Chapter Five Hundred and Sixtieth Eight to Accompany Her Husband

Yan Wei went on to say: "Mr. Ye, you should know the position of our Yanbeitang in the Longguo skin care products market. If you cooperate with me, the benefits will be indispensable. If you don't cooperate with us, I am afraid that even the market in Eastern Province will enter the market." Don't go in."

This sentence already had a somewhat threatening taste, Ye Ziqin bit her thin lips, the Yan family can be said to cover the sky with one hand in the Eastern Province, monopolizing the market of skin care products, no one from the Yan family opened their mouths, others want to enter, It's harder than climbing to the sky.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you think about it?" Mr. Tong said, "Wei Shao, I just want to have dinner with you."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Tong quickly winked at Ye Ziqin. This time he invited Wei Shao to come, and he also spent a lot of effort in it. If the cooperation is successful, it will also benefit him a lot.

"Sorry, my wife wants to accompany me at night."

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded, and everyone's eyes were all focused on the young man who had been sitting in the corner.

"You are Mr. Ye's husband?" Yan Wei frowned slightly, looking a little surprised.

Because Zhuo Bufan looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, and looks like a student in casual clothes, how could he be Ye Ziqin's husband?

Ye Ziqin simply took Zhuo Bufan's arm and said, "I'm sorry, I promised my husband to have dinner with him tonight."

Mr. Tong also frowned. Ye Ziqin is the beautiful president of Jinling. He already knew about Ye Ziqin having a handsome husband. I thought it was just speculation, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"I heard that Mr. Ye found a husband, who seems to be the second young master of the Zhuo family in Qingzhou. I didn't expect it to be true. I thought it was just a matter of catching wind and shadow." Boss Tong said with a smile.

Qingzhou Zhuo Family?

Yan Wei narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of this Zhuo family before, but it was only a third-tier family with an estimated assets of about one billion. It was not as strong as a branch of their Yan family. A beautiful strong woman like Mr. Ye married The second young master of the Zhuo family, looking at Zhuo Bufan's young age, his round ability, knowledge, and skills may be far behind him.

Isn't this a flower stuck in cow dung?

"Let me introduce formally. This is my husband Zhuo Bufan, the second young master of the Zhuo family in Qingzhou." Ye Ziqin said, his eyes were full of sweetness and happiness.

Mr. Tong seems to have heard about the deeds of the second young master a long time ago. He heard that he only knows how to pick up girls and even takes drugs.

"Second Young Master, Mr. Ye and Wei Shao will discuss business and have a meal, Second Young Master shouldn't mind, right?" Mr. Tong said unwillingly.

Yan Wei's slightly squinted eyes were also flickering coldly. How could the Zhuo family in Qingzhou compare with their Yan family in Jeju? It was simply the difference between an elephant and an ant. If this guy wasn't a fool, he probably wouldn't object.

"Actually, I really mind. Why should my wife accompany you to eat? What are you?" Zhuo Bufan said with a sneer.

As soon as these words were said, the temperature in the entire box in the clubhouse seemed to drop a few degrees, and the four bodyguards standing behind Wei Shao glared even more, and took a step forward.

"Huh?" Yan Wei stretched out his hand to signal the bodyguards to stop, and said with a smile: "Indeed, Mr. Ye has a husband, so how can he accompany me for dinner. But this second young master should know the strength of our Yan family. If Tianmei’s products want to enter Jeju, I’m afraid it won’t work.”

"Are you threatening me? Don't say you are a junior of the Yan family, even if the old man of your Yan family stands in front of me, he would not dare to talk to me like this." Zhuo Bufan said coldly.

"You...presumptuous."

Yan Wei's eyes were full of anger, and he stood up abruptly, his eyes were cold, "Second Young Master Zhuo, illness enters from the mouth and disaster comes from the mouth. Even if you add up the Zhuo family in Qingzhou and Tianmei in Jinling, what is it in our Yan family in Jeju? The old man has been the richest man in Jeju for ten years in a row, it is not something you can insult."

"What is the richest man? It's nothing more than floating clouds to me." Zhuo Bufan shook his head. Isn't Cao Youyou also the richest man in Zhejiang Province, or was he beheaded by a sword.

"Okay, what a big tone, don't regret it." Yan Wei gritted his teeth.

Mr. Tong saw that the smell of gunpowder in the box was getting stronger and stronger, so he quickly persuaded him: "Mr. Ye, just say something, don't offend Shao Wei, it's not good for you or me."

"President Tong, I'm sorry, my husband has such a temper, and I can't control it." Ye Ziqin showed a rather helpless expression on her pretty face.

At this moment, a voice came from outside, "Mr. Tong, the third master is here."

"Mr. Miao is here." President Tong's expression changed.

A group of people has already come in from outside the box, headed by an extraordinary middle-aged man, about 1.7 meters tall, with a Chinese character face, wearing a black exercise suit, walking with wind, powerful momentum, he is the new leader of Jinling Mr. Miao.

Walking on his left is a man in his early thirties, with green stubble shaved hair, a centipede-like scar on his collarbone, sharp eyes, a stern look, and a tiger-wolf look.

On the right is a young man in a suit who is about the same age as Yan Wei, but with a white bandage on his right hand. There are several bodyguards with strict laws behind him.

"Third Master." Mr. Tong got up and said with a little awe.

"President Tong, it's been a long time. You look so good. The two girls I gave you last time should have served you well." Third Master Miao laughed, not caring that Ye Ziqin was still there.

Mr. Tong showed embarrassment on his face, and quickly introduced: "This is Wei Shao from Jeju, and this is the third master of Jinling."

"Third Lord, I've heard of your name a long time ago. It's better to see it once." Yan Wei got up and said politely, but there was a trace of disdain on his face. Not worth mentioning.

Third Master Miao cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Young Master Wei, you really flatter me. I'm just the land god curled up in Jinling, and I can't compare to the big Buddha of the Yan family."

When the two were exchanging greetings, Miao Jiangpu had already seen Ye Ziqin and Zhuo Bufan, and was startled, his face changed wildly:

"Fuck, why are you here?"

"Jiangpu?" Third Master Miao frowned, looking at Ye Ziqin and Zhuo Bufan.

As expected of being the underground leader of Jinling and a master of martial arts, he was not like other men who couldn't move their eyes when they saw Ye Ziqin. Instead, they fixed their eyes on Zhuo Bufan and felt a little strange.

"Uncle, he was the one who beat me up yesterday, and he yelled at you to go see him and kowtow to him to admit your mistake." The latter sentence was added by Miao Jiangpu himself.

"You are?" Third Master Miao looked at Zhuo Bufan, and instead of getting angry, he asked.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the sofa with an indifferent expression, "You are the new leader of Jinling, Mr. Miao? My name is Zhuo Bufan."

The complexions of Mr. Miao and the young man with short hair beside him sank slightly.