Ye Mansion.

Han Daoren, who was in a well-suited suit, rang the doorbell.

Then, he was calm and waited for the door to open without a wave.

Crack.

In less than half a minute, the door opened.

It was not someone else who opened the door for him, but Ye Shoutian.

The two looked at each other, and Han Daoren pursed his lips and said, "Is Mr. Ye at home?"

"It's late at night." Ye Shoutian tactfully sent an order to expel guests.

The shock in my heart is hard to calm down.

Han Daoren disappeared for more than 24 hours a day. Fang Zhengsheng personally called Ye Gongguan to keep his guard at high alert.

At this moment, this extremely dangerous person was standing at the door of Ye Mansion and wanted to see his father.

"I know, Mr. Ye didn't sleep." Han Daoren did not take the initiative to step into Ye's mansion, but did not choose to leave.

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Shoutian gave up and said lightly: "Don't stay for too long. The Ye family does not welcome you."

Han Daoren walked into Ye Mansion.

He still remembers that when he first stepped into Ye’s mansion, Mr. Ye gave him a very high evaluation.

But time has changed, things have changed.

Ye Mansion is very big and magnificent.

Just like Mr. Ye’s status in Mingzhu City.

Without him, the Mingzhu Chamber of Commerce would be unable to compete with those three cities.

Without him, perhaps Han Daoren would not have fallen to this day.

"The Pearl Chamber of Commerce of Flowing Water." Han Daoren said in a low voice. "The iron-clad Ye Mansion."

After saying that, he walked forward.

Go straight to the backyard of Ye Mansion.

According to Mr. Ye's instructions, Ye Shoutian did not follow. Although he had many concerns, his father's words were imperial edicts in Ye's mansion. No one dared to rebel except Ye Xue.

“The risk is too great.”

Cao Wanqiu walked over slowly, frowned and said, "Father shouldn't have seen Han Daoren alone."

Ye Shoutian took a deep breath of air conditioning and asked back: "Can you change your father's mind?"

Cao Wanqiu shook his head.

"Ye Zi is not at home tonight." Ye Shoutian gently held his wife's palm. "This is also what his father means."

Cao Wanqiu's heart sank and responded hard to Ye Shoutian, but said nothing.

...

Han Daoren came to the backyard alone.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door as much as possible.

"Enter."

It was Mr. Ye’s voice.

Crack.

Han Daoren pushed open the door and his eyes fell on the living room, and Old Ye was writing.

It was already the second half of the night. Old Ye was still energetic and there was no fatigue between his eyebrows.

“It’s strong wind.”

Old Man Ye said without raising his head.

"yes."

Han Daoren nodded and closed the door with his backhand.

Then, he walked towards the living room calmly and stood opposite the table.

Mr. Ye is writing.

The first character has been completed. It is the character phoenix.

The second character is half written, and it looks like a woven character.

"It's rare?" Han Daoren's thin lips slightly opened.

Old Ye nodded slightly and finished writing the second word.

"Do you remember the first time you met?" Old Ye said in a plain tone. "I said that you have a world of mind."

"So after you abdicate, I will help your son ascend to the president's throne." Han Daoren used the honorific title.

Even when he was in this situation, he still kept respect for Mr. Ye.

"I thought, I would be next." Han Daoren said calmly.

"I agreed to Lu Yueting proposed marriage back then." Old Ye said slowly, wrinkles on his old face were carved like a knife. "If it was you who proposed marriage back, I would also agree."

"I have self-knowledge. Han Jin is not worthy of your granddaughter." Han Daoren said calmly.

"It's just a proposal. What's the right thing to do?" Old Ye asked back. "I won't get married."

Han Daoren's eyes sank.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Old Ye.

He never doubted Mr. Ye's courage and strategy.

In his life, the only strong man he admired was Mr. Ye.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Han Daoren frowned.

"Your surname is Han. Not Ye." Mr. Ye continued to write the third word. His wrist was calm and powerful. "I have no obligation to teach you how to be a human being and do things."

Han Daoren took a deep breath.

He heard Mr. Ye’s subtext.

He also believed that Lu Yueting took the initiative to mention it. It was not instructed by Mr. Ye or had any hints.

After the Ye Lu family got married that year, Lu Yueting successfully became the next president of the Chamber of Commerce. From then on, he firmly held the throne of the No. 2 wealthy family in Mingzhu and left Han Daoren far away.

It was also that presidential election.

Han Daoren and Ye Lao were alienated and gradually became distant.

"What you heard and seen in Ye Mansion, including the treatment in my small courtyard, Lu Yueting has experienced it. Over the years, about seven or eight people have come." Old Ye said lightly, as if he had put his energy into his pen.

The word "Lin" is difficult to write, and it is even more difficult to write well.

"Lu Yueting is not the only one, nor are you." Mr. Ye wrote it carefully. "Lu must always walk by himself. What do you think?"

Han Daoren exhaled a breath of turbid air. He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He had a resentment.

But at this moment, less than half remained.

Old Ye’s words seem to be understatement, but they point directly to the hearts of the people.

"But you helped Lu Yueting choose a dead end." Old Ye wrote the last stroke of the third word in a deep voice and said indifferently. "He could have been immortal. You pushed him to hell."

Mr. Ye picked up his pen and dipped it ink.

Continue to write the last word: "Do you hate him so much? Are you so wronged? Why can't you admit that he is better than you and more qualified than you?"

One stroke at a time.

The fourth word is that Mr. Ye is about to be completed.

"I gave you a chance. I gave it twice." After writing the last word, Mr. Ye put down his brush.

Then he picked up the cooled teacup and took two sips.

"You have to be the president. I will give way to you." Old Ye's eyes were calm, but majestic. "But you can't make a deal with the devil. You can't lead a wolf into the house."

"You can't be the president. There is also the vice president." Old Ye raised his eyes and looked directly at Han Daoren. "You shouldn't be swallowed by evil ghosts! No one has ever felt sorry for you! Everything you have experienced is caused by your own fault!"

"Enough."

Han Daoren said two words coldly.

His body was trembling slightly.

There was no expression on his face, but his murderous intent was revealed.

His eyes were cold and he looked at Old Ye: "In terms of eloquence, you will always be unbeaten. No one can argue with you."
To be continued...