Mao Renxiong slapped the table and angrily shouted: "Where's Liu Anran? Why haven't you come to see me yet?"
"Mr. Mao, please be patient. Our general manager will be here soon." After the receptionist finished speaking, a hearty laugh came over.
"Mr. Mao, why should you be angry? I'm here right now."
Ye Fan walked in with his head held high.
Mao Renxiong's eyes flashed. He, an old man like him, could see how powerful Ye Fan was at a glance. He calmed down his anger and said in a deep voice: "Are you Liu Anran?"
"No, I am her cousin, my surname is Ye. If you have any questions, you can tell me. I can completely represent the mortal group."
"Then let me get straight to the point. Your Mortal Group, the Red Sleeve Group, and the Ping An Group jointly suppressed the Juding Group. Was it Zhao Qingmei who took the lead?"
Ye Fan said: "Is this important?"
Mao Renxiong hummed: "Of course it is important. If Zhao Qingmei is the one taking the lead and the Mortal Group is just helping, then our Mao family can be lenient. As long as you issue a statement to stop dealings with the Red Sleeve Group, and fully support our Mao family's development in Changning
, then the mortal group is the friend of the Mao family."
"What if not?"
"Otherwise, like the Red Sleeve Group, it will end in ruin, and Zhao Qingmei will also be caught by me, tortured and humiliated."
Mao Renxiong said and sneered, "Maybe you don't know that our Mao Family and many other families in Jinhua have mobilized huge amounts of funds to acquire a large number of Changning companies. Soon, our Mao Family will account for most of the entire Changning business community.
"
Ye Fan clicked his tongue and said, "It's indeed a big deal."
"Boy, you should understand that Zhao Qingmei cannot compete with the Mao family. As long as you support the Mao family and follow the Mao family, your future development will be unlimited."
"In addition to the Mortal Group, there are also people from my Mao family who are going to the Ping An Group. As expected, the Ping An Group will definitely agree to follow the Mao family, so the only thing left is the Mortal Group!"
Mao Renxiong stared at Ye Fan, pressing forward with a strong momentum, as if he wanted Ye Fan to agree immediately and sign the agreement without any room for error.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan was calm and gentle.
'Good boy!'
Mao Renxiong was secretly shocked, "You can actually be calm and composed under my momentum. You are a talent."
"Have you thought about it?"
"It's not impossible to let the mortal group support the Mao family. However, empty promises are useless. I am a very practical person. I want to see tangible benefits."
"What do you want?" Mao Renxiong asked.
"One billion."
Ye Fan blurted out and solemnly said: "The Mao family has paid our Mortal Group one billion in remuneration, so we will support the Mao family and help the Mao family gain a foothold in the Changning business community."
Mao Renxiong was not angry at all. He smiled coldly and said: "One billion, boy, your appetite is quite big. But I agreed. One billion is nothing to my Mao family."
"really?"
"Humph, I am Mao Renxiong, the third master of the Mao family, and I keep my word." Mao Renxiong made a phone call with a proud face.
Ten minutes later, the assistant sent a contract and a check for one billion.
"Sign the contract."
"Mr. Mao, this contract is too ridiculous. There is no way to do it. It is simply taking away the Mortal Group. Why, my huge Mortal Group is only worth one billion?"
Ye Fan tore up the contract on the spot.
Mao Renxiong glared, "You..."
"Third Master, there is no need to be angry. It doesn't matter if you sign the contract or not. With a position like ours, we never go back on our word. If I accept one billion, the Mortal Group will immediately issue a statement to cut off all ties with the Red Sleeve Group and support the Mao family."
"Boy, you have courage!"
Mao Renxiong nodded and got up to visit the Mortal Group. Suddenly, a phone call came, and the rapid ringing made him feel uneasy.
"Jialan, what's the matter?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Mao Jialan's cry came from the other end of the phone, "Third uncle, something big has happened. My brother has been crippled, just like Viagra, he has been crippled!"
"What are you talking about?" Mao Renxiong couldn't react.
"Third uncle, after you went to the Mortal Group, Jiahui volunteered and went to the Ping An Group to talk things over. But I didn't expect that bitch An Miaoyi actually ordered someone to destroy Jiahui. Wow, oh, oh, Jiahui is a useless person.
, just like Viagra, woo woo woo!”
Rumble.
Mao Renxiong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his brain buzzed and his body shook violently.