When Ye Fan saw Wei Qinhu, Wei Qinhu was hunting in the back mountain.
The old guy was carrying a gun, a Tibetan mastiff, and a sea turtle on his shoulder, and he was walking leisurely among more than 20 captive wolves.
The Tibetan Mastiff resisted the sneak attack at close range, Hai Dongqing locked the wolf's whereabouts, and the guard captured the tiger and shot.
There were bursts of gunfire, and every bullet was fired without missing a beat. Wherever the gun pointed, there was always a wolf with its head blooming and falling to the ground.
The last shot passed through the mouth of a wolf and killed the wolf behind it.
One man, one dog, and one eagle, so tyrannical.
"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..."
Seeing this high-spirited scene, Ye Fan, who was standing in a pavilion, recited a poem and felt a little more favorable towards the old and strong Wei Qinhu.
This is also the life he wants when he gets old in the future.
I just don’t know who the woman will be by my side at that time?
Thinking of the cold Tang Ruoxue, the gentle Song Hongyan, and the considerate Su Xi'er, Ye Fan felt a touch of melancholy in his heart.
"The old man likes to hunt all day long. He either lets us raise wolves or transports ligers and tigers from Africa."
Compared with Ye Fan's praise for Wei Qinhu, Wei Hongchao, who was standing next to Ye Fan, disagreed. He poured Ye Fan a large cup of tea:
"Every month, as many as eighty things die in his hands. In order not to waste it, he forces us to eat this meat every day."
"Our guard dog no longer eats bones and has become a vegetarian."
"I don't know why the old man likes to mess around so much. You said it would be great to learn from other old men and write to amuse the birds."
Wei Qinhu's hobby of hunting gave Wei Hongchao a headache. Not only was it troublesome to raise prey, but he also had to worry about Wei Qinhu's safety.
If you make a mistake, you will either die or be seriously injured. After all, these evil wolves will not show mercy.
Ye Fan smiled and said nothing, just lowered his head and drank oolong tea.
Wei Hongchao continued to complain about Wei Qinhu: "I raised a hundred wolves for almost half a year, and he destroyed them in two months."
He himself didn't realize that he had regarded Mark as someone who could speak his mind.
"Bang bang bang——"
As soon as he finished speaking, three gunshots began to ring out non-stop, and three bullets were fired at Ye Fan and Wei Hongchao.
Wei Hongchao's expression changed, and he instinctively jumped on the spot, using his movements to dodge the bullets.
It was just that his body was stained with a bunch of grass clippings and dust, making him look disgraced and extremely embarrassed.
However, Ye Fan remained motionless. He didn't even stop bringing the tea in his hand to his mouth, and it still slowly flowed into his throat.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Three bullets grazed Ye Fan's hair and were all nailed into the solid wood pillars of the pavilion. They shook the wood and exploded a lot of fragments.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it and continued to drink oolong tea unhurriedly.
"Not bad."
Before Wei Hongchao could get up to see what was going on, Wei Qinhu came up with his men.
After he handed over the Tibetan Mastiff and Haidongqing to his confidants, he looked at Ye Fan with approval and said:
"Taishan collapses in front, but his appearance remains unchanged, and a tiger presses behind, but he is not frightened. With this mentality at this age, he is worthy of being the youngest national scholar in China."
"You are much better than Wei Hongchao."
"He provoked you again and again, and he is still alive, so you are showing mercy."
With those three shots just now, he not only wanted to test Ye Fan, but also wanted to intimidate him, so that this "strong enemy" of the Wei family would be scared to death by him.
But unexpectedly, three bullets hit him head-on. Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't even spill the tea. Instead, Wei Hongchao was covered in grass clippings.
He appreciated Mark a little more.
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your praise."
Wei Hongchao got up and said something: "I have participated in military training. Avoiding guns is an instinctive reaction. Ye Fan didn't react because he was scared..."
"It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, what matters is that you don't know yourself yet."
Wei Qinhu didn't care that Wei Hongchao was injured and kicked him to the ground. Then he looked at Ye Fan, laughed, stretched out his hand, and said:
"Master Ye, let me formally meet you, I'm Wei Qinhu, Minister of Military and Aircraft of Baocheng."
His hands had just finished hunting and were stained with a lot of grass clippings, hair, and the blood of wolves, making him look distant.
But Ye Fan didn't care. He put down the tea cup and smiled, saying, "Ye Fan has met Mr. Wei."
As soon as the palm of his hand grasped Wei Qinhu, a brute force surged over, overwhelming, as if it was going to knock down Ye Fan all of a sudden.
Wei Qinhu's eyes were bright and his mouth was smiling, as if he wanted to test Ye Fan's strength.
Ye Fan didn't have any trouble or anger at all, and calmly neutralized all the power of the guard and the tiger.
Wei Qinhu has been a soldier all his life and is extremely powerful. He still attacked suddenly. He thought he could cause trouble for Ye Fan, but he didn't expect that his temptation would eventually come to nothing.
He was a little unwilling and used 90% of his strength, but to his surprise, it still didn't work. Instead, he started to feel pain in his mouth.
"Not bad!"
Wei Qinhu laughed again at Ye Fan:
"Not only are you extraordinary in ability, but your skills and character are also top-notch. No wonder Tu Lao Gou will accept you as his adopted son."
"Wei Hongchao, this bastard, is far behind you."
He took back all the power in his palms, then waved someone to bring hot water to wash his and Mark's hands.
Ye Fan smiled again and said, "Old Wei is laughing."
"Tsk, there are specialties in the art industry. Grandpa, you can't gain other people's ambition and destroy your own family's prestige."
Wei Hongchao protested again: "I also have a lot of things that Ye Fan can't compare to, okay?"
Although he didn't have the same hatred for Mark as before, he still felt indescribably depressed when he saw the old man praising Mark like this.
"As long as you have some ability, you will not be killed in the cruise ship tragedy without leaving any trace of your body, and you will only have one breath left."
"As long as you are half as capable as Mark, you will not let Mark give you a way to survive and pull you up from the eighteenth level of hell."
While Wei Qinhu invited Ye Fan to sit down, he unceremoniously scolded Wei Hongchao and said:
"I give you three hundred people, and you can't even find out who the murderer is."
"Give Ye Fan three hundred men, and he will attack thousands of miles away and chop off Qianye Zhenxiong's head."
"Don't talk about your Wei Hongchao. Even the dozens of Wei family nephews put together will not be as good as Ye Guoshi."
"You are not even as good as Ye Tianci. At least he is self-aware."
He snorted coldly at Wei Hongchao and said: "You think you are powerful, then tell me, why do I have to hunt once or twice every month?"
Wei Hongchao coughed and said, "You are bored and are naturally bloodthirsty. You just like to kill for fun."
There was a hint of disappointment in Wei Qinhu's eyes, and he said, "Is this how you view grandpa?"
Wei Hongchao squeezed out another sentence and said, "Maintain your marksmanship?"
"Wei Lao hunts every month, and he directly faces ligers, tigers and wolves. In addition to hobbies and remembering the past, he also wants to send a message to the outside world."
Ye Fan suddenly took up the topic and said: "Although Mr. Wei is old, he is still strong, his blood is not diminished, and his iron armor is still there."
"When the outside world sees this, they will definitely assume that the Wei family is united and harmonious, and that Mr. Wei is in control of everything. Not only will no one dare to provoke him easily, but they will also look down upon the Wei family."
He looked at Wei Qinhu: "Old Wei seems to be playing with things but he is actually devoting himself to the Wei family."
Wei Hong's body trembled and she looked at the old man in shock.
Wei Qinhu stood up, waved his hand to his cronies, and said:
"Come here, serve some good wine. Today, I want to get drunk with Brother Ye."
He walked behind Ye Fan, stretched out his hands to hold Ye Fan's shoulders, and said:
"Brother Ye, from now on, you will have all the support of our guards to capture the tiger."
