"Mrs. Zhao!"
"Mrs. Zhao!"
Seeing Mrs. Zhao and others appearing, Kong Taoli and Mr. Gong rushed to greet them.
Yuan Qiu and Feng Changshan also stood up, smiled and greeted warmly.
"After watching the game this afternoon, I never left. I stayed at the scene to watch the games these days."
Mrs. Zhao nodded slightly to everyone, then smiled calmly and expressed her intention:
"Then I wanted to chat with you, and I happened to meet you in a meeting, and you were talking about Mark Ye Fan, so I came to interrupt."
She stood next to Mark: "I think Mark can fight tomorrow."
Mrs. Zhao is wearing a long dress, her long hair is tied up, exposing her white neck. She is not stunning, but it is eye-catching enough, like a quietly blooming peony.
Such a woman will remain graceful and elegant even when she grows old in the future.
Ye Fan sighed at Mrs. Zhao's temperament and smiled gently: "Thank you, Mrs. Zhao, for your trust."
The closeness of the body caused a long-lost feeling to spread again, making Ye Fan feel strange and wanted to lean on Mrs. Zhao and feel the natural and familiar atmosphere.
"Madam, I know the loss of these four days has made you worried."
"We, like you, sincerely hope to defeat the Yang people, but Ye Fan's suspicion has not been cleared, and it is too risky for him to go into battle."
Feng Changshan said hesitantly: "After all, we only have four places left."
"Everyone is our own person, and we can talk openly about many things."
Mrs. Zhao waved to Ye Fan to close the door, then glanced at Yuan Qiu and Feng Changshan and said:
"You should all know Ye Fan's net worth. Just from Hong Yan Baiyao alone, Ye Fan can earn tens of billions per year. Can one billion buy him off?"
"Or tell me, what price can Yang Guo offer that is greater than Ye Fan's interests in China?"
"If he seeks refuge with the Yang people, and goes to Hongyan Hospital, Shameful Flower Group, or goes to Jin Zhilin, all of them will be hit to zero by China."
"These industries are run step by step. Earning 700 to 800 billion yuan in ten years is just like fun. It also has supreme status and a sense of accomplishment."
"Can the people of Yang country give one trillion to Ye Fan? Can they make Ye Fan their spiritual leader?"
She watched Feng Changshan and the others question him repeatedly, which made Yuan Qiu's eyelids twitch.
"As for the poisoning of the three Nianhua people, it is even more ridiculous to believe that Ye Fan was poisoned."
Mrs. Zhao's expression softened and her voice became softer:
"As long as he leads the Luo Shen trio to win the game, he will be a great contributor to China, and both his money and status will rise."
"Not to mention Ye Fan, who is a master of both medicine and martial arts, even you wouldn't poison the Luo Shen trio and ruin your own wealth and future, right?"
She tried to unify the thoughts of everyone present: "So there is no need to get entangled in the two doubts you mentioned."
Kong Taoli and Mr. Gong nodded repeatedly: "That's right."
Ye Fan was grateful again: "Thank you, madam, for your trust."
"Madam, what you say makes sense."
Feng Changshan squeezed out a sentence: "We are willing to believe Ye Fan in our hearts, but now that public opinion is boiling and calling him a traitor, we don't dare to take risks..."
"What's not to take a chance on?"
Seeing Feng Changshan's repeated objections, Mrs. Zhao's voice became colder:
"We have strengthened Ye Fan's loyalty to China, what else is there to worry about?"
"Even if Ye Fan loses, he only loses one game. Aren't there still three places left? You can just send the people you recognize to play."
"And this spot belongs to Ye Fan, one-sixteenth. Even if he loses the game, he will only bear one-sixteenth of the responsibility, not all."
She gave Ye Fan the greatest affirmation: "Besides, I believe Ye Fan will win the final victory."
"Madam, what you said may have been correct if it had been made four days ago, or before it was revealed that Mark had collected the money."
Feng Changshan spoke again: "But now the public opinion is boiling. Ye Fan can only win but not lose. Once he loses, we will all be in huge trouble."
Ye Fan frowned slightly. He vaguely felt something was wrong. Feng Changshan shouldn't be so angry with Mrs. Zhao. Why did he object again and again today?
If Feng Changshan really thinks about China, Ye Fan doesn't believe it at all.
"I have absolute confidence in Ye Fan's medical skills."
Mrs. Zhao said decisively: "He will definitely win the game."
At this moment, Yuan Qiu, who had been silent, raised his head and asked:
"I mean, what if Mark loses, who will bear the responsibility?"
Her words suddenly became sharp: "Who will calm the boiling public opinion? Who will give an explanation to the angry people?"
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he smelled a bad smell.
Mrs. Zhao’s pretty face was a little colder:
"I believe that Ye Fan will win. Even if Ye Fan is not as good as others and loses, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists."
Her voice was extremely sharp: "If we are to hold everyone accountable for this, will the sixteen people in front of us be dragged away and shot?"
"Madam is so optimistic about Mark, I am willing to support Madam's decision."
Yuan Qiu's words were very clear: "Ye Fan was inferior to others and lost the game. Even if the people have complaints, we will understand."
"But I'm worried that if Ye Fan is bribed by the blood doctor sect and wins the competition but loses on purpose, how will he explain it to the public?"
She looked at Mrs. Zhao with hooked eyes: "Who is going to explain to the people of China?"
Ye Fan's expression changed slightly.
"I will bear this responsibility."
Mrs. Zhao said simply and neatly:
"If Ye Fan is really bribed to betray the people of Yang State, then it means that I, Ye Ruge, will be guilty of negligence."
"When the time comes, I will stand up and give an explanation to the people of China."
"I am also willing to bear all the consequences of causing damage to China's reputation."
She took a step forward and looked at Yuan Qiu: "I wonder if Director Yuan is satisfied with my guarantee?"
"My lady is wise."
Yuan Qiu spoke respectfully, then took a step back and looked at Ye Fan: "With my wife's guarantee, I agree to Ye Fan's participation in the battle."
Feng Changshan and others also agreed.
So Ye Fan won the qualification to play tomorrow.
Thirty minutes later, Yuan Qiu and the others left, leaving only Mrs. Zhao and Ye Fan in the entire conference room.
Seeing that there were no outsiders, Ye Fan hurriedly said anxiously: "Madam, you shouldn't vouch for me."
"Yuanqiu and the others didn't let me compete. Their real purpose was not to suppress me, but to target you."
He has now figured it out that this is a bigger game, aimed at Mrs. Zhao who watches the game every day, and may even be aimed at Hengdian.
Mrs. Zhao put away her dignity and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a calm expression: "I know."
Ye Fan's face was very solemn, and he looked at the woman's back and continued to speak:
"If I lose, you will not only have to bear the anger of the Chinese people, but the reputation of Hengdian will also be seriously damaged."
"Then it will either mean that you have sole power and threaten Yuan Qiu and the others, or that you will disregard public opinion and might slander Hengdian for having a deal with the Yang people."
"And Yuan Qiu and the others will also take the opportunity to attack you. I don't know what they want, but I can tell they want to hit you hard."
He breathed quickly: "This will trap you and Hengdian."
Mrs. Zhao remained calm: "I know too."
Mark's mouth was twitching: "You know, you are still worried about me?"
"Have you been bribed by people from the Yang Kingdom?"
"No!"
“Would you win a game and lose on purpose?”
"Won't!"
"Your heart is red enough, so why should I be afraid of Xiaoxiao's evil hands?"
Mrs. Zhao slowly turned around, walked to Mark, stretched out her hand to straighten his collar:
"Let's fight and show off the prestige of our country. If the sky falls, I, Ye Ruge, will bear it..."
