With the intervention of Hengdian and the police, Ye Fan's crisis has dissipated, and no one will provoke him again in a short time.
Ye Fan took advantage of this gap to bring Tang Fenghua back after her body was mostly recovered, so that she would not be bored in the hospital.
Then he revived Nianhua and the other three, allowing them to experience the fresh air of this world again.
On the morning of the third day after Chen Xiaoyue's violent death, Ye Fan had just finished breakfast when Sun Bufan, Hua Yanyu and the others came around with a roar.
Everyone looked excited and held bank cards in their hands, as if they had won a lottery.
Ye Fan was startled: "What are you going to do?"
"Little Master, this is all my savings, 20 million."
Sun Bufan handed his bank card to Ye Fan and said, "I want to join the Chinese Medical School, and I also want to buy some shares."
Hua Yanyu squeezed forward: "Ye Fan, accept me first. Grandpa and I will join the Hua Medical Sect and buy one billion shares by the way."
"Ye Fan, are we qualified enough to join?"
The eight great doctors also looked at Ye Fan: "We don't have much money, can you accept a few million?"
"What? Are you going to join the Chinese Medical Sect?"
Ye Fan couldn't help being stunned when he heard this: "Are you still trying to sell iron investment?"
"Yes, yes, we all want to join, even if we are the most ordinary disciples, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is to give us a place to occupy."
Hua Yanyu was very excited: "It doesn't matter how many shares you have, as long as you can get a little share when you make money."
"The Chinese medical sect has not yet revealed its characteristics. Wouldn't it be too rash for you to join in so eagerly?"
Ye Fan scratched his head and said: "If the Chinese Medical School cannot be established, your money will be wasted."
"Don't be afraid. We believe in you. As long as you take the lead, we will definitely succeed."
"That's right, it doesn't matter even if we fail, we just need to make some money again. If we succeed, then we will be veterans."
"Yes, yes, and Mr. Song is right, what is life without taking a few risks?"
"Ye Fan, we are old friends and old acquaintances. With such a good opportunity, you can't help but take us to play."
Sun Bufan and the others expressed their opinions to Ye Fan, shouting that they would join the Chinese Medical Sect no matter what.
Ye Fan looked at them and smiled, knowing that although they wanted to seize an opportunity, they were more supporting him in disguise.
So he waved his hand: "Okay, I will accept all your people and your money. You are the first veterans of the Chinese Medical Sect."
"You can discuss the specific arrangements with Sister Yan."
His tone was firm: "Anyway, if you trust me so much, I will not let you down."
After the words fell, Nianhua and the others ran over: "Ye Fan, the three of us also want a share of the pie."
Then Qin Shijie also shouted nervously: "Master Ye, I can draft the rules and regulations of the Chinese Medical Sect."
Tang Fenghua also joined in the fun: "Ye Fan, don't forget me when picking up money."
Sun Shengshou, Gongsun Yuan and Yao Shenghan were also determined to advance and retreat together with the Chinese Medical Sect.
Ye Zhendong, Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin even took out the coffin books, and even Su Xier also took out the piggy bank...
Throughout the morning, Jin Zhilin was extremely lively.
Ye Fan finally let Song Hongyan meet everyone. He wanted to take a sip of tea and take a breath, and then a Maserati drove over.
The car door opened, and a refreshing and clean figure emerged. Wang Qingwu appeared in front of Ye Fan like a flower.
Ye Fan stood up and greeted with a smile: "Why is Miss Wang free to visit?"
"Two things."
Wang Qingwu and Ye Fan were also very familiar with each other, so she did not hesitate, took out a check and said with a smile:
"First, after dividends are distributed, you may have forgotten all about Wang's Liquor Industry, but I can't ignore you as the major shareholder."
"This is this quarter's dividend. Keep it well."
She stuffed the check into Mark's hand.
"Three billion, so much?"
Ye Fan looked at the check and was shocked: "How can this work? Isn't it not good?"
"Besides, I just gave you a secret recipe. You are running the company entirely by yourself. You gave me so much money, I'm embarrassed to accept it."
"Open another one and get it for thirty to fifty million."
Ye Fan stuffed the check back.
"Take it, you deserve it."
Wang Qingwu rolled her eyes at Ye Fan:
"If it weren't for the secret recipe of Bamboo Leaf Green that you gave me, my company would have closed down long ago and I would have been forced to get married. How could I be as prosperous as I am now?"
"And the company is still in its infancy. In a few years, the dividend is expected to increase several times."
"If you don't accept it now, I'm afraid you won't dare to accept it in the future."
"I said I would give you half the shares, and I will never break my promise."
Wang Qingwu stuffed the check into Ye Fan's pocket:
"Besides, in the future, the product needs to be upgraded, and I still need your help. If you don't accept the money, how can I bother you?"
She threatened Ye Fan: "Hurry up, hurry up, or I'll scream indecent assault."
Ye Fan showed helplessness on his face and had no choice but to accept the check: "Okay, I'll accept it. If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me."
"That's necessary. We are close buddies."
Wang Qingwu's pretty face became a little more satisfied after seeing Ye Fan accept the check.
Ye Fan asked: "What's the second thing you asked me for?"
Wang Qingwu put away her smile, and her eyes became a little deeper: "My grandpa wants to see you."
Ye Fan was stunned: "Why did he see me? I have no friendship with your grandfather."
"have no idea."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "He just asked me to invite you to Pinyuan for afternoon tea in the afternoon."
"Mark, if you don't want to go, you can refuse."
Although she is a member of the Wang family and does not dare to disobey the old man's instructions, she knows the grievances between the two parties, especially the Wang Qiaochu incident a few days ago, and the Wang family and him are almost incompatible.
In her heart, she didn't want Mark to go to the meeting, lest her grandfather would make things difficult for her.
Wang Qingwu didn't want Ye Fan to be humiliated, even from his own family.
"It's probably your brother's business."
Ye Fan laughed: "I didn't expect that your grandfather would take action. It seems that the Wang family is really precious to your brother."
"Let me go over there, you're probably going to scold me."
Ye Fan turned around and thought: "If you fall into a trap in my hands, your grandfather will feel unhappy."
Wang Qingwu sighed: "I'll reject him for you."
"No, I'm going to drink this tea."
Ye Fan straightened his body: "You think about me so much, how can I not let you complete the task?"
"Come and pick me up in the afternoon to meet your grandpa."
No matter what the Wang family had in mind, Ye Fan was prepared to face it calmly.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Qingwu took Ye Fan to a manor that occupied an extremely large area.
After passing through several corridors and lakes, Ye Fan came to a large backyard.
Although the place is not heavily guarded, there are still a dozen men and women standing there, quiet and patient.
There is an apricot tree growing in the yard, with green leaves that sway, making the afternoon sunlight dappled.
Under the apricot tree, a burly old man in Chinese tunic suit was writing furiously.
He is writing a poem called Jiang Chengzi.
"I'm talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding a blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill..."
With dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, penetrating into the wood, the words give people a high-spirited and majestic momentum, showing that the old man has been immersed in calligraphy for many years.
Ye Fan was also infected when he read this poem, his energy and energy bloomed unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with heroism.
The old man in Chinese tunic suit was about to finish the words "Shoot Sirius" when he heard the movement coming from the side and glanced at it inadvertently.
He just glanced at Ye Fan, and when he saw the two waiting nearby, he lowered his head again and wanted to finish writing the last three words.
But I don’t know why, but the pen tip can no longer fall.
The mental state that was originally peaceful was completely disturbed by Ye Fan's glance.
Unexpectedly, there is such a person in the world. His eyes are like the moment when a sword is unsheathed, shooting wildly and directly into the heart.
The mental state of the old man in Mao suit was filled with Ye Fan's eyes, and his heart was filled with Ye Fan's shadow.
"Snapped--"
The old man's brush tip, stained with thick ink, was about to fall but he raised it again. Finally, he threw the brush away and turned to face Ye Fan.
In the shock of Wang Qingwu and others, the old man in Chinese tunic stretched out his hand to Ye Fan:
"I am Wang serving the country."
