, he will kill her to Song's Villa directly.
Ye Fei forced Song Hongyan out no matter what.
After sending the text message, Ye Fei looked out the window and looked at the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.
Compared with the tall buildings and glamorous and fashionable in other cities, Nanling is much more antique. Along the way, you can see many beautiful ancient buildings.
Ye Fei also saw the Ruyi Group shaped like a knife, which was as high as 38 floors, standing in a prosperous place overlooking the Nanling Bridge.
In Huang Sanchong's information, Shen Qianshan has good power and money. While controlling the Nanling Wu League, he did not forget to use the Wu League connections to build a company.
Ruyi Group is Shen Qianshan's hard work, with a market value of 100 billion yuan, involving equipment, security and finance businesses, and is one of the few large enterprises in Nanling.
Except for the three vice presidents of this company, each accounting for 10% and the Wumeng children account for 20% of the shares, Shen Qianshan held the remaining 50% of them.
However, Shen Qianshan did not hold these 50% of the shares personally, but was allowed to hold them on Xue Ruyi.
So when Shen Qianshan died, the Nanling Wushu League and Ruyi Group were in chaos.
"Woo" Ye Fei's thoughts were turning, and the car arrived at a luxurious restaurant with the plaque at the door saying "Furong Tower".
High-end, elegant and upscale.
The minimum consumption of a table here is 3,000 yuan, and the room starts at 8,000 yuan.
The price is not amazing, but it is not something ordinary citizens can afford.
Li Dayong is the owner of equipment accessories, with an annual income of tens of millions, while Li Momo's mother Liu Yueling is the head of a real estate company, with an annual income of hundreds of thousands.
They naturally have no pressure to come here.
"Brother Ye, here, here."
Huang Jun swept away the superiority of the high-speed rail station, and smiled all over his face and led Ye Fei into Furong Tower: "Luck, I'll come, I'll come."
"Mrs. Li and the others arrived early, and there are several old friends in the business world."
"Mr. Li and Miss Li will arrive later."
"Mr. Li told me that if you receive it, don't go to your house first, come here to have a meal."
“They are in Room 203.”
Huang Jun nodded and bowed: "Brother Ye, you go in, I, a driver, won't show up."
His face was swollen and he didn't want to go in and be laughed at by someone.
Ye Fei nodded and walked towards the private room.
Huang Jun hesitated for a moment: "Brother Ye, do you have a way to cure my illness?"
Ye Fei said indifferently: "Let's talk about it in two days."
"Okay, OK."
Huang Jun nodded repeatedly, unable to say obedience, but a trace of resentment flashed through his eyes. The situation is not as good as others now, so he could only bow his head.
But he had already thought in his mind that after Ye Fei cured his stubborn disease, he would definitely lose this poor comparison with his capital and profit.
Humph, a country bumpkin dares to hit me, wait.
Huang Jun thought viciously.
Of course, Ye Fei captured Huang Jun's eyes, but he didn't care about the other party's thoughts at all. If Huang Jun was not tactful, he would make Huang Jun's life worse than death.
He walked to the door with his luggage and ginseng, and then knocked politely on the door.
"Ah, here, here, it must be Zong Yuan and Mo Mo who are here."
Before the door of the room was opened, Ye Fei first heard a string of polite giggles: "I should call Lao Li and ask him to come over to have a meal quickly, otherwise I will neglect everyone."
Then, a gorgeous woman appeared in front of Ye Fei, and her smirk was as bright as a flower, as if she was welcoming some big shot.
But when she saw Ye Fei, her smile suddenly stopped, and then she lost her voice in surprise: "Ye Fei?"
Li Momo's mother, Liu Yueling.
Ye Fei smiled and shouted, "Hello Aunt Liu."
Although Liu Yueling has always looked down on him, Ye Fei still has a passionate face after not seeing him for many years.
Ye Fei also took the opportunity to look at the wing room, and there were seven or eight men and women in gorgeous clothes, but there was no sign of Li Dayong and Li Momo.
Liu Yueling was very surprised: "Ye Fei, why are you here?"
Ye Fei was slightly stunned: "Uncle Li asked Xiao Huang to take me here."
"The killer of Qiandao always does something stupid. Why did I marry him like a waste?"
Liu Yueling scolded Li Dayong, then grabbed Ye Fei and said, "Ye Fei, today is a very important banquet for us. Everyone who comes and goes is either rich or noble, and there are also senior executives of Ruyi Group."
"I know the relationship between your father and your Uncle Li, and I know you like Momo very much." "But it's really inconvenient today, I'll greet you another day."
"You won't be so happy about Auntie, are you?"
"I hope you can give you a face."
Liu Yueling took out her wallet and pulled out a red sha: "Auntie will give you a hundred yuan, and you can go to KFC opposite to eat a family bucket."
Ye Fei frowned slightly.
"Ye Fei, Ye Fei, is here?"
At this moment, another loud voice came from behind.
Then, two thick arms hugged Ye Fei and picked him up and turned around.
"Boy, I'm really growing taller and taller. I can't hold you anymore, but my facial features are still as thin as before."
"I can recognize you at a glance."
A tall, male-like middle-aged man appeared behind Ye Fei with a smile on his face. It was Li Dayong who had not seen him for many years.
Li Dayong laughed and put down Ye Fei, but he still kept patting Ye Fei on the shoulder, with an indescribable expression.
Ye Fei was also extremely happy: "Hello Uncle Yong."
Li Dayong asked enthusiastically: "How are your parents okay?
How are you doing?"
Ye Fei felt warm: "They are all very good, thank you Uncle Yong for your concern."
"It's fine. I'll tell you, you're here this time, so you must have a good time."
Li Dayong was very generous: "Don't worry about money, Uncle Yong has money."
Liu Yueling's pretty face changed and she even disliked Ye Fei even more.
Ye Fei smiled again and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yong."
"Okay, let's not talk, go in and sit in."
Li Dayong smiled and said, "I'm still worried that you can't catch up with this lunch when you're stuck in traffic on the road."
"I came just right, I just finished my work, walked in, and had dinner together."
He took Ye Fei into the door: "Yueling, why are you blocking the door?
When he went in to have a meal, Ye Fei was so hungry."
A warm current flowed through Ye Fei's heart.
"Old Li, are you confused?"
Liu Yueling's pretty face changed: "Don't you know, did I invite Wang Zongyuan at noon today?"
"I know, isn't it just that guy with greasy head and flour?"
Li Dayong snorted: "I tell you, don't think about matching him and Mo Mo. That boy is very feminine, I don't like it."
"You know, Zong Yuan is the nephew of Vice President of Wumeng Wang and the public relations manager of Ruyi Group."
"The Nanling Wu League has no leader, and Wang Dongshan has the most hope of being promoted to president. Once he becomes president, Mo Mo will become the president's daughter-in-law."
"Martial Alliance, Ruyi Group, a total of more than 100 billion."
Liu Yueling raised her face and shouted: "Give them a few orders at that time. We will earn several hundred million a year, and we will work harder for more than ten years."
President?
Ye Fei smiled, the future President Nanling is here