Yunding Club is the top circle in Zhonghai. Its members are limited to one sect, two tigers, three gods of wealth, and Song Hongyan.
The president represents the number one person in Zhonghai.
Whether it is the Tianhu Order or the Suzaku Card, they can only command one party, while President Yunding can mobilize the entire Zhonghai resources.
Du Tianhu and Han Nanhua asked Ye Fan to be the president, which means that the Zhonghai circle will respect Ye Fan in the future.
As long as Ye Fan wants, he can control the development of the entire Zhonghai at any time.
"From now on, you will be a man of the hour in this city."
After some celebrations, on the way back to Xuanhuju, Song Hongyan leaned next to Ye Fan with a charming smile:
"It seems that I have a really good taste in choosing men."
She looked at the man next to her with some fascination. From the initial encounter in the car accident, to being impressed by his medical skills, and now he is protected by martial arts.
She didn't deliberately like this man, but Ye Fan attracted her like poison, causing her to fall into the love trap step by step.
As she said a few days ago, as long as Mark dared to marry, she would dare to marry.
Ye Fan felt uncomfortable under the woman's gaze. He touched his face but found nothing. Then he reached out and pinched the woman's chin and smiled:
"What's the matter? It's just Mr. Du and the others who are giving me some face."
"People can respect me because of kindness, but I can't use it to rely on my old age."
Ye Fan kept a clear head: "I am still self-aware of myself."
"It's easy to get one person to show some respect, but it's difficult to get them all to show respect."
Song Hongyan gave a sweet smile and exhaled like orchid: "The Six Hegemons of Zhonghai help each other and unite with the outside world, but secretly they still have their own prides."
"They can be equals, but they will never look up to another person."
"Since the establishment of the Genting Club, there has been no real president, only the leader of the annual round village."
"The leader is limited to organizing meals and meetings for everyone. He has no real decision-making power, let alone mobilizing other people's resources."
"If I had actual authority, I would not be in a hurry as the leader this year, and we would not be attacked by Jiang Hualong."
"So you can imagine how high-minded Du Tianhu, Huang Feihu and Han Lao are."
She had already regarded Ye Fan as her man, so she told Ye Fan from the bottom of her heart: "The fact that you can become the president is a sign of absolute trust in you."
"Yeah?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"No? I think Mr. Du, Chairman Huang, and Mr. Han are all amiable and approachable."
In fact, in his eyes, Du Tianhu and others were also polite and courteous in dealing with all parties.
"That's for you..."
Song Hongyan chuckled and poked Ye Fan's head with her finger:
"If you were an ordinary person, would you think they would be amiable?"
"It's impossible for ordinary people to even meet them."
She reversed Ye Fan's simple thinking: "Do you really think that Zhonghai Liuheng is a good man and woman who eats fast and chants Buddha's name?"
While she was teasing Mark for his innocence, she also admired his indifference. If it were someone else, like her, who would have become the president of Yunding, she would have been overjoyed.
It is too difficult to be as calm as Ye Fan.
Song Hongyan still felt a little distressed. Ye Fan must have experienced too many setbacks in the Tang family, so he could remain unfazed at such a frivolous age.
At this time, Ye Fanzheng nodded lightly: "Yes, if Du Tianhu and the others were really little white rabbits, they wouldn't be able to get to where they are today."
Song Hongyan smiled: "So don't underestimate the president, and don't think it's just a courtesy. It really means that Zhonghai Sixhengs affirms you."
Ye Fan played with the president's badge, then looked at Song Hongyan and said with a smile: "They are positive about me, what about you?"
"The slave family has been yours for a long time."
Song Hongyan lay directly into Ye Fan's arms: "I won't resist on or off the bed. If I really want to make a sound, it will only hurt me if I scream twice."
It's warm, soft and fragrant, with a teasing and sultry touch.
Ye Fan felt restless in his heart and wanted to hold on to those alluring red lips, but in the end he endured it...
He could ignore Liu Fugui who was wearing headphones, nor could he ignore Dugu Shang's curious eyes...
The car quickly returned to Xuanhu Residence, and Ye Fan took Dugu Shang and the others out.
"Wait a minute!"
Song Hongyan remembered something, leaned against the car door and smiled: "I almost forgot something."
Ye Fan stopped.
Song Hongyan took out a bank card and handed it to Ye Fan and said with a smile:
"Tonight's battle will not only determine whether Jiang Hualong returns, but also determine the final ownership of his property back then."
"The 100-billion-yuan territory occupied by Mr. Han and others in Jiang Hualong's early days has been completely supported by law this time."
"When you go in and out, there is a difference of 200 billion. You made everyone make a lot of money."
"There are 20 billion or 10 billion in the card. This is everyone's wish for you as the president, and it is also the reward you should receive tonight."
Song Hongyan put the bank card into Ye Fan's hand: "There are also 10 billion, which is everyone's membership fee for the next ten years."
"membership fee?"
Ye Fan looked at the bank card and smiled bitterly: "Then should I build a club where everyone can get together when they have time?"
With an annual membership fee of 150 million per capita, Ye Fan feels a little hot.
"The benefits are not extravagant, just that you have to treat everyone to dinner twice a year and check your pulse once..."
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I will remind you."
Hearing this, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's no problem."
"Also, President Genting is not an empty title."
Song Hongyan took out another contract and handed it to Ye Fan, her pretty face that was slightly drunk was indescribably rosy:
"In order to completely tie the members together and to leave a way out, Mr. Du and the others invested heavily in establishing the Qianying Group very early on."
"The headquarters is located in Longdu, and it is engaged in the most profitable industries, including entertainment, theaters, and live broadcasts."
"Yunyin, which is now popular across the country and has 100 million active users, is also controlled by Qianying Group."
"The seven of us each hold 10%, and the remaining 30% is issued."
"You are now the president of Genting. According to the articles of association, members will each give you 2% of their shares."
"That is to say, from now on, if you hold 14% of the shares, you will be the largest shareholder of Qianying Group, and you will also have one vote of decision-making power."
Song Hongyan told Ye Fan all about Yunding Club's retreat, which showed Han Nanhua and the others' absolute recognition of Ye Fan.
Qianying Group?
Ye Fan was shocked when he heard this. It was a leading entertainment company. Yunyin Live Broadcast alone had a market value of tens of billions, and the value of Qianying as a whole was frightening.
Of course, market capitalization does not represent the cash that can be obtained, but no matter how small the proportion is, it is still staggering.
"You don't have to think this gift is too heavy."
"This is what you deserve, and it is what Mr. Han and the others want to give sincerely. After all, they will still rely on your medical skills in the future."
Song Hongyan grabbed Ye Fan's hand and signed the document with a swipe: "If you don't accept it, they will be anxious about you and they won't be able to sleep."
"Okay, I accept this gift."
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment: "Thank them for me."
"Ding--"
Just when Song Hongyan was about to tease Ye Fan for supporting her, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it and her pretty face turned slightly cold.
She waved goodbye to Ye Fan gently, and then got into the car to answer the phone.
"I heard that you narrowly escaped death tonight, Song Hongyan, how long will you continue to play?"
A majestic female voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Give you a month, if you don't come back, don't blame me for going to Zhonghai to arrest people..."
