Seeing Yang Chen carelessly taking out the newly bought mobile phone from his hip pocket, Song Jin stepped forward and reached out to snatch it.
Who knew before he raised his hand.
Yang Chen just turned sideways slightly and stretched out his golden right foot.
Song Jin staggered and almost knelt on the ground: "Yang, what the hell do you want to do? My father and I came to find you in person to reconcile. We have already given you enough face. Don't think that our Song family will be afraid.
you!"
"Actually, you don't have to give me face. It's not me who is suing you."
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders, looked up at Song Yuxun, who was standing not far away with a gloomy expression, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, there is no room for negotiation on this matter. If you want to reconcile, then go to Ning Ge, Golden Emperor Pharmaceutical Group
I didn’t drive it, so you guys come to me for a reason!”
"Mr. Yang, so you are determined to go against me, Mr. Song?"
Song Yuxun finally couldn't pretend any longer, so he was polite before fighting. In his opinion, the etiquette had been fulfilled.
Since Yang Chen doesn't give face, he can only use force.
Song Yuxun's attitude changed 180 degrees, a cold light burst out from his deep eyes, and the moment he clenched his fists, his joints crackled, and a powerful force as powerful as Zhuge Qingyun surged through his body.
"Mr. Song, do you want to take action here?"
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Song Yuxun, not taking it to heart at all.
Although the difference between nature and nurture is a word, it is like a ravine and an abyss.
In the eyes of Xiantian, masters of martial arts in the Houtian realm are like ants. They are like those holding knives and those holding guns who risk their lives without knowing how they died.
"Mr. Yang, although you are a master of Chinese martial arts, in terms of status, you are not worthy of fighting me!"
"today!"
"I, Mr. Song, have given you enough face. Since you are determined not to eat the fine wine during the toast, my Song family and you, Yang Chen, will be enemies in Donghai City from now on!"
"Farewell!"
Song Yuxun took a deep breath, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists.
"Oh, you scared me to death."
Facing Song Yuxun's provocation, Yang Chen pretended to be frightened, smoking a cigarette with one hand in his pocket, and said with a smile: "I'm done with the harsh words, if nothing happens, just get out of here."
"Yang Chen, say it again!"
Song Jin was one of the four young men in Donghai City. He had been tortured and humiliated before meeting Yang Chen.
Just as he was about to step forward to argue, Song Yuxun grabbed his arm and said solemnly: "Mr. Yang has a good eloquence, which we can't explain. But I don't know if Mr. Yang's fists are strong or not!"
"Unlike you, you have osteoporosis!"
Yang Chen showed no mercy, bared his teeth and smiled.
"Dad, this kid is so crazy!"
Song Jin was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. If it weren't for his lack of talent in martial arts, he would have already rushed forward and beat Yang Chen up.
"Walk!"
Song Yuxun squinted his eyes, cold light shot out, and stared at the smiling Yang Chen, then turned and walked towards the door with his bodyguard.
"Yang Chen, if you wait, you will offend our Song family. Even if you know Ning Ge, water from afar cannot quench your thirst for nearness!"
Song Jin raised his finger and pointed at Yang Chen, then snorted coldly and followed Song Yuxun's figure out of the yard.
"What a strange couple!"
"Could it be that Cihang Pharmaceutical was listed on the market just because the father and son duo showed off?"
"Incomprehensible!"
Yang Chen listened to the sound of the car driving away outside the door, muttered, and immediately answered the vibrating phone: "I'm talking to Ning Ge, can you be more ruthless in your actions? After all, you are also the old man's registered disciple. One hundred million
It can’t even hurt the hair of Cihang Pharmaceutical!”
…
At 8:30 in the evening, after the last ray of sunset disappeared into Daqing Mountain.
Qingshan Village was so quiet that only the sound of birds nesting in their nests was left.
The village is not like a county town and has no street lights.
After nightfall, every household can only stay at home and occasionally visit the next door.
Fortunately, during this period, due to the rise of green melon and chicken farms, the income of every household increased several times.
Many families even went to the city to buy smart TVs costing several hundred yuan.
With television, nightlife is no longer boring.
"Where are you going?"
At this moment, at the end of the quiet Qingshan Village, the yard of Li Dashan's house was still dimly lit with dim lights, and then a crisp voice came.
Li Xiaoran went to push open the window in the corner next to the kang, looked at Yang Chen who was wearing a coat, a cigarette in his mouth, and flip-flops walking towards the outside of the yard, and shouted.
"Go for a walk."
When Yang Chen heard the voice coming from behind him, his thoughts narrowed, he turned around and smiled.
"Just go out for a walk?",
"I'll accompany you."
Li Xiaoran's eyes moved quickly, and then he was about to get up and get off the kang.
"It's okay. It's just outside the yard. Don't go far. It's a bit cold outside."
At this moment, Yang Chen was upset and didn't understand what Li Xiaoran meant at all. He said he was going out with him for a walk, but in fact he was worried that he would go find Tian Fang.
after all……
I’ve never been there in the middle of the night before.
Hearing Yang Chen's refusal, Li Xiaoran was about to get angry, but he saw a hint of helplessness on Yang Chen's face. He actually held half a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, and was stunned immediately: "Well... come back early, I'll wait for you to massage
Woolen cloth."
"knew."
Yang Chen nodded, turned around and headed outside the yard.
Watching Yang Chen's figure disappear into the dark night, Li Xiaoran propped his head up with his arms, a trace of confusion revealed in his big eyes, and murmured: "Does a person like him also have troubles?
"
If Yang Chen, who was sitting on the earthen wall outside smoking a cigarette at this moment, heard Li Xiaoran's words, he would probably die on the spot: Damn, who wouldn't be troubled these days, especially a master like Yang Chen who was ordered to go down the mountain.
Outside.
Yang Chen looked at the bright moon in the dark night sky, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the old man's number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently on a call."
Listening to the familiar voice coming from the other side of the phone, Yang Chen was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes: "Old immortal, you are so cruel, and you have even blocked my phone number now. I have completed my task, so why don't you say something like this?"
Say it, should you reply or not!"
Yang Chen muttered, took a deep breath of cigarette, looked at the bright yard, and felt a trace of reluctance in his heart: "Wan Duzi, I have fallen in love."
He finished his cigarette in a few puffs, jumped down from the earthen wall, patted the ashes on his butt and walked towards the yard.
Sudden.
Just when he took two steps, a rustling sound came from the woods behind him. Although the sound was very soft, it was keenly captured by Yang Chen.
"Master!"
Yang Chen turned his head fiercely and squinted his eyes in the direction of the dark woods. There was no movement. In the silence, he could only hear the sound of the dog snoring at the door of the yard: "The master who can hide the bell seems to have encountered the innate
Got it!"
When he thought of it being congenital, Yang Chen's eyes lit up: "Damn it, I'm unhappy, and now someone is here to torture me!"