After accepting Dong Qianli's brother and sister, Ye Fan called Song Hongyan and the others over, and then set up two tables to celebrate.
Ye Fan also made appropriate arrangements for Dong Qianli's brother and sister.
He asked Dong Qianli to recuperate from his injuries first, and when he recovered, he would temporarily work for him as Hengcheng's driver.
This can make Ye Fan more familiar with Hengcheng and deepen the relationship between the two.
If there are other developments in the future or what Dong Qianli wants, Ye Fan will make corresponding arrangements for him.
The salary is 20,000 yuan, plus a commission from Hengcheng Jin Zhilin in the future.
As for Dong Shuangshuang, Ye Fan certainly would not let her continue doing odd jobs.
Ye Fan called Chairman Qi Da and arranged for Dong Shuangshuang to work as an artist at Qianying Company.
Dong Shuangshuang longed for the spotlight in her heart, so Ye Fan gave her a chance to rise. It was up to her whether she could seize it.
Seeing how well Ye Fan arranged himself and his sister, Dong Qianli felt even more affectionate towards Ye Fan.
He wished he could recover as soon as possible so that Ye Fan could charge into battle.
After Ye Fan finished eating, he returned to 702. Song Hongyan handed Ye Fan a glass of hot milk to relieve his hangover.
At the same time, she smiled at Ye Fan: "Doctor Ye, congratulations, you have accepted another general."
She already had a comprehensive understanding of Dong Qianli and knew that he was an invincible master of hidden weapons.
With him protecting Ye Fan, Ye Fan would be safer in the future, and Song Hongyan felt happy.
"Dong Qianli is indeed a rare talent."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "It's just that if he follows me, I'm afraid there will be a bloody storm, and he's afraid he will never be able to go back to the ordinary days of selling lottery tickets."
"Ever since the Dong family stood in the purple youth camp ten years ago, Dong Qianli's mediocrity has been gone forever."
Song Hongyan smiled and said: "Unless he can be a coward for the rest of his life, and hide his identity so that no one can tell."
"Otherwise, he and Dong Shuangshuang will be involved in the storm sooner or later."
"Following us, although we will face a lot of wind and waves, the risks borne by a big ship are far better than those of a light boat."
She added: "I don't think Dong Qianli will regret today's choice!"
"My lady is right!"
Ye Fan smiled and hugged Song Hongyan, and whispered to the woman: "My wife, don't you regret choosing me?"
Song Hongyan gently wiped the milk from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth:
"I only regret that I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise I could have been a little woman earlier."
"Earlier, just earlier, I can become the only one in your heart..."
Her fingers were still drawing circles on Ye Fan's chest, with unspeakable regret in her eyes.
If she had known Ye Fan a year earlier, she would have filled his heart.
"You are my only one now!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly, grabbed the woman's finger, lowered his head and kissed her red lips...
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan had a warm relationship and were about to take a nap when they were woken up again by Ling Guojiang's phone call.
Ling Guojiang asked Ye Fan to go to Ling's house for afternoon tea.
Ye Fan was thinking that Ling Guojiang might have something important to do, so he rushed over without saying much.
Half an hour later, Ye Fan appeared in front of Ling Guojiang.
Ling Guojiang was sitting in the glass room, basking in the sun. There was a table in front of him with snacks and black tea.
After recuperating for so many days, Ling Guojiang's complexion became even better and he felt energetic.
Ye Fan was not too polite and poured himself a cup of black tea to drink.
Then, he asked casually: "Old man, what's the big deal for calling me here?"
"Luo Ba Dao sent Luo Yanni to come and personally send me an invitation."
Ling Guojiang handed Ye Fan a black and white post:
"Luo Feiyu will be buried at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. He invited the Ling family to go to the Luo family cemetery to watch the ceremony."
He asked back: "Do you think I should go there?"
"funeral?"
Ye Fan was surprised to get the post:
"I thought he would be frozen for ten and a half days, and he would not be buried unless his blood revenge was avenged."
"Now that I'm buried in a hurry, I'm afraid there's something wrong inside."
The corpse is always the biggest weapon to accuse the victim.
This is also the reason why Yang Feicui and Jia Qilin have not been buried yet.
"I heard that Jia Zihao was angry with Luo Feiyu and killed his son. He cut Luo Feiyu into pieces and then sent him back to the Luo family."
Ling Guojiang picked up the black tea and took a sip, and then his voice was slow and steady:
"Luo Badao couldn't bear to look directly at him, and he was also worried that his female family members would be stimulated, so he wanted to bury Luo Feiyu as soon as possible."
"The reasons are quite good, but I always feel that there is something in it."
"I have received rumors that the Luo family is selling off their assets and running away."
Ling Guojiang smiled: "The 10 billion donated to the Swiss royal family to build the medical school is the road construction fee."
"Bury, run away..."
Ye Fan thoughtfully said: "Are you worried that something will happen at the funeral tomorrow?"
"Luo Badao killed you and other enemies and then ran away?"
He could more or less peek into Ling Guojiang's thoughts.
"In addition to giving me the post, Luo Badao also gave invitations to the other seven gambling kings."
Ling Guojiang smiled softly: "That means he invited all the first-class forces except the Yang family."
"Although I don't think Luo Badao has the guts to do everything, but what if he stabs him in the gut?"
He sighed: "In the current chaotic situation, many things cannot be explained clearly."
"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a bit risky."
Ye Fan gently shook the black tea: "Then you don't want to participate, or send a representative over."
"But if you don't go, it would be a bit unkind. After all, his son is dead."
Ling Guojiang had a headache: "And if I don't go, he will treat me as an enemy..."
"Why do I feel like you really want to participate?"
Ye Fan suddenly smelled something and looked at the old man: "Are you eager to have something happen and fish in troubled waters?"
"My instinct tells me that there will be a good show at this funeral."
Ling Guojiang laughed loudly: "I don't want to miss it, but I'm afraid of dying..."
Ye Fan said simply and neatly: "Be direct!"
"I want you to come with me."
Ling Guojiang picked up the teapot and poured a full cup for Ye Fan: "With you here, I have nothing to fear!"
Ye Fan tapped his fingers lightly but did not respond directly...
While Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang were discussing whether to attend the funeral, Tang Ruoxue was standing at a shooting range and scanning the thirty men in masks.
These are the thirty snipers mobilized by Jia Zihao and his second wife.
The leader was a man with triangular eyes, neither tall nor strong, and as silent as a piece of wood.
But it gives people an unspeakably dangerous aura.
Tang Ruoxue would not be easily fooled by Jia Zihao and the others, so she let thirty snipers come to the shooting range to shoot.
She wanted to see if these gunmen were real or just dogs and cats.
"I don't see your true colors, and I don't care about your details."
Tang Ruoxue's eyes were very sharp: "Because we have the same goal and the same enemy gathered together."
"If you want to complete the task, you can only have one mind and work hard in one place. It has nothing to do with your identity."
"So I won't have the slightest curiosity about you, nor will I have the slightest doubt about your motives."
"It's just that your identity has nothing to do with the mission, but your ability affects whether the attack is successful."
"So please show your most powerful and powerful marksmanship."
"Let me take a look at your capabilities and see if you are qualified to carry out tasks with me."
Tang Ruoxue pointed forward: "Mobile target, each person has ten rounds of bullets. If you miss more than twice, get back."
Three hundred flying saucers, ten for each person, must hit more than eight, otherwise they will not be eligible for residual operations.
Thirty snipers responded in a low voice: "Understood!"
"Turn around!"
Tang Ruoxue made a gesture again: "I'll give you five minutes to prepare."
"Check the firearm, check the ammunition, calculate the distance and wind direction."
She reminded the thirty snipers: "I hope you won't let me down."
The thirty snipers didn't make any move, they just stood quietly with the man with triangular eyes.
No one checked the firearms, checked the ammunition, or calculated the distance or wind direction.
They seem to know nothing, yet they seem to be full of confidence.
Tang Ruoxue frowned slightly when she heard this, thinking that Jia Zihao and the others were causing trouble and found a group of rookies for herself.
But she didn't say much, she just slowly retreated under the sun umbrella on the high platform.
She sat on a chair and asked Aunt Qing to record the entire scene.
Tang Ruoxue was going to throw the results of these people at Jia Zihao and the others.
Either replace a group of real snipers, or cancel the cooperation and seek revenge on Luo Ba Dao.
When the five minutes were up, Tang Ruoxue gave the order: "Shoot!"
"Swish swish——"
As soon as he finished speaking, three hundred flying saucers popped up a hundred meters in front of him.
Extremely fast, like a flying bird.
"Bang bang bang——"
But before Tang Ruoxue could sit back in her seat, she saw Triangle Eyes and the others turning around at the same time.
The muzzle of the gun pointed in the air, and then the trigger was pulled.
A series of gunshots were heard, and countless debris flew ahead.
Then the body rolled again, and the gun fired high or low.
"boom--"
Thirty shots were fired simultaneously again.
Three hundred bullets were fired non-stop, pouring into the sky like rain.
Three hundred flying saucers were ejected and smashed together...
