With the intervention of Hengdian and the police, Ye Fan's crisis was over and no one would provoke him again in a short time.
Ye Fan took advantage of this gap to bring Tang Fenghua back after her body was mostly recovered, so that she would not be bored in the hospital.
Then he revived Nianhua and the other three, allowing them to experience the fresh air of this world again.
On the morning of the third day after Chen Xiaoyue's violent death, Ye Fan had just finished breakfast when Sun Bufan, Hua Yanyu and the others shouted and surrounded him.
Everyone looked excited and held bank cards in their hands, as if they had won a lottery.
Ye Fan was startled: "What are you going to do?"
"Little Master, this is all my savings, 20 million."
Sun Bufan handed his bank card to Ye Fan and said, "I want to join the Chinese Medicine School, and I also want to buy some shares."
Hua Yanyu squeezed forward: "Ye Fan, take mine first. Grandpa and I will join the Hua Medical Sect and buy one billion shares by the way."
"Ye Fan, are we qualified enough to join?"
The eight great doctors also looked at Ye Fan: "We don't have much money, can you accept a few million?"
"What?
Do you want to join the Chinese Medical Sect?"
Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this: "You are still selling iron and steel investment?"
"Yes, yes, we all want to join, even if we are the most ordinary disciples, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is to give us a position."
Hua Yanyu was very excited: "It doesn't matter how many shares you have, as long as you can get a little share when you make money."
"This Chinese medical sect has no character. Wouldn't it be too rash for you to join in so eagerly?"
Ye Fan scratched his head and said: "If Hua Medical School cannot be established, your money will be wasted."
"Don't be afraid, we believe in you. As long as you take the lead, we will definitely succeed."
"That's right, it doesn't matter even if you fail, as long as you make some money again, if you succeed, you will be a veteran."
"Yes, yes, and Mr. Song is right. If you don't take a few risks in life, what is life?"
"Ye Fan, we are old friends and acquaintances. You can't help but take us to play with such a good opportunity."
Sun Bufan and others expressed their opinions to Ye Fan, shouting that they would join the Chinese Medical School no matter what.
Ye Fan looked at them and smiled, knowing that although they wanted to seize an opportunity, they were more supporting him in disguise.
So he waved his hand: "Okay, I will accept all your people and your money. You are the first batch of members of the Chinese Medical School."
"You can discuss the specific arrangements with Sister Yan."
His tone was firm: "Anyway, if you trust me so much, I will not let you down."
After the words fell, Nianhua and the others ran over: "Ye Fan, the three of us also want a share of the pie."
Then Qin Shijie also shouted nervously: "Master Ye, I can draft the rules and regulations of the Chinese Medical Sect."
Tang Fenghua also joined in the fun: "Ye Fan, don't forget me when picking up money."
Sun Shengshou, Gongsun Yuan and Yao Shenghan were also determined to advance and retreat with the Chinese Medical Sect.
Ye Zhendong, Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin even took out the coffin boards, and even Su Xier took out the piggy bank... Throughout the morning, Jin Zhilin was extremely lively.
Ye Fan finally let Song Hongyan meet everyone. He wanted to take a sip of tea and take a breath, and then a Maserati drove over.
The car door opened, and a refreshing and clean figure emerged. Wang Qingwu appeared in front of Ye Fan like a flower.
Ye Fan stood up with a smile and greeted him: "Miss Wang, are you so free to visit?"
"Two things."
Wang Qingwu and Ye Fan were also very familiar with each other, so she did not make any excuses, pinched out a check and said with a smile: "First, with the dividends, you may have completely forgotten about Wang's Liquor Industry, but I can't ignore it.
You are the major shareholder."
"This is this quarter's dividend, please keep it well."
She put the check into Ye Fan's hand.
"Three billion, so much?"
Ye Fan looked at the check and was shocked: "How can this work?
Not so good?"
"Besides, I just gave you a secret recipe. You are completely in charge of the company. You gave me so much money, I'm embarrassed to accept it."
"Open another one and get it for thirty to fifty million."
Ye Fan stuffed the check back.
"Take it, you deserve it."
Wang Qingwu rolled her eyes at Ye Fan: "If it weren't for your secret recipe of Zhuyeqing, I would have gone bankrupt long ago and been forced to get married. How could I be as prosperous as I am now?"
"And this amount of money is only in the initial stage. In a few years, it is estimated that it will double several times."
"If you don't accept it now, I'm afraid you won't accept it in the future."
"I said I would give you half of the shares, and I will never break my promise."
Wang Qingwu stuffed the check into Ye Fan's pocket: "Besides, I need your help in future product upgrades. If you don't accept the money, how can I bother you?"
She threatened Ye Fan: "Hurry up, hurry up, or I'll scream indecent assault."
Ye Fan showed helplessness on his face and had no choice but to accept the check: "Okay, I'll take it. If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me."
"That's necessary, we are close buddies."
Wang Qingwu's pretty face became a little more satisfied after seeing Ye Fan accept the check.
Ye Fan asked: "What is the second thing you want to ask me for?"
Wang Qingwu put away her smile, and her eyes became a little deeper: "My grandpa wants to see you."
Ye Fan was stunned: "Why did he see me?
I have no friendship with your grandfather."
"have no idea."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "He just asked me to invite you and go down to Pinyuan for afternoon tea."
"Ye Fan, if you don't want to go, you can refuse."
Although she is a member of the Wang family and does not dare to disobey the old man's instructions, she is aware of the grievances between the two parties, especially the Wang Qiaochu incident a few days ago, and they are almost incompatible with each other.
In her heart, she didn't want Ye Fan to go to the meeting, lest her grandfather would make things difficult for her.
Wang Qingwu didn't want Ye Fan to be humiliated, even if it was his own family.
"It's probably your brother's business."
Ye Fan laughed: "I didn't expect that your grandfather would take action. It seems that the Wang family is really precious to your brother."
"Let me go over, I guess you're going to scold me."
Ye Fan was thinking: "If you fall into a trap in my hands, your grandfather will feel unhappy."
Wang Qingwu sighed: "I'll reject him for you."
"No, I'm going to drink this tea."
Ye Fan straightened his body: "You think about me so much, how can I not let you complete the task?"
"Come and pick me up in the afternoon to meet your grandpa."
No matter what the Wang family had in mind, Ye Fan was prepared to face it head on.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Qingwu took Ye Fan to a manor that occupied an extremely large area.
After passing through several corridors and lakes, Ye Fan came to a large backyard.
Although the place is not heavily guarded, there are still a dozen men and women standing there, quiet and patient.
There is an apricot tree growing in the yard, its leaves are green and swaying, making the afternoon sunlight dappled.
Under the apricot tree, a burly old man in Chinese tunic suit was writing furiously.
He is writing a poem called Jiang Chengzi.
"I am talking about being a teenager, holding the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, thousands of horses rolling around the plain..." Dragons and phoenixes dance, penetrating into the wood. Just the words give people a high-spirited and majestic momentum, showing that the old man is immersed in calligraphy.
Years of skill.
Ye Fan was also affected when he read this poem, his energy and energy bloomed unconsciously, and his eyes also had a heroic look.
The old man in Chinese tunic suit was about to finish the words "Shoot Sirius" when he heard some movement from the side and glanced at it inadvertently.
He just glanced at Ye Fan. When he saw the two waiting, he lowered his head again and wanted to finish writing the last three words.
But I don’t know why, but the pen can no longer fall.
The originally peaceful mental state was completely disturbed by Ye Fan's glance because of the exchange of glances just now.
Unexpectedly, there is such a person in the world. His eyes are like the moment when a sword is unsheathed, shooting wildly and directly into the heart.
The mental state of the old man in Chinese tunic was filled with Ye Fan's eyes, and he was thinking about Ye Fan's shadow in his heart.
"Pa--" The old man's brush tip, stained with thick ink, was about to fall but he raised it again. Finally, he threw the brush away and turned to face Ye Fan.
When Wang Qingwu and others were shocked, the old man in Chinese tunic stretched out his hand to Ye Fan: "I Wang Baoguo."
