Chapter eight hundred and eighty third remember to pay
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Qingyi personally drove to the Song Group to pick up Ye Fan.
After a few words of greeting with Song Hongyan, she sent Ye Fan off to Qingyuan with a respectful look.
After President Chiang died, Yuan Qingyi changed a place called Qingyuan to be the headquarters of the Dragon City of the Wuma League.
Qingyuan is located in the suburbs. It is a majestic, gray-white giant building that looks like a giant eagle flying into the sky. It looks even more extraordinary with the Great Wall at its back.
This is an old-fashioned building from half a century ago. It is also where Yuan Qingyi grew up. After she was excluded and married, no one lived here.
Later, after Yuan Huihuang became a core figure, he kept the Qingyuan and found an opportunity to give it to Yuan Qingyi.
After Yuan Qingyi took control of the Longdu Martial League, he moved back in without a second thought and designated it as the headquarters of the Longdu Martial League.
Ye Fan got out of the car door and glanced at the environment.
Qingyuan has swept away the deserted silence of the past and returned to the bustling traffic of many years ago.
Dozens of red lanterns for housewarming made it even more festive.
Ye Fan chuckled: "It's a good place to hide the wind and get the water."
"The simple place made Ye rarely smile."
Yuan Qingyi wears a light blue cheongsam, which not only makes her tall and straight figure stand out, but also makes her thighs in the slit slightly visible, which is very attractive.
"Master Ye, please come in. I have an appointment with the Miao family at 3:30. I still have time. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."
Then she gently moved her hand and introduced Ye Fan into Qingyuan. The respect and gentleness surprised many martial arts disciples.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ye Fan followed Yuan Qingyi into the garden and curiously asked: "Is Miao Jinge coming in person?"
In the past few days since his return, Ye Fan has not been idle. He secretly let people release the news, telling Miao Jingyun that he was not dead and that his life would be worse than death in his hands.
He thought that Miao Jinge would attack him or capture him alive for trading, but he didn't expect that Miao Jinge would have to chat with him first.
Although they haven't met yet, Ye Fan can tell that it is probably related to Miao Jingyun.
"Miao Jinge heard that he missed his son too much and became ill. He vomited blood several times while lying on the bed and couldn't even get up."
Yuan Qingyi said softly: "I don't know whether this news is true or not, and it is difficult to find out. After all, no one around him can penetrate it."
"Miao Jinge is sick..." Ye Fan heard the words and sneered without comment: "What are you playing with?"
Regarding Miao Jinge, a nine-generation evildoer, Ye Fan would not believe that he became ill because of longing for him. It was more like there was some conspiracy behind him.
Moreover, Miao Jinge himself has excellent medical skills, so how could he make himself so sick that he could not get out of bed?
"I also think he is pretending to be ill, but it is still good for him."
Yuan Qingyi told Ye Fan the news: "At least he moved his clan uncle out."
"Miao Taidou is the old patriarch of the Miao clan and Sai Mengchang in Miao City. He has many followers. By the way, he also served as the official head of Miao City."
"I am over seventy years old and have great prestige. This time I came to Longdu, firstly to visit an old friend, and secondly to see you on behalf of Miao Jinge."
Her smile was very playful: "But I feel like I'm more here to trouble you."
Ye Fan laughed when he heard this: "Miao Jinge is treating his uncle as a spearman."
"He clearly knows that it is difficult to reconcile the conflict between me and him. If he really wants to settle the matter and rescue Miao Jingyun, he should come and solve the problem in person."
"I pretended to be sick and asked Miao Taidou to show up. I wanted to use his hand to suppress me."
"It's a pity that he doesn't understand. If Miao Taidou could suppress me, I would no longer be able to survive in Longdu."
He smiled faintly: "Miao Jinge's situation is still a bit small."
"You have to be careful. He is also a person who has been ups and downs in Miaocheng for many years. He is not only deeply rooted in Miaocheng, but also has extensive connections in Longdu."
Yuan Qingyi reminded him softly: "You know, there are also a certain proportion of Miao City dignitaries in Longdu, and they also have great respect for Miao Taidou."
"If you and Miao Taidou get into trouble, they will probably join forces to deal with you."
She sighed quietly: "This world has never been about fighting and killing, black and white, but the world's human nature."
Ye Fan tilted his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I can still stand tall today."
Yuan Qingyi smiled sweetly: "I have always had full confidence in Mr. Ye."
There was also a touch of passion in her eyes, but there was a hint of regret in her heart. Meeting the right person at the wrong time, how can God be so funny?
"I've met Inspector Ye and President Yuan!"
"President Yuan, Mr. Miao and the others arrived ten minutes ago, accompanied by Elder Duanmuchang."
Before Ye Fan followed Yuan Qingyi into the hall, a woman in yellow greeted them and reported to the two of them respectfully: "I am waiting in the hall. Mr. Miao was very angry when he saw that you were not there. He smashed two tables.
open."
She lowered her voice: "Elder Duanmuchang is also a little unhappy, saying that you are too disrespectful to your elders."
"Elder Duanmu is here too?"
Yuan Qingyi frowned slightly, and then said to Ye Fan: "The old man from the Yuan Lao Pavilion, the former witch doctor of the Martial Alliance, came from Miao City, and has some good practices."
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and said softly: "No matter who he is, the elder or the patriarch, if he dares to rely on his elders in my face, I will not give him face."
After finishing speaking, he walked into the open hall.
The nearly 100-square-meter hall does not have much decoration, just a few calligraphy and paintings and a few sets of bamboo furniture. There is not even a TV.
It seems simple, but it is antique and very interesting.
But just as the woman in yellow said, the hall was in a mess.
Several chairs were torn to pieces on the ground, several cups were broken, and there were several tea stains on the ground.
In the middle, there were two old men sitting in Miao-style clothes. One was chubby, about 1.6 meters tall, with a round face and no apparent emotion or anger.
A tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, with a pig-loin face and a goatee, but with obvious wrinkles on his face, he was calm and powerful.
Behind them, there were seven or eight other men and women standing with arrogant postures, looking aloof.
In this Longdu Martial League, they have always had the feeling that no one takes them seriously.
One of them was a beautiful-looking woman in well-dressed clothes, wearing more than a dozen gold bracelets on her hands, and she looked even more arrogant.
Ye Fan didn't need Yuan Qingyi's introduction, but he could also tell that the old guy with the goatee was Miao Taidou, and the fat man was Duanmu Chang of the Martial Alliance.
"You bastard, are Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi here?"
Seeing someone else walking in, Duanmuchang thought it was another handyman and shouted angrily: "We have been waiting for ten minutes, when will we wait?"
He asked in a questioning tone: "It's getting more and more unruly. You knew we were coming and why didn't you wait in advance?"
"Tell them to get here right away, old man."
Miao Taidou was even more murderous: "If you don't come, I will smash them to pieces like a table."
While he was talking, he slapped the table, and the bamboo table broke with a click.
A pile of debris.
"A table of 100 million."
Ye Fan looked at Miao Taidou and said calmly: "Remember to apologize later..."
