Chapter One Thousand and Eighteen: Remember, You Are a Beast
In the next few days when Ye Fan was planning a conspiracy, Ye Fan stayed in Jinzhilin to treat the patient.
For Ye Fan, unless the sky falls, he still has to do his best to diagnose and treat patients every day.
And as long as you stay in Jinzhilin, Ye Fan can still be calm indifferent to the storm outside.
Jin Zhilin and others also lived step by step.
However, Zheng Junqing, who had just returned from the Harbor City, rushed over:
"Mr. Ye, I heard you beat Wei Hongchao up?"
The Zheng family's young master who was once so popular has changed a lot. Not only has he cut off his pleasing longness, but his feminine temperament also disappeared, and he is more of a down-to-earth image of a rich second-generation.
If Jin Zhilin hadn't known his name, it would have been difficult to get him in touch with the Zheng family's heir.
"Isn't it normal for him to provoke me and I beat him up?"
Ye Fan prescribed a prescription for the patient, and said nothing without raising his head, almost saying that you have cleaned up for me too?
Zheng Junqing laughed loudly, raised his thumbs up and said, "I feel very happy now after getting your confirmation."
"It's a pity that I wasn't there, otherwise I would have to take a picture of the process and watch it every day during meals."
A light flashed in his eyes: "I guess my appetite will be much bigger."
Ye Fan looked at him curiously: "Don't you just beat Wei Hongchao? As for making you happy like this? Do you have a grudge against him?"
"I do have a grudge, and I have suffered losses."
Zheng Junqing poured two cups of tea himself, one for Ye Fan, and one for himself to drink:
"Three years ago, I went to Baocheng for fun, because of a pair of big and small Qiao twins, I had a small conflict with Wei Hongchao."
"And then I won him a lot of money at the gambling table."
"As a result, I was robbed by a group of masked men with great martial arts skills that night in the hotel."
"Not only were Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao dragged away, but the money he won was stolen, and several Zheng family bodyguards were crippled, and even my head was shot twice."
"I don't need to investigate, I know that it was Wei Hongchao who was angry and revengeful."
"I was furious and took people to his club to settle the score with him. In the end, he not only refused to admit the score, but also said that I had bumped into his club and guests and asked me to pour tea and apologize."
"Of course I refused, but I ended up being pointed at dozens of guns in the head."
"He also threw a black gun to his confidant. If I don't apologize, his confidant will go off fire."
"I can't do anything. I have no evidence. I have more guns than me. In the end, I can only say sorry."
"This is a great shame in my life."
"I came back and asked my family for help. But when my uncle and others found out, they not only did not support me, but also stopped me from fighting back one by one."
"They said that Wei Hongchao was backing Ye Jincheng, and Ye Jincheng was the grandson of Old Lady Ye. If things go big, it would be easy for the old lady to intervene."
"The old lady is one of the only two remaining veterans of the older generation."
"The other one is Shuai Chu!"
"And my strength is not enough to go to Baocheng to scatter, so I can only swallow that dead cat."
"What makes me most angry is that one month after being robbed, I received a text message from Wei Hongchao, which was a photo of Da Qiao and Xiaoqiao picking up hundreds of guests."
"The background is in a certain country in Southeast Asia..."
"I was so angry that I spent money to hire a killer to deal with Wei Hongchao. Unfortunately, three consecutive groups of people were all sank to the sea."
"I finally contacted Wuyi Lane through relationships, but for some reason, Wuyi Lane did not succeed, but instead returned my double gold."
"Then I received a family warning that I would not attack Wei Hongchao anymore, so I could only give up for the time being."
"But I no longer mention this matter on the surface, but I always have that thorn in my heart. Every time I think of it, I want to blow Wei Hongchao's head." Baihua Literature
"I was so happy to hear that he was beaten by you this time. Although it wasn't for me to do it, it was still very pleasant to see him suffer."
Zheng Junqing did not hide from Ye Fan, and told him about his experience in one breath, with an extra touch between his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect that you and Wei Hongchao still had such grudges."
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "I always thought that you suffered a loss in my hands, but I didn't expect that you would still have a fight in Wei Hongchao."
At the same time, a thought happened to Ye Fan. The old bastard Chenlong looked confused about Wei Hongchao that day, and he didn't know if he really didn't understand or pretended not to know him.
"I hate that bastard to the core."
Zheng Junqing was very regretful: "It's a pity that I don't have your courage and the amulets of the national soldiers, otherwise I would stop him and beat him up in minutes."
There was a hint of helplessness on his face. His background was greater than that of Ye Fan, his resources were stronger than that of Ye Fan, and his family covered the sky with one hand, but unfortunately he could not do Ye Fan's revenge.
Even if it is his own territory, he has to worry about a lot of things.
"Sooner or later I will have a chance to let this go."
Ye Fan reached out and patted Zheng Junqing and smiled, "I just flew back. I should be tired. Go home and have a rest. Come over to have dinner together another day."
Zheng Junqing nodded: "Okay, I'll come here again someday."
"By the way, there's one more thing."
He was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked at Ye Fan and asked:
"A bullfighting ring under Ruoxue Group has been challenged in the past two days. The bullfighting lost 24 consecutive games, and the losses are huge."
"I saw it from several friends in the circle of friends. The amount of each game is as high as 100 million yuan."
Zheng Junqing reminded him: "I wonder if Mr. Tang told you about this?"
"Bulfighting ring?"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned: "Ruoxue Group still has this thing?"
"You don't know? This is the first legal bullfighting ring in China."
Zheng Junqing tilted his head slightly to the backyard: "Hurry up and ask Mr. Tang."
"No matter how rich Ruoxue Group has, it is not like this. It takes more than one billion a day and more than one billion a day, and it hurts like cutting the flesh."
Then, he waved his hand to say goodbye to Ye Fan, turned around and entered a car not far away.
The car started slowly, and Zheng Junqing dissipated the smile on her face, with a little more sharpness and femininity.
He glanced at Jin Zhilin who was gradually moving away, then brought a bottle of soda and poured it in, with an indescribable complexity on his face.
At this time, Zheng Qiankun, who was sitting in the back seat, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Zheng Junqing and said lightly: "Why, I'm confused?"
Zheng Junqing sighed softly: "Ye Fan is a good person."
Zheng Qiankun smiled: "He made you suffer a great loss and made you feel face. Even your sister and uncle were slapped in the face by him. Don't you hate him anymore?"
"I have hated you once, but I still hate you to the core."
Zheng Junqing squeezed out: "But when I look back now, I really am ignorant."
"If you think so, it means you are much more mature, but you just need to put yourself in the right position."
Zheng Qiankun said lightly: "After staying in Jin Zhilin for a long time, have you really regarded yourself as a driver, not the eldest son of the Zheng family?"
Zheng Junqing looked sad and said nothing.
"Junqing, remember that you are not a little lamb who eats grass."
Zheng Qiankun shook his nephew's hand:
"You are a beast that eats meat and drinks blood..."