"One hundred million, why don't you go and grab it?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Han Xiangbei's face darkened. For this reason, there was no point in pretending.
Ye Fan, this bastard, seemed to be able to read his mind, and could see all his thoughts clearly.
Han Xiangbei could only show his powerful fangs:
"Besides, you have rescued the ten patients who were injected with Chunxiao."
"The other pneumonia patients have not been injected with Chunxiao. What does my life and death have to do with them?"
"At worst, I think Chunxiao has some minor problems that need to be further improved. I won't make any money from this wave of pneumonia."
His eyes became extremely cold: "Ye Fan, don't even think about blackmailing me."
As soon as these words came out, several bodyguards looked fiercely and stared at Ye Fan fiercely, putting pressure on Ye Fan.
"blackmail?"
Ye Fan ignored Han Xiangbei's pressure: "No, it's just a deal."
"On the surface, you only injected Chunxiao into ten patients, but I believe that with your eagerness for quick success, you must have provided the potion to many big shots."
"The dosage they may be using is not high, and you notified them in time to stop taking the medicine, so there are no side effects for the time being, but that doesn't mean their organs haven't failed."
"The price you need to make up for is very high. They are not as easy to fool as Mrs. Tang."
"And you held a press conference and boasted. Countless patients are waiting for large-scale use in the spring of tomorrow."
"You are now saying that there is something wrong with Chunxiao. Combined with the fact that ten of Mrs. Tang's patients have recovered and she has one hundred thousand tubes, I am afraid that everyone will think that you are selling for a price."
He smiled: "In this way, no matter how much praise you get today, you will be damaged tomorrow."
Han Xiangbei crushed the coffee cup with a click.
Ye Fan poked his weakness.
Among the hundreds of pneumonia patients, there were several big shots. In order to make friends, Mrs. Tang and others gave medicine to those big shots as soon as they got better after trying the medicine.
Although they were slow to use it for a long time, the situation was getting worse.
Han Xiangbei must make amends.
"Mr. Han, there is nothing you can do. You are already riding a tiger."
Ye Fan stabbed the last knife without mercy:
"If you don't want to hold a press conference to admit your mistake, then you can buy these ninety pills from me."
"Nine billion is not much to you at all. If the stock market drops slightly, it will be billions or even tens of billions."
"If you don't want to buy it, I will ask the owner of the Han family to buy it, and the price will be doubled."
He turned around and walked up to Han Xiangbei, picked up a pen, and wrote a series of numbers on the dollar bills:
"Have money ready and call me..."
Outside the window, there was a thunder, and the sky suddenly changed, and raindrops fell.
Not big, but not small either.
"Hahaha--"
But before Ye Fan could go out, Han Xiangbei burst into laughter and looked at the dollar bills between his legs:
“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.”
"I, Han Xiangbei, have seen strong winds and waves in my life, but this is the first time I have seen such a arrogant person as Ye Fan."
"Whether he is a son of a wealthy family or a nephew of his royal family, when they see me, they must respectfully call me uncle."
"If I reprimand or even beat or scold a few times, they will just listen respectfully."
"For someone like you who not only doesn't give me face, but also unscrupulously threatens me, you are the only one I've seen in my life."
"It's just that I don't know whether to say that you are young and energetic, or that you don't know how high the world is."
Han Xiangbei took out a cigar, lit it and blew out a puff of smoke, then stood up:
"But no matter what, I have to teach you a lesson today."
"Let you know that there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."
His gentleness, elegance and peace all faded away, leaving only the majesty and cruelty of a superior person on his face.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Mr. Han, do you want to touch me?"
"I'm not trying to touch you, I just want to help you face yourself."
Han Xiangbei looked sideways at the delicate woman: "Jessica, let Mark stay in this office and reflect."
"When will you figure it out and be willing to hand over the secret recipe of dawn and join the Life Group? When will you let him leave this office?"
After finishing speaking, he waved to Ye Fan and walked straight out of the dean's office.
As soon as Ye Fan moved forward, an exquisite woman and three bodyguards blocked him.
"Mr. Ye, stay."
The delicate woman stretched out her hand to stop Ye Fan from speaking: "If you want to leave, agree to Mr. Han's conditions."
Ye Fan smiled: "Can you stop me?"
The delicate woman smiled slightly when she heard this, then stretched out her hand to tear her narrow skirt apart to make herself more flexible.
Those straight stockings and long legs were exposed.
Extremely pleasing to the eye.
But what she said was extremely disdainful: "You can try to break in."
Ye Fan grabbed a fruit knife on the table, lowered his head, and rushed towards the blocked doorway.
The three Han bodyguards blocked him with cold expressions.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Ye Fan rushed into the crowd, swaying wildly and violently like a willow branch in the wind.
The light of the sword shattered the light, but it only took a moment, and the sound of the cold knife breaking through the wind suddenly stopped.
During this process, the fruit knife that Ye Fan was holding tightly did not even touch the Han family's bodyguards.
And the three Han family bodyguards who used knives all fell in a pool of blood.
The moaning was extremely sad.
They all had several wounds on their abdomens, not deep, but enough to render them incapable of fighting anymore.
"Whoosh!"
The delicate woman's eyelids jumped when she saw this. She never expected that Mark would be so domineering.
But she didn't have time to think too much, she moved her steps, pulled out a dagger, and slashed it at Ye Fan's face.
There is nothing fancy or watery about it, just the ruthlessness and proficiency that have been immersed in it for many years.
At the same time as the cold light flashed, Ye Fan had already moved.
He moved his feet with strength.
The bottom of the pair of shoes that were on the floor had a strong friction with the ground, just like when braking suddenly at high speed.
There was a crisp bang, and before the knife was struck, Ye Fan had already reached the delicate woman's arms.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise, and the delicate woman was knocked four or five meters away by him without even touching Ye Fan with her knife.
Then, she knocked over a bookcase and fell down.
Bleeding from mouth and nose, broken ribs.
No ability to fight back.
The delicate woman's face is ashen.
Ye Fan didn't even look at her, grabbed a black umbrella and went out expressionlessly.
He left the office in a flash, then went straight down the fire escape and arrived at the rain-soaked underground parking lot in one breath.
He passed many people with the help of his umbrella, appeared in front of Han Xiangbei like a phantom, and rushed to the Han family's motorcade without saying a word.
The fruit knife in his hand turned, the tip of the knife tilted downwards, and stabbed through.
The bodyguards of the Han family did not react at all, and did not believe that someone had attacked Han Xiangbei. When they discovered that Ye Fan was approaching and took action, the fruit knife had already stabbed him.
"Here!"
A series of heart-wrenching squeaks, amidst the sparks of metal rubbing against metal, resounded throughout the noisy parking lot.
The dagger held tightly in Ye Fan's hand stabbed in accurately at the moment before the car door closed.
The car door rubbed against the blade and vibrated, and finally failed to close.
Instead, it bounced away.
Then Han Xiangbei's face was revealed, and he was slightly startled when he saw Ye Fan.
"Mr. Han, I'm sorry."
Ye Fan kicked away an approaching bodyguard, then looked at Han Xiangbei and smiled: "We meet again."
Han Xiangbei was very angry and surprised that Jessica, who had been following him for many years, did not keep Mark.
Then, he stared at Ye Fan who was holding the knife and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing to do..."
Ye Fan smiled brightly: "I just want to tell you that it's windy and rainy, so father-in-law, please be careful all the way..."
"Snapped--"
After saying that, Ye Fan slapped Han Xiangbei on the face.
Crisp and loud!
Then, Ye Fan walked away.
Han Xiangbei covered his cheek, first in a daze, then furious, and then laughing wildly.
