After killing Puyang Feng, the rest of the minions dispersed, and Fang Ming successfully entered the Hanging Villa.
The house is still an old house, but after changing the owner, everything is brand new.
Fang Ming stayed in the Hanging Villa for two days. During these two days, he collected Puyang Feng's relics.
In the basement of the villa, Fang Ming found a thick account book. This account book clearly recorded the flow of cash between Puyang Feng and officials since he started doing business.
Looking at the list of officials, a smile appeared on Fang Ming's lips. Zhu Xiaoyao also smiled, but she was even more curious about another thing. With Puyang Feng's personality, he couldn't keep these things. Once some things are made public,
Making it known to the public will not be beneficial to both parties, and will also make people wary.
"Puyang Feng is not trying to threaten anyone, he is calculating the cost." Fang Ming put it bluntly.
Collusion between officials and businessmen is an eternal theme in China, and wooing officials is a compulsory course for businessmen. Businessmen always take profit as their ultimate goal, and they will also conduct cost accounting in the process of wooing. No one in the world is willing to make a loss-making business.
"Wow!" Fang Ming flipped through the account book and clapped his hands and said, "Puyang Feng has close contacts with the Li family. We can make some fuss about it."
Zhu Xiaoyao was startled, could it be that Fang Ming was going to take action against the Li family now? The Li family in Yanjing was located in the capital city and had extensive connections. The Fang family was unable to compete with its current strength. Challenging a powerful enemy would only end in a lose-lose situation.
Fang Ming put away his account books, asked his men to prepare a car, and hurried all the way back to Nanchuan Province.
Back at Maosheng Company, everything was business as usual. Fang Ming was still handling the company's affairs in an orderly manner, as if none of this had ever happened.
When Puyang Feng fell, the world would fall apart. Fang Ming took the opportunity to recruit talents. The poisonous scorpion Miao Yufeng led hundreds of capable brothers to seek refuge.
He met Miao Yufeng in the president's office. Fang Ming sat quietly on the swivel chair and looked at Miao Yufeng leisurely.
To be fair, Miao Yufeng is a talented person. There is no shortage of desperadoes in the underworld, but there is a shortage of people who can stand alone. Fang Ming had already made up his mind, but kept silent and drank tea quietly.
Miao Yufeng was nervous at first. After all, she was a defeated general asking for help. She waited patiently for Fang Ming to say something. Twenty minutes later, Miao Yufeng finally couldn't help it anymore: "Boss Fang, are you going to stay here or not?"
talk."
Fang Ming raised his head, his eyes were as cold as sharp swords.
A cold breath drifted away, and Miao Yufeng felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
What a powerful force and powerful gaze. Compared to his former boss Puyang Feng, this 26-year-old young man has infinite strength and power.
Miao Yufeng slowly lowered her head. She didn't even dare to look at Fang Ming.
What Fang Ming wants is this kind of result. The superior must establish absolute authority, only then can he be able to rule all directions and be invincible.
"Miao Yufeng, you can stay, but there are conditions."
"What conditions?" Miao Yufeng said urgently.
Fang Ming smiled and said lightly: "I heard that the Li family has several strongholds in northern Hunan. These people have what I want."
Miao Yufeng's expression changed, but she calmed down immediately. People are just hanging out in the world just for a meal. If you don't make some achievements, why should others take you in?
Miao Yufeng took a deep breath, nodded towards Fang Ming, turned around and left.
Zhu Xiaoyao sat next to him and didn't speak. He just stroked his red nails.
"Fang Ming, Miao Yufeng has three hundred masters under his command. At least fifty of these people can be expanded to our Saber organization. This battle will definitely cause some damage."
Zhu Xiaoyao understood what Fang Ming meant. Asking Miao Yufeng to take away the Li family's stronghold would kill two birds with one stone. However, the Li family was not easy to deal with, and this battle was bound to result in heavy casualties.
"Sister Xiaoyao, there are so many people in China. I don't think anyone would choose a disloyal subordinate."
Loyalty is the soul of an army. Only loyal troops can use their arms and fingers to make promises.
If Miao Yufeng is willing to surrender, she will use all her strength to win this battle. Those who can survive this battle will surely become the real elite.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded, very light.
Zhu Xiaoyao became alert, she looked outside, and a familiar face came into view.
Zhu Xiaoyao smiled at Fang Ming and said, "Young Master, my old friend is here, I have to make tea."
Old friend? Fang Ming was surprised for a moment, and then a woman in purple pushed the door open and entered.
Her eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are delicate and charming, and only the Tang sword at her waist bursts out with powerful murderous aura.
"Ziyue? You're here!" The surprise lasted only a moment, and then turned into calmness.
A simple question was like a huge stone hitting Ziyue's heart. She slowly walked towards Fang Ming and stopped one meter in front of him.
After more than two years of separation, great changes have taken place in each other.
Ziyue looked at Fang Ming carefully, her eyes showed a kind of distressed tenderness.
The news of Fang Tianhao's accident reached Ziyue's ears, and she couldn't believe it.
That strange man with fluttering white clothes and a peerless sword disappeared from this world in such an unbelievable way. The moment she learned the bad news, Ziyue wanted to return to Fang Ming and tide over the difficulties with him.
But, she can't.
Fang Tianhao's death made the situation of Zoroastrianism in Western Xinjiang more complicated. Ziyue spent more than two years to eliminate the rebellion, unify the forces under his command, and win the capital to fight against Atila.
In two years, both of them have changed a lot. Before meeting Fang Ming, Ziyue was full of worries. But after meeting Fang Ming, she felt calm. Fang Ming was like a tree with roots breaking through the rock.
The Xiuzhu in the middle, no matter how stormy it is, I will remain unmoved.
"Young Master, are you --- okay?" Thousands of words were on his lips, but he didn't know how to say them, so he just turned them into a faint greeting.
"That's okay." Fang Ming nodded lightly.
Ziyue stretched out her arms and hugged Fang Ming, her hair caressing Fang Ming's shoulders, her voice started to choke: "Young Master."
"Ziyue!" Fang Ming patted Ziyue's shoulder gently and said in a deep voice: "Everything is over, everything will start again."
"Yes, start over!" Ziyue raised her head and asked about Fang Ming's current situation.
Fang Ming's tone was very calm. From the fight with Shi Wenzhong to the destruction of Puyang Fen, he only used a few words, but Ziyue felt the cruelty beneath the calmness.
Suffering is torture for the weak, but it is the ladder to success for the strong.
Fang Ming held Zi Yue's hand with a firm gaze: "Zi Yue, it's just the right time for you to come back. Attila should also disappear."
Regarding the future of the Fang family, Fang Ming once had a detailed discussion with his grandfather Zhi Zhen. Zhen Zhen just listened quietly to his grandson's description of various plans. Finally, he said lightly: "Fang Ming, in the country of China, there are two people who are rich and powerful.
Words are always connected together."
A wealthy family must not only have strong economic strength, but also have a strong political status. The two are like the claws of a tiger, both are indispensable. The relationships in the political world are intricate and difficult to intervene, while in the military world it is relatively easy.
.Fighting fiercely on the battlefield, using real swords and guns to accumulate military merits for oneself, and using this as a springboard to enter the political world, this is a route that Fang Ming has identified.
"Attila really deserves to die!" Ziyue said through gritted teeth.
Fang Ming smiled faintly, his smile showing strong confidence: "Ziyue, our sights should go beyond Western Xinjiang."
From the first moment she saw Fang Ming when she walked in, Ziyue felt the change in him. She had never been able to explain what this change was. Now Ziyue understands that this change is a kind of strength that comes from the heart.
.Just like Fang Tianhao back then, Fang Ming now displays the same temperament.
Fang Ming's words were correct. Uncle Hao died, and this blood feud must be avenged. A small Atila is nothing.
After meeting again after a long absence, the conversation between the two started to grow.
When dinner time came, Fang Ming invited Ziyue to have dinner, and then took her to the Medicinal Food Club.
After meeting Zhu Xiaoyao and the others, Ziyue turned her attention to Yelina after reminiscing about the past.
Even people like the poisonous bee Yelena have become prisoners of the young master. The young master's martial arts progress has been too rapid. Ziyue is a little curious, how should Fang Ming deal with Yelena?
Perhaps because of her status, Yelena quietly sat aside while eating, like a lonely goose.
Having betrayed her own organization, Yelena felt uneasy and a little complicated.
The complexity lies in the fact that these days at the Yaoshan Club, Yelena has witnessed the closeness of the members of the Saber organization. She is envious of the warmth of the big family, and even has the idea of joining the Saber organization.
But these thoughts only passed by in a flash. Yelena did not dare to have such extravagant hopes. She had seen too many martial arts masters become slaves and be driven to the tragic fate of old age.
Fang Ming knew that it was time to give Yelena hope, so he walked over.
"Blood Wolf!" Yelena stood up respectfully. She was not used to calling Fang Ming the word "master" yet.
Fang Ming didn't mind either. He looked at Yelina firmly and said, "Your worries are all unnecessary." In Yelena's shocked eyes, Fang Ming dialed a phone number, and a man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Yelena knew this voice all too well, the man known as the Will-o'-the-Wisp, the unique king of the entire LTTE.
Fang Ming said something in English: "Yelena is mine now, you don't have to worry about her affairs."
On the other end of the phone, Kupala said one word, "Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Yelena's long-pressed fear disappeared, and she asked tremblingly: "How did you do that?"
Not only Yelena, but also Zhu Xiaoyao and Ziyue were curious about this question.
Kupala, the leader of the LTTE, is the world's underworld tycoon. How did Fang Ming use to make him surrender?
Fang Ming ignored everyone's doubtful looks and asked in a gentle tone: "Yelena, are you willing to join us?"
The voice was soft, but filled with irresistible magic. Yelena nodded without thinking.
Fang Ming laughed. He took out a pill and handed it to Elena: "From today on, you are free."
After taking the pill, Yelena's hands trembled even more violently, and the fluctuations in her heart were like the impact of violent waves: "You--you are not afraid that I will regret it?"
Fang Ming stopped talking, leaving Yelena with her back. When Yelena swallowed the pill, a line of tears rushed out---