He has always regarded himself as the first of the ten kings of hell.
Relying on the iron palm skills inherited from his ancestors, he is invincible in defeating all the devils.
He has three thousand disciples under his command, all of whom are brave and good at fighting.
I came to Haicheng this time just to stand up for Shen Qiuhan.
But who would have thought that the famous black-faced King of Hell would be ravaged by a little cleaner on Alcatraz Island?
The most humiliating thing is.
In order to survive, the black-faced King of Hell begged the other party for mercy.
When he thought of the previous humiliating scene, the Black-faced King of Hell became ashamed and angry.
"What a terrifying aura."
"Who says it's not the case? I don't know why, but my body is imprisoned and I can't move."
"The power of the King of Hell is so terrifying."
"Hey, that kid is dead."
The people watching the show shook their heads and sighed, as if they were not optimistic about Ye Tian.
Because the distance is too far.
In addition, Qiu Qianzhong was arrogant about everything.
Therefore, he did not see Ye Tian's face clearly.
not to mention.
There were layers of dark clouds covering the sky above the Eight Immortals Village, and the light was particularly dim.
Relying on Qiu Qianzhong as his backer, Qiu Peng took out a thousand yuan from his wallet, threw it on Ye Tian's chest, and said with a cruel smile: "I, Qiu Peng, want to buy your company for a thousand yuan! Do you have any objections? ?”
"He has a shitty opinion!" Cui Zhihao, who was standing by, chuckled and said with a look of disdain: "Hey, why don't you quickly thank Mr. Qiu for the reward?"
"Oh, you don't know how to live or die, how dare you offend Mr. Qiu."
"Who says it isn't?"
"Master Qiu is very generous if he is willing to give you one thousand yuan!"
"Why don't you kneel down quickly and pick up the money!"
The bitch who was injured by Ye Tian before had a face full of gloating.
Even if Phoenix Entertainment’s stock price plummets.
No matter what, it's probably worth over a billion.
But Qiu Peng actually wanted to use one thousand yuan to acquire Phoenix Entertainment. It was really a wishful thinking.
Seeing that Ye Tian seemed to be scared, Qiu Peng became more arrogant and said arrogantly: "This thousand yuan is enough for you to take a taxi. If you are sensible, you can transfer the company to me! Do you understand?"
"If you are mentally ill, go to a mental hospital!" Ye Tian sneered, grabbed Qiu Peng's head, and hit it hard on the ground.
Bang, bang.
After two consecutive hits, Qiu Peng felt dizzy and had to ask Qiu Qianzhong for help.
Seeing his beloved son being beaten, Qiu Qianzhong roared angrily: "How outrageous! Can you beat the son of my black-faced King of Hell?"
"Ruined!"
"The wrath of the black-faced King of Hell is unstoppable!"
"Hey, you're still too young and don't know how to curb your sharp edges!"
Some old people in the world couldn't help but feel sorry for Ye Tian.
As the saying goes, if the trees in the forest are beautiful, the wind will destroy them.
This guy just can't be too good.
Especially the kind of person who is both excellent and arrogant.
Snap.
Qiu Qianzhong stepped hard on the ground with his toes, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, killing Ye Tian.
Ye Tian seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Qiu Qianzhong, you are a coward, aren't you? You dare to offend me?"
"I, Qiu Qianzhong, am the Black-faced King of Hell, let alone offending you, even if I kill...!" Qiu Qianzhong had just finished speaking, his pupils suddenly tightened, his legs became weak involuntarily, and he immediately knelt down to Ye Tian before.
"What happened?"
"Why is the black-faced King of Hell kneeling?"
"Is it possible that his cold legs are acting up?"
The onlookers were astonished and looked in disbelief.
Even Qiu Peng and Cui Zhihao were dumbfounded.
Qiu Peng said anxiously: "Dad, why are you kneeling?"
How dare Qiu Qianzhong not kneel down?
Don't look at the fact that he brought more than 200 disciples.
But these disciples are not enough for Ye Tian to fill his teeth.
"You bastard, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Mr. Ye!" Qiu Qianzhong brought down his knife hand and struck Qiu Peng's leg, but saw his knees weakened and he knelt directly in front of Ye Tian.
This scene before my eyes.
It really surprised Chu Wenbao, Chu Yanan and others.
Especially Chu Wenbao, he was completely conquered by Ye Tian's strength and did not dare to have the slightest disobedience.
Ye Tian looked down at Qiu Qianzhong and sneered: "Black-faced King of Hell, your son threatens me, what do you think I should do with him?"
"Mr. Ye, it's all my fault for my poor discipline. I am willing to make compensation and please spare my son's life." Qiu Qianzhong hurriedly took out a check from his sleeve and handed it over respectfully.
Ye Tian took the check and saw that it was actually 100 million.
Qiu Qianzhong's move was truly generous.
Ye Tian flicked the check, handed it to Wang Junhao, and said calmly: "Young Master Wang, remember to pay me the money."
Wang Junhao took the check and nodded: "Okay, Brother Tian."
Wait until Ye Tian goes away.
Qiu Qianzhong felt relieved and took a deep breath.
Qiu Peng asked in confusion: "Dad, why are you so afraid of him?"
"Because of you, I was almost beaten to death by him!" Qiu Qianzhong was so angry that he kicked Qiu Peng and cursed: "You evil son, please stay calm these days and don't cause trouble!"
Qiu Peng shrank his neck and said with a look of reluctance: "Dad, is this the end of it?"
Qiu Qianzhong's eyes showed murderous intent and he said with a ferocious smile: "I, Qiu Qianzhong, can't easily get my money! As soon as my three thousand disciples arrive in Haicheng, I will lead my men to kill him!"
People like Qiu Qianzhong.
It is absolutely impossible to truly surrender to Ye Tian.
He was just waiting for an opportunity.
When the time comes, Qiu Qianzhong will attack Ye Tian like a poisonous snake.
Exited the Eight Immortals Village.
Ye Tian turned around and asked: "Xiao Wang, can you get the reclamation approval document for Haicheng Bay?"
Wang Junhao smiled lightly and said: "Brother Tian, I heard from my dad that the reclamation approval document for Haicheng Bay is going through the process. Calculating the time, it should be out soon."
Originally, this reclamation approval document belonged to He Jinxuan.
But she transferred the land in Haicheng Bay.
This was good, Ye Tian got an advantage in vain.
Once the reclamation approval is obtained.
The price of land in Haicheng Bay will definitely skyrocket.
After leaving the Eight Immortals Village, Ye Tian took Wang Junhao's car and went straight to Shengde Auction House.
I heard from Wang Junhao that Shengde Auction House is the property of the Zheng family in Haicheng.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the auction house, Ye Tian heard Long Qimeng's angry voice.
"Zheng Yulong, you are so despicable! You are obviously touching porcelain!" Long Qimeng's face turned pale with anger. She pointed at the pieces of porcelain on the ground and suppressed her anger and said: "You obviously broke it on purpose. Why?"
Can you rely on me?"
Zheng Yulong, who was standing opposite Long Qimeng, turned the jade ring on his thumb and said with a sinister smile: "Qimeng, as long as you agree to be my girlfriend, I won't let you lose money. Otherwise, even if you go bankrupt, buy
Can’t afford a piece of debris on the ground!”
"Miss Long, Mr. Zheng is not trying to scare you. The blue and white bowl you broke is from a rare firewood kiln. It is said among the people that the family has a lot of wealth and is not as good as a firewood kiln. The price of this blue and white bowl is probably over 100 million!"
An antique dealer stroked his beard and helped.
Over 100 million?
Long Qimeng's face was as pale as snow. How could she have so much money to compensate?
Just when Long Qimeng was desperate and helpless, Ye Tian picked up a piece of porcelain on the ground and said slowly: "The porcelain produced in the Chai Kiln is as green as the sky, as bright as a mirror, as thin as paper, and sounds like a chime.
The surface is shiny and smooth but has fine lines! If you look at this porcelain piece again, the glaze is dull and dull, I’m afraid it can’t even be considered a fake.”
"Ye Tian?" Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Long Qimeng was secretly happy.
Firewood kilns are rare in the world.
As Ye Tian said, this blue and white bowl is not a wood kiln.
It was an imitation that Zheng Yulong casually picked up from the tea room.
"I, Zheng Yulong, said it is a firewood kiln, and it is a firewood kiln. Who dares to say no!" Zheng Yulong suddenly shook the folding fan in his hand, looked at Ye Tian coldly and said: "You brat, I advise you, finally
It's better not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise, you might not be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
Ye Tian said impatiently: "I don't want to hear your nonsense, apologize to Miss Long immediately, and I will spare you once."
"Haha, you really laughed me to death! You are a country bumpkin, how dare you threaten me, Zheng Yulong?" Zheng Yulong laughed wildly, picked up the folding fan in his hand, and hit Ye Tian on the left side of his face.