At one o'clock at noon, after Qin Feng finished moving thirty oxygen tanks, he was already exhausted and sweating profusely.
While cursing the most vicious woman's heart, he slipped out of the back door, took a taxi and went straight to the address Wen Lan sent.
Baihua Restaurant.
After getting off the bus, Qin Feng reported his name and went directly to the private room on the third floor.
As soon as he pushed the door open a crack, he heard a man's voice coming from inside.
"Mr. Wen, you'd better think about this matter carefully before making a decision."
"There are more than 150 venues in Nancheng, with more than one billion in sales and purchases. It is impossible to stop just when you want."
"This can support thousands of people. Where will they go when the place stops? How will you explain to these uncles?"
"The general election is coming soon. If you make a sweeping decision at this juncture, I'm afraid it will be very detrimental to you."
The man spoke in a calm tone with a hint of menace.
"if not?"
Wen Lan's tone was very calm: "Nancheng is close to the combat readiness headquarters. There are more than 30 venues that have opened less than a kilometer away from the war headquarters at some time."
"It's already good that those soldiers didn't directly kill them with guns. By shutting them down now, we can stop the losses in time and avoid troubles that can't be dealt with in the future."
"If they feel that my doing this has harmed their interests, then the War Department will let them negotiate on their own."
"But the war department wants you to talk to me in person."
The man sighed: "Adjutant Wang has already spoken. If you don't go in person, he won't be able to give you a chance to shut down the situation. He will directly wipe out the situation and hold Hong She responsible together."
"No matter how big Hongshe is, they are still bandits."
"In this land of China, bandits have not fought with officials since ancient times, not to mention that they are soldiers with guns."
The man stood up: "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, Moon Bay, he will wait for you for an hour."
When the door was pushed open, Qin Feng noticed that the man was in his fifties, wearing a black suit, and there was a sinister expression between his brows.
The man didn't notice Qin Feng and walked away.
Qin Feng paid more attention to him and noticed the killing intention flashing between his eyebrows.
"Come in, when do you plan to eavesdrop?"
Just as Qin Feng was thinking about where the murderous aura came from, Wen Lan's cold voice sounded in the box.
Qin Feng opened the door awkwardly and saw Wen Lan sitting on the sofa, leaning forward with his slender figure and staring at him with angry eyes.
The dark red cheongsam and the overlapping snow-white legs make her look slender and charming. Coupled with the cheeks that have been frozen for many years, she looks like a cold queen in the palace.
No matter how many times he saw Wen Lan, Qin Feng always had a sense of being visually shocked and amazed.
It was as if my heart had been tugged.
"sit down."
"You really put in a good shift last night."
Wen Lanfeng stared at him and snorted softly.
Qin Feng's butt didn't feel hot anymore, so he stood up quickly: "Sister Lan, I'm not..."
"Not what?"
Wen Lanfeng's eyes were clear: "I feel uncomfortable living at my sister's house, so I want to go to Qing Qian's house to visit, right?"
"Sit down first."
Seeing Qin Feng at a loss, she sighed softly: "What happened last night? How could you have a conflict with Yan Zihao?"
Qin Feng sat on the chair: "Didn't he tell you?"
"I want to hear what you have to say."
Qin Feng pondered for a moment and then stated exactly what happened last night.
I just skipped the scene of being surprised by Tang Qingqian's kiss.
Then, he wondered: "Why would Sister Lan think about getting engaged to my senior sister? This should be something that the older generation likes to do, and it doesn't look like Sister Lan's style."
Wen Lan exhaled softly: "Yan Zihao's father has been with me for many years. He used to be very polite. I don't know why he suddenly became like this after two years abroad."
"However, I have told Yan Qing to discipline my son well, and he also promised me that such a thing will not happen again in the future."
Qin Feng heard the tone of the words: "Aren't you going to cancel this engagement?"
He had seen what Yan Zihao was like. Wouldn't continuing this engagement mean pushing Tang Qingqian into a pit of fire?
Is it true that, as Tang Qingqian said, Wen Lan would rather sacrifice her daughter than cancel their engagement in order to maintain her position?
Wen Lan's beautiful eyes flashed with suspicion: "You seem to be very concerned about Qingqian's affairs."
Qin Feng blushed: "No, I just think Yan Zihao is unreliable. If he persists, it may harm Qing Qian's life."
"Marriage is a lifelong event and should not be trivial." He spoke from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Lan said nothing and stared with phoenix eyes.
"Come here." Her red lips parted slightly.
Qin Feng subconsciously stood up and walked to her.
"Sit." Wen Lan glanced at the sofa next to her.
Qin Feng hesitated for a moment and sat down next to Wen Lan.
A faint fragrance entered his nose, Qin Feng had always liked the smell of Wen Lan.
But he clenched his hands nervously, not even daring to raise his head.
Wen Lanfeng stared hard, put her red lips to her ear, and asked in a magnetic voice: "Tell me the truth, sister, did you two do it last night?"