Too fast, really too fast.
After getting the news from Tang Qiqi, Ye Fan, who hung up the phone, had to sigh with emotion, Tang Sect is efficient in doing things.
Thirteen branches were hit hard, and when things couldn't be figured out for a while, letting the most capable Tang Ruoxue take over was the best way to clean up the mess.
This also reflects the principle that the interests of the big family come first.
Rather than avenge Tang Xifeng and Tang Shijing, or hold the Tang Sanguo family accountable, the Tang Sect is more seeking to restore profits and stabilize people's hearts.
And it kills two birds with one stone.
If the Tang family had not played a disgraceful role in the funeral parlor incident, then the Tang family would have been able to extract the value of Tang Ruoxue's tens of billions of orders to make up for the losses.
If Tang Sanguo is responsible for the death of Tang Xifeng and others, then by letting Tang Ruoxue take the position, he can slowly settle accounts with Tang Sanguo and his family in the future.
Ye Fan became interested in Tang Mensheng.
This guy's skills are really superb. No wonder Tang Sanguo was suppressed into a useless person and couldn't regain his courage for decades.
However, Ye Fan didn't feel too relieved. After sending a congratulatory message to Tang Ruoxue, he lost sleep and went to the front office to receive patients.
"Dayong is really polite. He invited us to Nanling again and again."
"It's a pity that we don't have time, otherwise we really want to visit him in Nanling."
"It's not good to keep refusing like this. I'll buy some souvenirs and send them to him later."
As soon as Ye Fan arrived in the front hall, he saw his father and mother coming back from a walk, talking with a mobile phone in their hands, looking very happy.
He asked curiously: "Mom and Dad, what are you talking about? Are you so happy?"
"Your Uncle Dayong, Li Dayong."
"Your father's comrade in arms back then, the dark-skinned uncle who used to come to our house often, do you still remember him?"
Shen Biqin smiled and said: "He made a fortune in Nanling and asked our family to visit him several times."
Ye Wujiu added: "When you went to college, he even gave you a thousand yuan in red envelopes."
Being mentioned like this by his parents, Ye Fan slapped his head and remembered:
"Oh, oh, Uncle Yong, that Li Dayong who eats five bowls of rice in one meal..."
Ye Fan thought of his father's 1.9-meter-9 comrade, Li Dayong, who was also from Zhonghai, but he didn't do well after retiring, and he often had one meal or another.
Seeing that his life was difficult, his parents helped him from time to time. When he went to Nanling to work hard, his father gave him 5,000 yuan for travel expenses.
What impressed Ye Fan most about him was that every time he came to Ye's house to eat, his mother would add two more spoons of rice, because Li Dayong could eat more than half the pot by himself.
"Tsk, you kid, why do you say that to others?"
Shen Biqin glared at Ye Fan: "Is the rice delicious? If you are not really hungry, who would eat five bowls?"
"Yeah, you can't say that about your Uncle Dayong, he is very good to you."
"It rained heavily when you were in middle school. Your mother and I were unavailable, so he rode over to pick you up. You didn't get wet, but he had a cold for a week."
Ye Wujiu also knocked Ye Fan on the head:
"And your mother is worried that you won't have a wife when you grow up, so he wants to betroth his daughter to you."
Ye Fan smiled: "My parents taught me a lesson."
Hearing the word "mo", Ye Fan thought of that cold little girl, and a playful smile flashed across his face.
"Your Uncle Dayong is now the owner of an equipment company in Nanling, specializing in providing equipment to various conference halls of the Nanling Martial Arts League."
Ye Wujiu smiled: "He has made a lot of money over the years. He is grateful that we have helped him, so he keeps inviting us as guests."
Ye Fan hurriedly said:
"Then you go over and play. Anyway, now is the time for you to enjoy your happiness."
"I'll just ask a few people to do Jin Zhilin's work."
In addition to selling herbal tea, Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin also help Jin Zhilin and his group make lunch every day. They are not leisurely, but they are not very busy either.
"We also sell herbal tea."
Shen Biqin shook her head slightly: "Herbal tea has just started to gain momentum. If we close it again, customers will be disappointed."
"Of course, the most important thing is that your Uncle Dayong also has a family. It's not good for us to run over and cause trouble for them."
"Let's wait until your Uncle Dayong returns home in glory one day before we meet again."
Shen Biqin is the same as Ye Wujiu. They never mind when others trouble them, but they don't like to bring trouble to others.
Ye Fan thought about it, Li Dayong was an upright person, but he also had a wife and daughter, so he had to consider the other person's feelings.
And he remembered that Li Dayong's wife Liu Yueling was also an arrogant person and never liked him playing with her daughter Li Momo.
"It's not convenient for us to go there, but if you go to Nanling, you can go see him for us."
Ye Wujiu looked at Ye Fan and smiled: "Lest he think our family is too ruthless."
Shen Biqin also echoed: "Yes, if you go to Nanling when you have time, you must go and see your Uncle Dayong."
Ye Fan smiled and nodded: "Understood."
"Woo——"
Just when Ye Fan was about to find Huang Sanzhong to understand the situation in Nanling, a black Mercedes-Benz suddenly rushed at the door and then crossed the front of the medical center.
The car door opened, and Lin Baishun, dressed in Armani, got out, but his face didn't have the arrogance of the past, only a look of solemnity.
"Brother Fan, an hour ago, after Mr. Song finished dealing with Jiang Hualong's hand, he received a call."
"Then she asked me to take care of Wuhu Group's affairs temporarily, and she chartered a special plane to fly to Nanling."
"I asked her what was going on, and she said her mother was sick, but it was nothing serious, so I didn't have to tell you."
"She will be back in as little as three days and as much as a week."
"But I feel that Mr. Song is worried. I was worried that she was hiding something, so I came over to tell you."
Lin Baishun lowered his voice: "She has not been in a good mood this week, and she is not very happy that Jiang Hualong died."
"The beauty has returned to Nanling?"
Ye Fan frowned slightly. This was a bit abnormal. If Song's mother was really ill, it stands to reason that Song Hongyan would also say goodbye to him in person.
Instead of sneaking away like this.
"Okay, I'll call her right away."
Ye Fan nodded and then dialed the number, but the other party had turned off his phone...
He frowned slightly, and then called Song's mother again, but it turned out that she was not within the service range either.
This shouldn't be the case. The two of them left their own private numbers and their phones would not be turned off 24 hours a day.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: Could it be that something happened to the Song family?
Suddenly, Lin Baishun slapped his head and said:
"By the way, I also found this piece of paper in the trash can in Mr. Song's office."
He quickly took out a piece of A4 paper from his pocket. It was crumpled, but when he opened it, Ye Fan couldn't help but jump.
The white paper has marks left by the pen.
But due to excessive force, the sharp pen tip penetrated the back of the paper and made a deep cut on the white paper.
These words are written in a sloppy way, but they are still legible:
die!
shocking.
"boom--"
At this moment, a thunder suddenly came from the sky.
It is going to rain……
