When Ye Fan saw Wei Qinhu, Wei Qinhu was hunting in the back mountain.
The old guy carried a gun, a Tibetan mastiff, and a sea turtle on his shoulder, and he walked leisurely among more than 20 domesticated wolves.
The Tibetan Mastiff resisted the sneak attack at close range, Hai Dongqing pinpointed the whereabouts of the wolf, and the guard captured the tiger with a series of shots.
There were bursts of gunfire, and every bullet was fired without missing a beat. Wherever the gun pointed, there was always a wolf with its head blooming and falling to the ground.
The last shot even passed through the mouth of a wolf and exploded the wolf behind it.
One man, one dog, and one eagle, so tyrannical.
"I'm talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding a blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill..."
Seeing this high-spirited scene, Ye Fan, who was standing in a pavilion, recited a poem and felt a little more fond of the old and strong Wei Qinhu.
This is also the life he wants when he gets old in the future.
I just don’t know who the woman will be by my side at that time?
Thinking of the cold Tang Ruoxue, the gentle Song Hongyan, and the considerate Su Xi'er, Ye Fan felt a little sad in his heart.
"The old man likes to hunt all day long. He either lets us raise wolves or transports ligers and tigers from Africa."
Compared with Ye Fan's praise for Wei Qinhu, Wei Hongchao, who was standing next to Ye Fan, disagreed. He poured Ye Fan a large cup of tea:
"Every month, as many as eighty things die in his hands. In order not to waste it, he forces us to eat this meat every day."
"Our guard dog no longer eats bones and has become a vegetarian."
"I don't know why the old man likes to mess around so much. You said it would be great to learn from other old men's writing to amuse the birds."
Wei Qinhu's hobby of hunting gave Wei Hongchao a headache. Not only was it troublesome to raise the prey, but he also had to worry about Wei Qinhu's safety.
If you make a mistake, you will either die or be seriously injured. After all, these evil wolves will not show mercy.
Ye Fan smiled and said nothing, just lowered his head and drank oolong tea.
Wei Hongchao continued to complain about Wei Qinhu: "I raised a hundred wolves for almost half a year, and they were completely destroyed by him in two months."
He himself didn't realize that he had regarded Mark as someone who could speak his mind.
"Bang bang bang——"
Just as he finished speaking, three gunshots were heard, and three bullets were fired at Ye Fan and Wei Hongchao.
Wei Hongchao's expression changed, and he instinctively pounced on the spot, using military movements to escape.
It was just that his body was stained with a bunch of grass clippings and dust, making him look gray and miserable.
However, Ye Fan remained motionless, and the tea in his hand did not stop, and it still slowly flowed into his throat.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Three bullets grazed Ye Fan's hair and were all nailed into the solid wood pillars of the pavilion. The wood shook and exploded into a lot of fragments.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it and continued to drink the oolong tea slowly.
"Not bad."
Before Wei Hongchao could get up to find out what was going on, Wei Qinhu came up with his men.
After he handed over the Tibetan Mastiff and Haidongqing to his confidants, he looked at Ye Fan with approval and said:
"Taishan collapses in front but remains unchanged, and tigers attack the rear without being frightened. With this mentality at this age, he is worthy of being the youngest national scholar in China."
"You are much better than Wei Hongchao."
"The fact that you are still alive after he provoked him again and again is a sign of mercy on your part."
With those three shots just now, he not only wanted to test Ye Fan, but also wanted to intimidate him, so that this "strong enemy" of the Wei family would be scared to death by him.
But unexpectedly, three bullets hit him head-on. Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't even spill the tea. Instead, Wei Hongchao was covered in grass clippings.
He appreciated Ye Fan a little more.
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your praise."
Wei Hongchao got up and squeezed out a sentence: "I have participated in military training. Avoiding guns is an instinctive reaction. Ye Fan didn't react because he was scared..."
"It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, what matters is that you don't know yourself yet."
Wei Qinhu didn't care that Wei Hongchao was injured and kicked him to the ground. Then he looked at Ye Fan and stretched out his hand while laughing:
"Ye Guoshi, let's meet formally, I'm Wei Qinhu, Minister of Military and Aircraft of Baocheng."
His hands had just finished hunting and were stained with a lot of grass clippings, hair, and the blood of vicious wolves, making him look distant.
But Ye Fan didn't care. He put down the tea cup and smiled: "Ye Fan has met Mr. Wei."
As soon as his palms grasped Wei Qinhu, a surge of brute force surged over him, overwhelming Ye Fan as if he was going to knock him down all of a sudden.
Wei Qinhu's eyes were bright and his mouth was smiling, as if he wanted to test Ye Fan's confidence.
Ye Fan didn't have any trouble or anger, and calmly neutralized all the power of the guard and the tiger.
Wei Qinhu has been a soldier all his life and is extremely powerful. He still attacked suddenly. He thought he could cause trouble for Ye Fan, but he didn't expect that his power was gone.
He was a little unwilling to give in and tried 90% of his strength, but to his surprise, it still didn't work. Instead, his account began to hurt.
"Not bad!"
Wei Qinhu laughed again at Ye Fan:
"Not only are you extraordinary in ability, but your skills and character are also top-notch. No wonder Tu Laogou will accept you as his adopted son."
"Wei Hongchao, this bastard, is so far away from you."
He took back all the power in his palms, then waved someone to bring hot water to wash his and Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan smiled again: "Old Wei is laughing."
"Tsk, there are specialties in the art industry. Grandpa, you can't gain other people's ambition and destroy your own family's prestige."
Wei Hongchao protested again: "I also have many things that Ye Fan can't compare with, okay?"
Although he didn't have the same hatred towards Ye Fan as before, he still felt indescribably depressed when he saw the old man praising Ye Fan like this.
"As long as you have some ability, you will not be killed in the cruise ship tragedy without leaving any trace of your body, and you will only have one breath left."
"As long as you were half as capable as Mark, you wouldn't let Mark give you a way out and pull you up from the eighteenth level of hell."
While Wei Qinhu invited Ye Fan to sit down, he unceremoniously scolded Wei Hongchao:
"I'll give you three hundred people, and you won't even be able to find out who the murderer is."
"Give Ye Fan three hundred men, and he will attack Qianye Zhenxiong from thousands of miles away and chop off his head."
"Don't talk about your Wei Hong Dynasty. Even the dozens of Wei family nephews put together will not be as good as Ye Guoshi."
"You are not even as good as Ye Tianci. At least he knows himself."
He hummed to Wei Hongchao: "You think you are powerful, then tell me, why do I have to hunt once or twice every month?"
Wei Hongchao coughed: "You are bored and are naturally bloodthirsty. You just like to kill happily."
There was a hint of disappointment in Wei Qinhu's eyes: "Is this how you see grandpa?"
Wei Hongchao squeezed out another sentence: "Maintain your marksmanship level?"
"Wei Lao hunted every month and directly faced lions, tigers and wolves. In addition to his hobby of remembering the past, he also wanted to send a message to the outside world."
Ye Fan suddenly spoke up and took over the topic: "Although Mr. Wei is old, he is still strong, his blood is not diminished, and his iron armor is still there."
"When the outside world sees this, they will definitely conclude that the Wei family is united and harmonious, and Mr. Wei is in control of everything. Not only will no one dare to provoke him easily, but they will also look down upon the Wei family."
He looked at Wei Qinhu: "Old Wei seems to be playing with things but he is actually devoting himself to the Wei family."
Wei Hongchao's body trembled and she looked at the old man in shock.
Wei Qinhu stood up with his blood boiling, waved his big hand to his cronies and shouted:
"Come here, serve some wine, some good wine. Today, I want to get drunk with Brother Ye."
He walked behind Ye Fan and reached out to hold Ye Fan's shoulders:
"Brother Ye, from now on, you will have all the support of our guard to capture the tiger."
